Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

The swordsmanship genius Qi Jie ascended the stage to challenge the ghost, determined to avenge his previous humiliation. This explosive news quickly spread through the underground martial arena.

The Qi Refining District of the Martial Arts District soon became overcrowded.

People on the observation deck were also shoulder to shoulder.

Although this was merely a match in the Qi Refining District, the level of attention it received was comparable to that of the Golden Core District.

...

"Sister Qi, do you think Young Master Qi will win this time?"

In a certain spot on the observation deck.

Xiaoling glanced at Qi Xue’s beautiful profile and asked softly.

Qi Xue’s face was grave as she stared at the large screen ahead, her eyes no longer filled with the usual disdain and contempt.

Ever since yesterday, when Qi Jie’s swordsmanship was broken and he was knocked off the stage by Sun Zhe with a single swing, she seemed to have lost confidence in Qi Jie.

"He will certainly win. How can that kind of trash compare with Xiaojie?"

"..."

On the competition stage in the Qi Refining District.

This time, Qi Jie took the stage as a challenger, lacking his usual calm and composure, alongside his overwhelming arrogance.

The words spoken by Sun Zhe the previous day lingered persistently in his mind.

He had gone back and thought about it all night, repeatedly simulating the possible outcomes in his mind, yet he couldn’t envision any scenario where he would lose.

Therefore, he believed his defeat yesterday was due to his own carelessness.

"Come!"

Qi Jie struck first, his sword swiftly transforming into multiple afterimages that shot toward Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe’s gaze was lightly focused, and he remained still, ignoring those dazzling afterimages, merely sidestepping calmly to avoid Qi Jie’s fiercely advancing strike with precision.

"You’re too slow!"

Sun Zhe’s gaze was piercing like a hawk, instantly identifying Qi Jie’s flaw. He lifted his leg and kicked, sending the concealed Qi Jie flying out of the sword light, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Your swordsmanship is meaningless in front of me. It’s always the same, regardless of how many attempts you make."

"I don’t believe it!"

Qi Jie’s eyes turned red as he suddenly crawled up and rushed forward, swinging his sword to strike.

Sun Zhe shook his head lightly, holding the Mountain-Suppressing Sword with one hand, and moved with a slight step, easily avoiding every strike from Qi Jie.

In the eyes of the audience below the stage, Qi Jie now seemed to be being toyed with.

Suddenly, Sun Zhe halted, raising his hand to casually catch Qi Jie’s sword between two fingers.

"How is that possible?"

Seeing this, Qi Jie’s gaze trembled in disbelief.

Yesterday, Sun Zhe barely managed to catch his sword with his hand, yet today he effortlessly clamped it between two fingers.

Could it be that his swordsmanship had truly been deciphered?

Sun Zhe said, "Once something is broken, no matter how many times you repeat it, it remains broken."

Qi Jie gritted his teeth, "Are you saying my Qi Family swordsmanship is broken?"

Sun Zhe kicked out again, "Your comprehension is quite good, but you’ve misunderstood."

Qi Jie flew backward once more and fell heavily to the ground.

"Why aren’t you using your sword?!"

Qi Jie climbed up, shouting angrily at Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe repeatedly using his foot to kick made Qi Jie feel underestimated and also feel as if Sun Zhe was deliberately humiliating him.

Sun Zhe said calmly, "This sword weighs fifteen hundred pounds. If it hits you several times, even if you don’t die, you’ll be crippled."

"Young Master Qi, give up, you stand no chance."

"I won’t!"

At this point, Qi Jie seemed to have lost his sword heart, rushing forward like a madman, chopping wildly with his sword.

"Your swordsmanship is nothing special, how can it compare to my Qi Family swordsmanship?!"

Sun Zhe chuckled lightly, shook his head, suddenly sidestepped, used the flat of the sword to slap Qi Jie away, and said, "You seem to have misunderstood something... I’m just unused to the weight of the sword, but that doesn’t mean my swordsmanship is inadequate."

"The first two times, unfamiliarity with the sword’s weight made my moves somewhat clumsy, which might have led to some misconceptions on your part. For that, I apologize."

Regarding the "Lingao Swordsmanship," one of the Ten Forbidden Techniques, Sun Zhe was undoubtedly confident.

"Boom!"

Qi Jie fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood, then struggled to get up and knelt on the ground.

