I Can Do Anything?-Chapter 29: Titles are up...

The first half of the first segment is over.

Now, Xuan Wu is preparing for his first fight.

"Ah, this'll be easy, right?" He asks the judge. The judge is an old outer elder.

"Nope."

"Damn."

The audience cheers, ready for the next fights, while Fatty Wang laughs, eating more food.

"Haha, Xuan Wu, I'll be rooting for you!"

Suddenly, he feels a pat on his shoulder.

Turning around, he locks eyes with Zi Rougang.

Back to the battleground, Xuan Wu is located at the second stage.

He looks around nervously, this is his first actual fight, aside from the one where he cheated.

[Detected fight status.]

[Would you like to activate Spiritual Adrenaline.]

Xuan Wu immediately declines, he doesn't feel like it.

From the opposite end of the stage, a snot faced brat comes out.

The twelve year old Ni Hong steps out, wiping his nose.

"Ahaha, you must be Xuan Wu!"

He licks his lips ominously, his green robes are oversized, and his sleeves go over his hands.

Xuan Wu blinks, rubbing his eyes. He then looks upwards, towards the three judges. "Hey, why am I fighting this toddler?"

Ni Hong's face immediately turns red, and he shouts at Xuan Wu. "I am no toddler! I am a powerful follower of the young Xiao Bo!"

"Xiao Bo?"

Xuan Wu looks towards the audience, but almost none of them are looking at his stage.

Rather, they are spectating stage one, a fight between two young masters from well known clans.

Xuan Wu feels a slight irritation, but not too much, maybe this'll help him be a little more low profile.

Ni Hong suddenly takes five steps forward, and starts running towards Xuan Wu.

"Shit, the fight already started?"

Bam!

Ni Hong, his fist fast as the wind, hits Xuan Wu squarely in his face.

"Damn it!"

Xuan Wu steps back, his nose bleeding. He feels a slight sting, as Ni Hong's fist had qi imbued in it, as meridians are present throughout the entire human body.

Ni Hong continues to take steps forward, and then runs at Xuan Wu, he then punches him in unexpected positions.

Xuan Wu, with absolutely no fighting experience is lost, and stuck.

He tries putting up a guard, but Ni Hong just sucker punches him in his stomach.

He tries stepping back, but Ni Hong leaps in order to smack him.

Frustration.

He feels frustrated at his lack of skill.

"Why can't I do anything!"

By now, the audience is already a blur, it's just him against Ni Hong.

Ni Hong, sensing that Xuan Wu is on edge, tries breaking him down further.

"Haha, are you really that bad at this?"

"Maybe you should retire to being an alchemist. Or maybe just abolish your cultivation."

"How worthless! Being beaten by this 'toddler'! Ahaha."

He continues sending a barrage of insults, keeping up his attacking momentum.

"Shut the fuck up!" Xuan Wu rages, veins popping on his face and teeth grinding against each other. He tries grabbing Ni Hong's leg, but gets a kick to the face.

By now, his face is bruised, body beaten, a black eye, and a swollen tongue.

He tries to remain calm, but tears already start to pool up in his eyes. "Damn it, being a thirteen year old makes me too damn emotional!"

[Anger detected, would you like to up your cultivation?]

"Shut up system!" Xuan Wu shouts in his mind, trying to breath steadily. "I don't need any help!"

Ni Hong takes three steps forward this time, and runs up. Xuan Wu's eyes narrow.

"This entire time... he's been taking a number of steps forward, and then running. It's so unpredictable, almost like a..."

Xuan Wu's eyes widen, his memories flashing before his eyes.

"Almost like a—"

"A pattern!" Janitor Wei Yin's eyes narrow.

He's been watching Xuan Wu's fight, as he has talked with him before.

But one thing he's noticed is how Xuan Wu is so helpless, even though the twelve year old is only at the second layer of qi gathering.

"It seems he put more time into fighting rather than cultivation." Wei Yin chuckles, glancing at Xuan Wu.

"But it is such a simple pattern... to break it, you only need to—"

Pow!

Again, Xuan Wu gets hit, now his leg is extremely sore.

"What's wrong? Thinking of forfeiting?" Ni Hong laughs, that same annoying laugh that has been taunting Xuan Wu for the past fight.

Xuan Wu, in complete silence, stands up.

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Tears flow down his face as, for the past few minutes, he's been shedding tears in pure frustration. His cultivator ego, mixed with childish hormones and a lack of experience teamed up and brutally demolished him.

"Haha, what a baby! Wah wah!" Ni Hong continues taunting, he is really excited.

"I'm going to win my first fight! Bet it'll make master proud. And then I've also gained an insight, I can just taunt my enemies to—"

BAM!

While the absentminded Ni Hong was taking his steps forward, Xuan Wu found a break through point and elbowed him right in the face.

"Ouch! Ouch! It hurts!"

Ni Hong breaks down, crying. "Stop it!" Maturity doesn't come with cultivation experience it seems.

Xuan Wu laughs like a maniac, he finally found out how to break the pattern. On each second step, Ni Hong pushes his head back and starts his unbreakable guard.

He just had to hit him before that.

Xuan Wu follows up, kicking and beating Ni Hong.

"Take this brat, Black Iron Fist!"

Ni Hong spits out blood and passes out.

Xuan Wu's breathing falters, sweat covering his face and body.

"Damn... damn you, brat!"

The announcers voice calls out, "Stage three. Xuan Wu victory."

From up in the stands, Zi Rougang and Fatty Wang laugh. "Damn, brother Xuan was getting beat so bad I thought he was gonna lose!" Fatty Wang shakes his head.

"Well I knew he had it in him." Zi Rougang comments, moving on to watch the battle between the young masters.

Flashy moves.

That is what most elders would comment in disgust.

Absolutely no skills, no experience, the only value this fight brings is candy for the eye.

"Ha! Blight Burn Phoenix!"

Young Master Feng laughs preposterously.

A bright, yellow light covers the stage and heads towards the other young master Wu, doing absolutely no damage.

The audience cheers, five muscular grown men clap and nod, approved by this spectacle.

Several elders in the elder stands spit and stomp their feet, they hurl insults at the young masters, and pull their sleeves up in pure anger.

These young masters use special artifacts to channel their qi into, so they can make nice visual attacks.

But these attacks do absolutely nothing, and the audience loves it.

After a couple of minutes, Young Master Wu beats Young Master Feng with an unexpected real attack.

The last fight is stage two, with two girls fighting against each other.

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