Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Underground Martial Arts Arena.

The unique Sun Zhe carried the unique Big Treasure Sword, striding towards the Martial Arts District with a unique posture.

Everywhere he passed, he drew countless second glances.

Chen Ruolong, a short distance behind, followed him eagerly, as if fearing that the passersby would realize they were together.

Only now did Sun Zhe realize that the Big Treasure Sword was growing heavier, as if it could absorb the strength from his body.

In a moment.

Upon arriving at the registration desk in the Qi Refining District, Sun Zhe slammed the Mountain-Suppressing Sword onto the ground with a thud, startling the clerk awake.

"Huh... Aren’t you the Martial Hero of the Body Refining District? What are you doing in the Qi Refining District?"

Sun Zhe said, "Registering."

The clerk was shocked, looking at Sun Zhe in disbelief.

A few nearby martial artists cast surprised glances as well.

"It’s only been a few days, have you broken through to the Qi Refining Realm already?"

Chen Ruolong, growing impatient, slammed his hand on the table, "Why the hell do you have so much to say? Can’t you just test to see if he’s in the Qi Refining Realm?"

The clerk glared at Chen Ruolong, gritting his teeth in anger, "Chen Ruolong, don’t talk to me like that, I’m now a staff member at the Changwu Pavilion!"

Chen Ruolong shrugged indifferently, "I don’t know if you’re a staff member at Changwu Pavilion, I only know someone owes money and hasn’t paid it back."

Upon hearing this, the clerk hurriedly shut up, pretending Chen Ruolong didn’t exist, with a forced smile as he looked at Sun Zhe and took out an egg-sized sphere, placing it on the table.

"Alright, hold this Qi Testing Stone, then channel your True Qi inside of you, using all your strength."

Without another word, Sun Zhe picked up the Qi Testing Stone and held it firmly.

After a short while.

The clerk looked at the light patterns flickering on the Qi Testing Stone, nodded and smiled, "Indeed in the Qi Refining Realm, you meet the registration criteria. But before that, you’ll need to sign a life-and-death contract, also known as a Waiver Agreement."

"..."

After completing the troublesome registration procedures, Sun Zhe carried the Big Treasure Sword through the crowd, heading straight for the martial arts platform ahead.

Passersby who saw him gathered to watch.

"Everyone come and look, the dead duck is going to fight in the Qi Refining District arena!"

"Isn’t he fierce? Just the other day he won the Martial Hero title in the Body Refining District, and now he’s challenging the Qi Refining District!"

"..."

Sun Zhe paid no attention to the comments from others, standing silently below the martial arts platform, watching the two Qi Refining martial artists fiercely battling on stage.

Standing next to him, Chen Ruolong wore a peculiar expression, "Boss, do you really plan to fight with that giant sword?"

Sun Zhe nodded, eyes firm, "Unless I’m joking with you."

Previously, while walking with the heavy sword, he understood the good intentions of his mysterious master—it exerts a suppressive force that even agitates his mood, but if he can adapt and remain calm, he can control the sword and True Qi more accurately.

And that’s the reason his master wanted him to wield this sword.

"Hey Ruolong."

In the midst of silence, Sun Zhe called out.

"What’s up, boss?"

Sun Zhe glanced sideways at him, reminding, "If you’re planning to bet on me, I’d advise against it this time."

"Why?"

Sun Zhe took a deep breath, eyes on the tall and handsome youth on stage, "I’m likely to lose."

As he spoke, the youth on stage had already knocked down his opponent.

But the youth didn’t strike hard, avoiding vital areas.

That youth’s opponent flipped up, cupping hands to him, "Qi Jie, your swordsmanship is incredibly refined, I concede!"

The youth referred to as "Qi Jie" smiled warmly, "Thank you for letting me win."

"..."

The audience burst into thunderous applause.

Many girls were excitedly jumping with hearts in their eyes, shouting "hubby" as if Qi Jie really was their husband.

At this point, Chen Ruolong’s expression turned somewhat unpleasant, gently elbowing Sun Zhe, whispering, "That’s the second young master of the Qi Family, Qi Xue’s brother."

"His swordsmanship is no joke; he’s been practicing since he quit school in junior high. Honestly, boss, with your cultivation suppressed, it’s going to be tough."

However, Sun Zhe looked determined, saying nothing, hefting the large sword and climbing the martial arts platform’s steps.

He clearly saw Qi Jie’s refined swordsmanship, sharp and deadly unlike those showy fitness swords.

It’s a true killing sword!

Sun Zhe knew well that he stood little chance against Qi Jie while wielding such a cumbersome sword, destined to be toyed with.

But since it’s about sharpening his skills, he can’t shrink back from difficulties or pick the easy route.

What type of swordsman would that be?

As Sun Zhe stepped onto the platform, the audience went into an uproar.

"Wow, this dead duck is fierce!"

"Just entering the Qi Refining District and daring to challenge Qi Jie, I respect that guts!"

"But he’s probably going to hit a brick wall this time!"

"Hahaha... isn’t there already a big iron wall on his shoulder?"

"..."

Listening to the taunts below, Chen Ruolong got infuriated, pointing at a martial artist and cursing, "Iron wall, my ass! I’ll carry your mother’s two beautiful black silk-leg!"

Meanwhile.

On the martial arts platform.

Sun Zhe ignored the jeers, entering a realm of his own.

He planted the giant sword on the ground, lightly panting, "Please give me your guidance."

Qi Jie looked at the door-like Big Treasure Sword, eyelids drooping, feeling it was familiar but unable to recall.

"Brother, are you sure you want to fight with that sword?"

"Bring it on!"

Sun Zhe’s eyes suddenly turned sharp, saying few words, as he gripped the sword’s hilt tightly and charged towards Qi Jie, the sword carving fiery sparks on the ground.

Seeing Sun Zhe’s aggressive momentum, Qi Jie shook his head with a smile, casually wielding his long sword to cast out a streak of Sword Qi.

"Whatever you’ve chosen, as a swordsman, I’ll fully respect it by giving you my best."

"..."

...

Meanwhile.

In the viewing gallery.

Qi Xue sat on a long bench, her long legs clad in yoga pants crossed, as she watched the large screen with a faint smile.

To her, Sun Zhe on the screen looked like a clown.

She had been watching her brother’s match, yet she didn’t expect to encounter Sun Zhe challenging him today.

"That loser, breaking into the Qi Refining Realm, but compared to Xiaojie... not even close."

Beside her, Xiaoling also focused on the large screen, her hands tightly clutching her garments, praying silently for Sun Zhe.

"Xiaoling, how long do you think the loser can last under Xiaojie’s sword?"

Xiaoling shook her head, "I don’t know."

No sooner had she spoken, Sun Zhe was already knocked back, his sword left on the platform while he landed off it.

Qi Xue chuckled, shaking her head and standing up, "Loser, unaware of the vastness of the sky."

"..."