Chapter 100: Dushima Yingxue Takes a Master in Public

The final day of the Martial Arts Tournament.

When the last challenger stepped onto the arena.

Song Mo was surprised.

The familiar scent of cherry blossoms, and a rich, sweet body fragrance.

The opponent was none other than Dushima Yingxue, who had run up to Song Mo on the very first day to declare herself his devoted fan.

Dushima Yingxue smiled gently and prettily.

"Senior, we meet again."

Though she said "again," in truth Dushima Yingxue had been below the stage the whole time, carefully observing every one of Song Mo's matches.

This gave her a far deeper understanding of Song Mo's strength.

Dushima Yingxue keenly noticed that Song Mo seemed to be tirelessly drawing experience from every bout.

A layperson might not see it, but in Dushima Yingxue's perception, Song Mo was becoming more and more terrifying.

Dushima Yingxue understood this clearly.

She was no match for Song Mo.

Yet she still chose to step onto the stage. Her purpose was no longer to test Song Mo; she had come up only to leave a deep impression on him.

Song Mo gave a slight nod.

"Miss Dushima, please enlighten me."

Dushima Yingxue bowed deeply.

Sincerely, she said:

"Senior, you may simply call me Yingxue."

"Although Yingxue knows she is no match for you, you are the person I admire most. To receive your guidance would be the happiest thing in Yingxue's life."

"Please, Senior, do not hold back on Yingxue!"

Right now, they were on the dueling stage.

Dushima Yingxue had already changed into a spotless white martial arts uniform. Paired with Song Mo, who wore an equally plain white uniform, they looked remarkably well-matched, like a golden boy and jade maiden.

Because Dushima Yingxue was an exceptionally striking great beauty, and although Song Mo wore an iron mask, his figure was extremely upright and gave off the air of a great handsome man.

This scene was broadcast live.

The CP fans online started shipping them again.

"So beautiful! Is this what a Yamato Nadeshiko-type beauty looks like?"

"Those little Japanese women really are something else."

"Wow! The two of them standing together have such great atmosphere!"

"Would such a delicate, frail beauty really practice martial arts?"

"Maybe the two of them know each other!"

Meanwhile, standing inside the Martial Arts Hall,

An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei, who had been watching Song Mo closely, instantly felt a nameless fire surge up inside them.

I traveled thousands of miles from home to another country.

Just to watch you Japanese woman put on a show?

Dushima Yingxue's words and conduct were beyond reproach; whether in the impression she gave the audience or the impression she gave Song Mo, she was a girl who made people feel very comfortable.

But in the eyes of An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei,

This was a bitch!

A high-class bitch at that!

But the two of them were grinding their teeth in hatred down below—what could they possibly do about it?

Song Mo and Dushima Yingxue began their exchange.

In truth, Song Mo didn't take it too seriously either.

But he was surprised to discover that Dushima Yingxue's swordsmanship was actually quite good, reaching the Proficient level.

Since Dushima Yingxue claimed to be his fan and had shown him such respect, Song Mo harbored some intention of giving her pointers.

Dushima Yingxue seemed to sense Song Mo's intent as well, so she earnestly began to learn on the dueling stage. The more she learned, the more she marveled inside—Song Mo's realm was absolutely far ahead of hers.

What seemed like a casual pointer actually unraveled the doubts that had long troubled her, and the difficulties of the past were sliced through as if by a hot knife through butter.

This was already the final challenge.

The match between Song Mo and Dushima Yingxue looked more like Martial Dao and art.

There was no aggressive, pressuring atmosphere; instead, it looked like a teacher instructing by word and deed, guiding a disciple in sword practice.

For those viewers who had already watched countless fierce battles before and whose minds had built up a resistance, this sudden shift to a relaxed atmosphere on the dueling stage was also a refreshing change.

Their emotions adjusted accordingly, the taut nerves relaxed a little, and they felt considerably more at ease.

After roughly fifteen minutes, Song Mo lightly struck Dushima Yingxue's wrist with a palm, and the wooden sword fell to the ground.

The Martial Arts Tournament thus officially entered its finale.

"Thank you, Senior, for your guidance!"

Dushima Yingxue bowed deeply to Song Mo, gratitude welling up in those beautiful fox-like eyes. Then, under the gaze of everyone present, she dropped to her knees with a swift motion.

"Senior, please accept me as your disciple!"

"Over these seven days of the Martial Arts Tournament, Yingxue has watched your battles and knows full well that your strength is unmatched, and I admire your character even more!"

"Yingxue is willing to become a humble maid at Song Mo's side, serving tea and water, sweeping away every speck of dust."

"I hope Senior can take Yingxue in! Grant my heart's yearning!"

Beneath the iron mask, a look of surprise appeared on Song Mo's face.

He truly hadn't expected Dushima Yingxue to give him such a "surprise," though in this sort of setting, there was inevitably a hint of "coercion" woven in.

But she was beautiful, and her posture was especially humble, giving Song Mo plenty of respect, making her sincerity seem ample, yet not giving rise to the slightest dislike.

He pondered briefly.

"Please stand up first."

"I already have one disciple under my tutelage, and I do indeed have plans to take on a few more, but I won't overlook the assessment just because I'm in a hurry to accept disciples."

"My senior disciple Bruce spent a period of time with me, and I flatter myself that I understand his character — that's why I accepted his apprenticeship."

"Miss Dushima Yingxue, your sincerity is ample, but after all I haven't had the chance to examine you, so I'm afraid I can't make a hasty decision within today."

Dushima Yingxue smiled gently.

Obediently, she stood up.

"Apologies, Senior — Yingxue has caused you trouble."

She truly did not press the matter further.

Seeing Dushima Yingxue so understanding, the online comments began to rally behind her.

"The girl is perfectly fine, isn't she? Why not accept her?"

"Oh, you're so clever — pretty face means you take her in? Then just go run a brothel."

"Haha, actually I also feel that accepting disciples should be done carefully."

"But this girl really is quite good…"

"Indeed, she dares to speak and to act, and doesn't cling at all — quite good."

……

The Martial Arts Tournament came to an end.

The five million US dollars ultimately still couldn't be spent.

But the benefit it brought Song Mo

was beyond money.

At this point, no one doubted "Dragon's" strength any longer.

But for Song Mo, this was still far from enough.

Song Mo stepped to the center of the arena.

He pressed his hand down slightly, and the atmosphere across the entire venue began to fall silent — this showed that the vast majority of people had already been won over by Song Mo, which was why he was treated with such respect.

Song Mo picked up the microphone.

A surprisingly young voice reached everyone's ears.

"The Martial Arts Tournament is now formally concluded."

"Making friends through martial arts — I am deeply honored."

"Next, I will present a demonstration for everyone."

A staff member below carried over a sandbag.

Song Mo looked at the sandbag.

He took a deep breath.

Circulating his Qi, he struck out a palm through the air!

"Thud!"

The sandbag, weighing a full 200 jin, actually toppled at the sound!

The whole venue erupted!

All were cries of disbelieving astonishment!

Amid the exclamations,

Song Mo bowed, then stepped down from the arena.

Regardless of this display,

it stirred up a tremendous uproar across the entire world!

(End of this chapter)