Chapter 751: Battle Dance

Familiar maneuver.

Clothes ripped again!

This is already the ___th OOC Golden Descendant she's seen today.

Wan Di looked at the opponent before him, who had suddenly changed from a slender scholar into a muscular hulker, and a kind of excitement that could be read as "Finally, someone worth fighting" flashed in his golden eyes.

He slowly lowered his arms, clenched his fists again, and the red battle markings brightened and dimmed in rhythm with his breathing.

Ke Xia adjusted his collar, tore off the few scraps of cloth still hanging on his shoulders, and revealed a muscular outline that matched Wan Di's.

Then the two stepped toward each other simultaneously.

The distance closed to the point where their noses were almost touching.

The air tightened to the extreme.

Two gazes collided in mid‑air, sparking a silent flash.

Ke Xia stayed where he was, a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth: "…Anyway, it doesn't matter. Next up is you, Mai De Mo Si."

Wan Di clenched his fists, a blaze of battle intent roiling in his crimson pupils, and stepped steadily toward Ke Xia, his voice deep as a war drum: "Hum… Ke Xia."

Ke Xia raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a hint of amusement as he approached: "Oh? You actually came toward me on purpose? Not running away, but getting closer? Your subordinates are desperate to tell you my concrete‑mix theory, like students frantically copying answers right before an exam ends."

Wan Di kept moving, his gaze sharp as a blade: "If I don't get a bit closer, how can I beat you flat?"

Ke Xia let out a low laugh and stepped slowly toward Wan Di: "Huh? Then get a little closer."

The two drew ever closer, the air taut to the limit.

Wan Di suddenly raised his right arm, the red battle markings flashing a blinding light in an instant, and a punch thundered out.

Ke Xia simultaneously lifted his leg to kick, the speed astonishing, and the gust of his leg tore the very air, producing a sharp, ripping whine.

Ke Xia sneered: "Too slow, too slow! My speed— even without divine authority, my strength and speed far surpass your battle markings!"

Wan Di's expression darkened as he felt the pressure of the opponent's leg wind brushing his fist, murmuring low: "So… you're the same type as me? Close‑range power type, short range, but extremely high strength and precision…"

Ke Xia, brimming with absolute confidence, closed in step by step, his voice tinged with a manic delight: "I just want to test, to see how much stronger you are than me… Your Earth Beast feeding theory, I already fully understand—no, I always knew it!"

The two were almost face to face.

The distance between their chests was only a fist's length.

The aura between their muscles collided, and the courtyard's flowering vines were pushed outward by the invisible pressure.

Wan Di's shoulders swelled a bit more, and blue veins bulged on Ke Xia's arms.

The smell of gunpowder grew to the extreme.

Then Ke Xia suddenly retracted his right leg to the side‑back, bent his knee, lowered his center of gravity, assuming a starter pose so standard it could serve as a textbook example at the Ao He Ma Dance Academy.

Wan Di simultaneously pulled his right arm back to his chest, extended his left arm outward, spread his legs shoulder‑width apart, taking a starter pose so standard it could be used as an opening performance at Xuan Feng City's military parade.

Then they began the duel dance.

No warning at all!

The two who had just been trading punches and leg gusts were now moving in a rhythm that could be described as "uniform and synchronized," simultaneously snapping their heads left, snapping right, thrusting their chests forward, and pulling their shoulders back.

Wan Di's muscles tensed to the limit at every pause of each movement, and the red battle markings flickered in time with the muscle contractions.

Ke Xia's motions were even broader, bearing the precise control characteristic of the academy style, each joint's angle measured as if with a ruler.

The two kept hurling trash talk.

Wan Di: "Your concrete—doesn't match my Earth Beast!"

Ke Xia: "Your Earth Beast—can't stomach my concrete!"

Wan Di: "In Xuan Feng City's dictionary—there is no surrender!"

Ke Xia: "In Ao He Ma's bath—there is no cold water!"

Then they simultaneously performed an extremely complex spin combined with a shoulder‑shaking move.

Heimu watched the scene before him, feeling his visual nerves being recalibrated in an extremely violent manner.

Two towering muscular men, one with short hair fading from gold to red, the other with long light‑green hair, faced each other expressionlessly, dancing a bizarre routine that fused Weng Fa Luo Si's sacrificial dance with some indescribable street duel‑dance elements, while continuously spouting increasingly incomprehensible trash talk.

Wan Di's red battle markings glowed under Yongzhou daylight, while the pale blue light beneath Ke Xia's Eye Mask flickered in time with the dance steps.

The atmosphere grew ever more subtle.

So subtle that Heimu felt he shouldn't be sitting here.

He shouldn't be here.

He should be elsewhere.

Like going outside to count Earth Beasts.

She raised her hand, intending to fire a purple‑black energy blast to blast both of them into the nearby flowering vines.

A hand gently pressed her wrist.

The touch was icy, transmitted through a white glove.

Heimu turned his head sideways.

XiaDie, at some point, had already stood up, silently moving to her side.

Purple hair fell from her shoulders, and her pale‑purple pupils looked calmly at Heimu.

She shook her head.

The meaning was clear: no need to intervene.

She released her hand and stepped back half a pace.

The sensation of that hand on her wrist had vanished, but the chill seemed to linger on Heimu's skin.

Heimu looked again at the two still dueling in front of him.

The atmosphere became somewhat off.

It's hard to pinpoint what's off, but the very fact that two muscular hulks were face‑to‑face dueling in an open‑air classroom was already within a broadly "off" range.

Their conversation had shifted from academic debate to a bizarre intimacy that was hard to describe.

Wan Di said, "Your muscles are well‑trained," and Na Ke Xia replied, "Yours are too."

Wan Di said, "Your spin is very agile," and Na Ke Xia replied, "Your pectorals are very elastic."

Then the two simultaneously performed a side‑stretch chest‑muscle move, and the muscles jumped under the sunlight.

Then Wan Di executed a high‑difficulty continuous rotation, flinging a golden after‑image in the air.

Na Ke Xia answered with an equally high‑difficulty floor move, the shadows spreading across the ground.

The trash talk between them had escalated to "Your divine authority is inferior to my battle scar" and "Your battle scar can't match my Eye Mask," a level completely beyond anyone's grasp.

Heimu pressed the brim of the hat down; the violet‑black eyes closed for two seconds beneath the shadow of the brim.

She mentally ordered today's experiences and began to seriously ponder a philosophical question: whether Aha was punishing her or rewarding her.

XiaDie stood beside them, her expression Calm from start to finish.

Her pale‑purple eyes watched the two dueling, expression no different from watching leaves fall from an olive tree in the wind.

Heimu turned his head to glance at her, recalling the three entries above her head.

Seeing two muscular men duel while remaining so calm already proves the worth of that entry.

XiaDie suddenly turned, meeting Heimu's gaze.

A faint, barely perceptible softness rose in those pale‑purple pupils, then she tilted her head slightly and raised a finger toward the direction of the distant tree courtyard.