Chapter 3123: My Wife and I Role-Play Daily Life 08

Chenshu watched Jin Chen's relaxed and contented appearance, and fell silent for a moment.

In the sea of consciousness, System 00 could not hold back: 'Host! According to the rival plot setup, you must now humiliate him!'

Chenshu walked toward the shade, approached Jin Chen, and looked down at the person reclining in the imperial consort chair. Jin Chen lifted his head to look at him, still holding that cup of tea, his posture relaxed to an extraordinary degree, as if he were not here to spar but to enjoy the afternoon.

"Are you ready?" Chenshu asked.

"Ready." Jin Chen replied with a smile, showing no intention to get up.

Chenshu looked at his appearance, shook his head helplessly, then extended his hand: 'Take off all your protective artifacts. No using them.'

Jin Chen's smile froze for an instant.

"Jin Chen, are you a child? Wearing so many protective artifacts while sparring? Take them all off."

System 00: '…?' It's a new system, not really getting it—do you rivals always humiliate each other like this?

Jin Chen snorted, slowly rising from the imperial consort chair while muttering, 'Just wait; someday I'll let you taste my strength.'

After standing up, he spread his arms to both sides, assuming a posture of letting others slaughter him: 'Then take them!'

The watching body-cultivation disciples: "……"

So arrogant.

Senior Brother Jin Chen really is so arrogant.

Chenshu wasn't going to fall for his trick; he reached out and grabbed Jin Chen's wrist guard, gave it a light shake, and heard a tinkling clang. All the various protective artifacts hidden on Jin Chen's body fell like rain—heart mirror, wrist guard, knee guard, belt buckle, etc. —scattering across the ground, flashing with various colors of spiritual light in the sunlight.

He Yun hurried forward, squatted to pick up those artifacts and put them away, then stood up and made a sincere bow to Chenshu, his tone utterly earnest: 'Senior Brother Chenshu, please don't hit our senior brother's face, thank you.'

Chenshu: '…Fine.'

He certainly wouldn't strike the face, Chenshu thought; otherwise, what would he look at later?

Jin Chen walked toward the trial platform with the aura of marching to the execution ground.

The platform was engraved with reinforcing formations, able to withstand the clash of body and spiritual cultivators; falling off counts as a loss.

Jin Chen planted himself on one side of the platform, smoothed his robes ruffled by the mountain wind, then lifted his chin toward Chenshu opposite, signaling that he could begin.

Chenshu stood firm on the left side of the platform, dressed in neat dark-red attire, cuffs tightened, waist trimmed.

At that moment, Chenshu moved; from stillness to explosion took only the blink of an eye, three steps carried him halfway across the platform, his right shoulder sank, and he thrust a palm toward Jin Chen's shoulder. Jin Chen sidestepped, his robe flipped by the palm wind. He retreated half a step, stepped lightly, extended his hand from his sleeve, a flash of spiritual light at his fingertips formed a thin shield at his side. Chenshu punched that shield.

Jin Chen took advantage of the moment the barrier shattered to step back a few paces, creating distance, maintaining a frail appearance, only defending, never attacking; each time he barely avoided Chenshu's attacks, looking as if he could be knocked down at any moment.

Chenshu accelerated his offense, fists howling, legs flying; Jin Chen struggled to left and right under his assault, appearing perilous, yet he did not fall.

The disciples below watched, shouting with excitement; although Senior Brothers Jin Chen and Chenshu appeared to be fighting fiercely, there was still an unspoken harmony in their offense and defense transitions.

Indeed, without hundreds or thousands of fights, such coordination cannot be trained.

Meanwhile, the two on the platform fought on, and this scene happened to match the systems' understanding of rivals, so they simultaneously issued a mission.

System 00: 'Ding! New mission issued: Under the witness of everyone present, make the rival Jin Chen fall from the platform. Mission success reward: 100 points. Time limit: this sparring match.'

System 11: 'Ding! New mission issued: Under the witness of everyone present, make the rival Chenshu verbally admit he is inferior to you and apologize for this behavior. Mission success reward: 100 points. Time limit: this sparring match.'

Before Jin Chen could complain about System 11, Chenshu opposite suddenly changed his fighting style, his originally probing and suppressive offense abruptly turning fierce, beginning to intentionally or unintentionally push Jin Chen toward the platform's edge.

