What Would You Do If An Ugly Woman Asked You To Dual Cultivate?-Chapter 48: Met Bald But Sexy Girl Again

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over Unified City as Yang Hao strolled through its bustling streets. Ever since registering for the Unified City Competition, he had been eager to test his strength against others. His encounter with Jiang Chenxue had already proven he needed more battle experience, and her suggestion led him here—The Arena.

It was a colossal, circular stone coliseum, buzzing with excitement. Cheers and shouts echoed from within as fighters clashed for honor, wealth, and recognition. Anyone could join, and the more one won, the more one earned.

Yang Hao walked up to the registration booth, where a bored-looking old man sat behind a desk.

"Name?" the man asked lazily.

Yang Hao thought for a moment. He had already decided not to use his real name.

"Scarlet Fang."

The old man scribbled the name down without care. "Cultivation Stage?"

"8th Stage of the Mortal Elemental Realm."

The man raised an eyebrow, eyeing Yang Hao up and down. "You sure you're ready? Most fighters here have extensive experience. Some even come close to True Elemental Realm."

Yang Hao smirked. "I'll manage."

With a grunt, the old man handed him a wooden token. "Your first match is in an hour. Go wait inside."

Yang Hao nodded and stepped inside the waiting hall, where other fighters lounged about, either meditating, stretching, or psyching themselves up. Some gave him a passing glance, but none paid much attention. That was fine. He didn't need to stand out yet.

The hour passed quickly, and soon, a deep voice boomed across the arena.

"For our next match, we have an interesting showdown! First, a new challenger! Fighting under the name SCARLET FANG!"

A roar of cheers and jeers erupted from the audience.

Yang Hao stepped into the arena, his boots crunching against the stone surface. The stadium was massive, and the stands were packed with spectators eager for bloodshed.

"And his opponent... a well-known fighter in our arena! The one and only, ICE DEMONESS!"

As soon as the name was announced, the crowd exploded in excitement. It seemed she had a reputation.

Yang Hao's gaze flickered to the opposite side of the arena.

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There, walking toward him with slow, deliberate steps, was a woman he met before, and left impression.

She was bald, with a long, deep scar running from her temple down to her jaw. Her piercing icy-blue eyes were cold and calculating, like a predator assessing its prey. She wore a tight, form-fitting combat robe, which highlighted her voluptuous yet muscular figure, making her an impossible sight to ignore.

Yang Hao raised an eyebrow. No wonder she's famous.

Despite her scars and fierce aura, the sheer sex appeal of her presence made her stand out even more. It was a strange combination—deadly yet alluring.

She stopped a few steps away, tilting her head slightly. "You're new," she said, her voice carrying a cool, amused edge.

"And you're famous," Yang Hao replied.

"Try not to die too quickly."

The referee stepped forward, raising a hand.

"FIGHT!"

The instant the match started, Ice Demoness surged forward.

Her movements were sharp and ruthless, her speed impressive. She launched a straight punch toward Yang Hao's face.

He dodged.

Barely.

The air whistled as her fist passed millimeters from his cheek. Without hesitation, Yang Hao retaliated with a low sweeping kick, aiming to knock her off balance.

She jumped, avoiding it effortlessly, then spun midair, delivering a sharp heel drop toward his shoulder.

Yang Hao crossed his arms, blocking the blow. The force behind it sent a shockwave through his body, his boots sliding slightly on the stone floor.

She's strong.

Not wasting a second, Yang Hao pushed forward, throwing a rapid left jab aimed at her ribs. She sidestepped, countering with a palm strike aimed at his throat.

Yang Hao tilted his head back just in time, feeling the wind of her attack brush past his skin. He retaliated with a sharp knee toward her abdomen.

She blocked with her forearm, then countered with a brutal elbow strike.

CRACK!

Her elbow smashed against Yang Hao's shoulder, numbing his arm for a split second.

But that was all she got.

With a sudden burst of movement, Yang Hao twisted his body and delivered a spinning backfist aimed straight at her jaw.

For the first time, she was caught off guard.

His fist slammed into the side of her face, sending her stumbling back a few steps.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Ice Demoness touched her cheek, her eyes narrowing slightly. Then, to Yang Hao's surprise, she grinned.

"You've got good instincts," she admitted.

Yang Hao smirked.

Without warning, they rushed at each other again.

Their movements became a blur—punches, kicks, elbows, and knees clashing with incredible speed. Neither gave an inch. The sheer intensity of their close combat sent shockwaves through the arena floor.

Yang Hao threw a quick jab.

She dodged.

She aimed a sweeping kick.

He jumped.

She feinted a right hook, then suddenly spun, delivering a backward kick.

Yang Hao barely managed to block it, but the force sent him skidding backward.

Breathing heavily, he wiped a trace of sweat from his forehead.

They were equal.

Realizing this, both fighters instinctively took a step back.

The crowd went wild.

Up until now, neither had used their Elemental Powers.

They had fought purely with skill and strength.

And they had matched each other perfectly.

Ice Demoness exhaled, her breath visible in the cool air. "You're the first in a long time to keep up with me in close combat."

Yang Hao cracked his knuckles. "Glad to hear that."

Although against Jiang Chenxue, he was helpless, he was pretty strong for a Mortal Elemental Realm.

They locked eyes.

It was time to escalate.

Fire flared around Yang Hao's hands.

A freezing mist coiled around Ice Demoness's body.

The crowd sensed it—the battle was about to reach its climax.

And then—