"How is this possible?"

He lifted his face to look at Sun Zhe ahead, his gaze trembling, feeling as though he were facing a mountain he could never cross.

Sun Zhe said, "Admit defeat."

"I won’t!"

Qi Jie suddenly gritted his teeth and once more raised his sword to charge.

"Boom!"

Sun Zhe knocked him flying again.

But immediately he got back up.

"Again!"

Sun Zhe’s gaze darkened slightly, aware that if it happened a few more times, even without using the sword blade but only the sword body, he could slap him to death.

After all, this 1500-pound weight, when swung at high speed and striking flesh, generates a destructive force that someone at the Qi Refining Realm can’t withstand.

So Sun Zhe made up his mind this time, directly knocking him off the stage.

"You lost."

Qi Jie spat blood, twitched on the ground and fainted. Even though Sun Zhe held back, he was still severely injured.

As he left the stage, there was dead silence, the drop of a pin could be heard.

The crowd stared blankly at Sun Zhe on the stage, all stunned, finding it hard to believe he had toyed with the swordsmanship genius Qi Jie like a dog.

"Woohoo——!"

"The boss is really fierce!"

Chen Ruolong couldn’t restrain the excitement in his heart and suddenly cheered loudly.

Following him, the entire audience erupted into thunderous applause.

...

...

In the observation deck.

Qi Xue’s face was now extremely gloomy, and she snorted coldly before suddenly turning to leave.

"Xiaoling, prepare to ascend the stage yourself. I have some matters to attend to."

"Alright, Sister Qi."

Not long afterward.

Qi Xue found a tall and robust young man in a teahouse in the transaction area.

The young man, seeing the goddess actively seeking him out, was equally overwhelmed with excitement.

"Sister Xue, is there something you need from me?"

Qi Xue sat opposite the young man, expressionless, "Did you watch Xiaojie’s match just now?"

"Mm, I watched it on my phone." The young man nodded and smiled, "That guy nicknamed ’Ghost’ has some skills, but not much. It’s just that."

Qi Xue asked seriously, "Zhang Feng, if you were to face him, are you confident you could win?"

The young man called "Zhang Feng" chuckled, and retorted, "Do you think my title as the Martial Hero of the Qi Refining District was earned for nothing? That was all achieved through skill!"

Qi Xue took out a magical treasure from a Storage Treasure and handed it to him, "Later, help me incapacitate that ghost."

Zhang Feng lowered his eyelids, not taking the treasure, and asked, "What do I get out of it?"

Qi Xue replied without hesitation, "I’ll pay you; you name the price."

Zhang Feng suddenly smiled, "Do you think someone like me, the Martial Hero of the Qi Refining District, lacks money?"

"Then what do you want?"

Zhang Feng pondered for a moment, his gaze carrying a hint of greed as he swept over her voluptuous figure, smiling, "Sister Xue, you know I like you. How about you give me a pair of your worn stockings? The kind worn but not washed."

Upon hearing this, Qi Xue’s eyes flashed with disgust, internally cursing him as a pervert, "Do you know why I initially rejected you?"

Zhang Feng shrugged nonchalantly, smiling, "Of course, I know, because in your mind, I’m just a depraved pervert. But now, I don’t hope for your acceptance, nor do I think of chasing unreachable dreams."

Qi Xue scoffed, "If I were capable of stepping onto the Qi Refining Realm’s stage, I wouldn’t come to you."

Zhang Feng spread his hands, "Don’t say too much, just say whether you agree or not. Black ones, white ones, gray ones, flesh-colored ones, it doesn’t matter."

"Sorry, I never wear such things."

Zhang Feng suggested, "You could try wearing them."

"What use would you have for something like that?"

"Seeing the object makes me think of the person, it would carry your scent. I’d think of you when I see it and then wrap it around..."

"Enough!"

Qi Xue’s face flushed, interrupting him, "Deal. But you must incapacitate him for me."

Zhang Feng reached out to take the magical treasure from her hand, "Don’t worry, with your treasure, taking him down is only a matter of moments!"

"Just a rookie climbing from the Body Refining District, I don’t even see him as a challenge. But I’m worried I might accidentally kill him."

Qi Xue said, "Even if you kill him, it doesn’t matter."

"Consider it done!"

"..."