Chapter 1124: Ancient Academy Records, Lots of Fun 11

The fourth match is Ye Susu versus Jiang Yao.

The two girls have been enemies since the day they met; when picking opponents just now, they didn't hesitate to choose each other, wanting an open and fair match.

Jiang Yao whipped out her magic treasure long whip as soon as she stepped onto the stage, her pretty face full of spirit, declaring, "I don't believe you can still scare me with snakes!"

Hehe, no need to scare you with snakes.

Ye Susu obviously had something else up her sleeve, rubbing her wrist, "Princess, rest assured—I absolutely won't frighten you with little beasts."

Jiang Yao's brows knit tight, sensing something off, she shouted, "Watch the whip!"

She held the soft whip, sweeping up a swirl of fallen leaves on the stage like drifting snowflakes, leaving trailing afterimages in the air.

Ye Susu didn't dodge at all, simply standing still and letting the whip fall, not even moving a foot.

"Hurry up and dodge!" Murong Qian exclaimed anxiously, shouting loudly.

Lan Wuyang frowned in confusion, straightening her posture, "What is she doing?"

Ling Xiuyu, skilled at tactical analysis, couldn't even figure out Ye Susu's intent now, "She's lost her best chance to dodge or attack; she can't evade anymore!"

The Jianghu Sizi below the stage were unusually calm; Wanzhou waved his hand, "Stop researching, brothers—no one can fathom Susu's divine skill."

"What?" Ling Xiuyu was asking in confusion when, the next second, Ye Susu startled him into a low gasp.

Whoosh!

The whip lashed out; Ye Susu drew her head back, leaving only her neck exposed, looking as if it had been cleanly cut off, the cross‑section still showing a dark‑red bloodstain.

Ah!!!

Jiang Yao didn't see clearly how fast she dodged; her first reaction was that she'd knocked the girl's head off, frightening her into stumbling back, nearly falling off the stage.

Ye Susu rolled on the ground once, then her head popped out again, "Hehe, did I scare you?"

You……

Jiang Yao's breathing went ragged from the fright, her stance collapsed, then, after reacting, she flew into a rage, crying out, "You tricked me! Watch the whip!"

Her movements were swift and fierce, her long whip already wielded with divine mastery.

Ye Susu: "Wah‑yah‑yah‑yah! It's just a joke—no need to get so angry!"

Her arm struck by the whip, Ye Susu rolled to the ground and lay still.

Jiang Yao: "……?"

Hey…!

She was half‑believing, half‑doubting, at least a little suspicious, and slowly walked over.

"You again—ahhh!" Jiang Yao was grabbed by an arm shooting out of her pant leg, terrified, her whole body shaking as she was dragged down off the stage.

Jiang Yao was furious, thinking, "I can't win, so you won't either," and clung tightly to Ye Susu's hand, refusing to let go as they rolled together off the stage.

"Is this a… draw?" Ling Xiuyu, who had never seen such a bizarre fight, hesitated in his tone.

"No, no, no—we won." Wanzhou chuckled.

"On what basis!" Jiang Yao, climbing up from the ground, shouted, pointing at the person on the ground, "She obviously……

Jiang Yao's words trailed off, her eyes wide with disbelief—how could it be a paper‑man dummy?!

"Princess~ I'm here." Ye Susu on the stage rested her chin on her hands, "Fun, right?"

Xie Yuancheng stared at the paper dummy at his feet, first startled into a hiccup, then already thinking of how to use it to cause mischief.

I'll ask Jin Chen later whether he'll do it.

He smirked to himself, then patted Jiang Yao's shoulder, "Losing to a trick‑play isn't shameful."

Jiang Yao: "……"

Murong Qian stared, mouth agape, wiping his eyes repeatedly from the start of the match, trying to find a flaw in Ye Susu's footwork.

But he found nothing—not a trace.

"Master Ling… what kind of martial art is this? How was it trained?"

If this were entered in the competition, it would surely scare the Northwind Kingdom folk to death!

Ling Xiao chuckled, his expression somewhat complex, "It's a technique unique to them; Ye Susu excels at it, and Jin Chen and the others know a bit too."

Murong Kun frowned, feeling that Ling Xiao's expression turned a bit sad when mentioning this technique, but it flashed by too quickly to catch precisely.

Finally came the match between Si Ning and Ling Xiuyu.

Ling Xiuyu asked the nearby Tingyang, "Are you sure Si Ning's body can hold out until the end of the match?"

"Tsk, of course…" Tingyang, not knowing what he'd thought of, shifted gears, "Of course it just depends on how heavy the strike is."

Ling Xiuyu nodded solemnly, thinking he must absolutely not let the young lady faint on the stage.

He leapt onto the stage and bowed to the seemingly delicate Si Ning, "Sorry to offend."

Si Ning raised an eyebrow, covered her mouth with a light laugh, her slender figure beneath the pale‑blue skirt, "Sir, you're being overly formal—please proceed."

The two stepped apart, and a stick of incense was lit.

Xie Yuancheng frowned, still unable to hold back as he approached Jin Chen, "Why did you bring a sick girl here?"

"My mother said that girls feel miserable when they're ill."

Jin Chen was in high spirits, shoulder‑to‑shoulder with Xie Yuancheng, smiling, "Si Ning has a special trait."

"What trait? Medicine Valley… could it be that they use drugs?"

Xie Yuancheng was obviously curious, poking Jin Chen's shoulder, "Don't speak in riddles!"

"It makes those who underestimate the enemy pay a price." Jin Chen said, his tone amused.

On the stage.

At the start, Ling Xiuyu focused on defense turning into offense, while Si Ning's moves were relatively gentle, making them the least intense pair so far.

But when the incense had burned down to one‑third, everything changed.

Ling Xiuyu's vision flashed, then blurred, unable to make out the figure before him.

Thank you for your courtesy, but it's a pity, I won't yield.

Si Ning's figure suddenly sped up, her soft, boneless fingertips lightly touching Ling Xiuyu's back, "You've been poisoned."

When!

Xie Beiyao, watching from below the platform, heard this and exclaimed in disbelief—he had clearly been observing the match all along!

Ling Xiuyu had the same doubt, then realized he had underestimated the enemy; his vision blurred, he quickly adjusted internally, using his ears instead of his eyes to sense Si Ning's position.

Tinnitus.

He heard Si Ning snap her fingers, and a light sentence floated down.

In the next instant, a sharp buzzing rang in Ling Xiuyu's mind; he could not discern direction at all, and his steps faltered.

Si Ning curled her lips, flashed behind Ling Xiuyu, and a flying kick sent him tumbling off the platform.

Done.

The imperial progeny fell silent.

This match ended even sooner than Jin Chen's!

Xiuyu! Xie Beiyao rushed over, hoisted Ling Xiuyu sideways, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Can't see... can't hear clearly.

Ling Xiuyu felt somewhat insecure, so he could only identify Xie Beiyao by scent, tightly gripping his sleeve.

Antidote. Si Ning jumped down and handed Xie Beiyao a pill.

Xie Beiyao took it and hurriedly gave the pill to the youth in his arms.

Lan Wuyang suddenly muttered, "So you said you had no treasures because your whole body is treasure."

Assemble.

Ling Xiao, who had been watching the whole battle, clapped his hands.