Jin Chen could only meet each move with a countermove, while dealing with Chenshu's increasingly fierce assault, and secretly marveling: previously, their fights were purely because they disliked each other, striking to embarrass the opponent, but today Chenshu's fierce strikes, though he could tell, were actually mainly aimed at helping him train his body.

It's a shame he truly doesn't want to work at this; he'd rather be a useless ornament, causing a commotion in the sect would be nice.

Just at that moment when Jin Chen zoned out, Chenshu seized the opportunity.

He pressed his hand onto Jin Chen's shoulder; the suppressive force left Jin Chen completely unable to move for those few breaths, and just as he tried to break free, Chenshu spun around and struck his shoulder with the other hand.

Jin Chen was knocked back several steps, his toes touching the bluestone at the platform's edge, his body leaning backward, about to fall off.

The junior disciples of Myriad Symbol Peak below cried out in alarm.

But Jin Chen wasn't panicked; he lightly tapped his toe on the platform's rim, gathering Spiritual Power beneath his foot, preparing to push off and fly back to the center. Chenshu only said not to use protective artifacts, and didn't say the fight could rely solely on brute strength.

However, just as he was about to exert force, Chenshu suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him back.

Jin Chen steadily landed back on the platform, then reacted, glaring at Chenshu, displeased: 'You're playing with me?'

Chenshu looked at his angry expression, retreated half a step, his tone carrying a hint of teasing: 'Who made you not fight seriously? Always wanting to dodge; among the nine peaks' direct disciples in the sect, you have the weakest physique.'

Jin Chen snorted, sidestepped to avoid the whip kick Chenshu threw next, defending while protesting: 'Even if it's close combat, my physique may be slightly weaker, but…'

Before he could finish, another voice suddenly sounded from behind Chenshu.

"But with two of me, it's not necessarily so!"

The Jin Chen in front of Chenshu smiled, eyes flashing with mischievous light: 'We spiritual cultivators always have tricks.'

Chenshu jerked his head back, only to see another Jin Chen standing not far behind him, more importantly emitting Spiritual Power fluctuations comparable to the main body.

The two peaks' disciples below all: '!!'

"Wow!" Ha Ha widened his eyes, turned to ask He Yun beside him, "The Spiritual Power of the two Junior Brothers Jin Chen is actually equal! This isn't an ordinary separation technique! Have you spiritual cultivators evolved to this point?"

He Yun also looked dazed: 'No…'

He had followed Jin Chen's side for years, thinking he understood his senior brother's cultivation path fairly well, but he had never seen this move before.

He certainly knew the Dharma-Image Division Technique, but an ordinary Dharma-Image Division can only inherit a portion of the main body's Spiritual Power, useful for confusing opponents, yet would reveal flaws in real combat; however, the two Jin Chens on the platform had nearly identical Spiritual Power fluctuations, making it impossible to tell which is the real body.

He Yun gazed dazedly at the platform, murmuring: 'I also don't know when senior brother learned this move…'

On the platform, the three were already tangled together.

To be precise, it was the two Jin Chens surrounding Chenshu, left and right pincer attack, the light of their arts flowing at their fingertips, sometimes turning into binding ropes, sometimes into vision-obscuring mist, essentially forgetting the rule that attacks must rely on the body alone.

But Chenshu's gaze remained locked on one of them; he could of course tell which was the real body.

Chenshu leapt forward, blocked a beam of Spiritual Light swung by the duplicate Jin Chen, and with his other hand firmly pressed the real Jin Chen's shoulder, driving him toward the platform's center: 'Can't you train properly!'

Jin Chen, being held by the shoulder, suddenly felt terrible, struggled twice but couldn't break free: 'You're still yelling at me? I've been sparring earnestly!'

At the same time, the duplicate Jin Chen behind Chenshu swooped in.

In the moment Chenshu and the real body distanced, the duplicate Jin Chen embraced his waist from behind, chin resting on his shoulder, whispering: 'Actually I don't want to train at all; please let me go.'

Jin Chen walked toward the trial platform with the aura of marching to the execution ground.

Jin Chen's avatar, leaning on Chenshu's shoulder, sighed with a slightly drawn-out tone, 'I'm the one speaking from the heart. Chenshu senior brother, quickly let me down...'