Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

As Qi Jie fell from the combat stage, the entire audience fell silent, dumbfounded, as if unable to believe the scene before their eyes.

"Amaz—ing—!"

After a brief silence, Sun Zhe’s number one fan, Chen Ruolong, suddenly raised his arm and shouted.

These simple three words, shouted out, exhausted all his strength.

Following him, the entire audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

Before this, people’s expectations for Sun Zhe were merely to last a few rounds without losing too embarrassingly.

But no one expected that on his second turn challenging the stage, Sun Zhe would already surpass the great obstacle in front of him and defeat Qi Jie, a genius of Sword Dao!

...

On the combat platform.

Sun Zhe, with his clothes in tatters and his body covered in wounds, bent down to pick up the sword Qi Jie dropped on the stage, and staggered to the edge of the combat platform before standing firm and tossing the sword in front of Qi Jie.

Qi Jie raised his eyes to meet his, eye filled with unwillingness, feeling this scene was all too familiar.

Just yesterday, Sun Zhe had fallen off the stage like this, and he had tossed his sword off the stage like that.

In the midst of silence.

Qi Jie struggled to get up, rubbing his waist and said, "Why could you see through my swordsmanship?"

Sun Zhe smiled and said, "Your swordsmanship is indeed exquisite, but it’s too predictable. Just let you stab me a few more times, and I can figure out the pattern of your sword techniques."

Upon hearing this, Qi Jie fell silent.

For the first time, he began to doubt the Qi Family Swordsmanship he was so proud of all his life.

At this moment, Sun Zhe suddenly remembered a sentence written by Lin Wua at the end of the Lingao Swordsmanship manual, so he said to Qi Jie, "The real sword has no techniques."

Hearing this, Qi Jie was shocked, as if he had been enlightened yet felt very confused, suddenly looking at Sun Zhe, "What did you say?"

Sun Zhe smiled slightly, "Just like useful knowledge isn’t acquired from words written in books by predecessors."

"Your swordsmanship is indeed exquisite, so exquisite that every detail is perfectly executed, reaching the point of perfection, but it’s lacking sword momentum. You’re just reperforming step by step according to the sword manual."

Qi Jie remembered his words, turned and limped out of the crowd.

"Tomorrow, I will challenge you again."

Sun Zhe said, "Always welcome."

...

A little while later.

Once Qi Jie’s figure disappeared into the crowd, Sun Zhe’s gaze gradually became sharp, sweeping towards the various places under the stage, "Next one!"

At this moment, Little Dragon Girl’s voice came to his mind, "You’ve sustained many injuries, do you want to release the compression to let yourself recover a bit?"

Sun Zhe replied, "No need, lest anyone finds out. Moreover, I’m here to improve myself, so there’s no need to take advantage of loopholes. It’s the injuries that make me remember."

"Hmm... what you say makes some sense."

Little Dragon Girl praised him, "You kiddo, your perseverance is quite strong, not bad, keep it up."

Transitioning from challenger to defender, and burdened with a body full of sword injuries, Sun Zhe felt tremendous pressure.

Facing those who continued to step onto the stage to try to end his streak, he found each battle harder than the last, winning nine consecutive matches in one go but eventually succumbing, due to his worsening injuries and dwindling stamina, to a Martial Artist using a staff who sent him off the combat stage.

...

In the Undying Pavilion.

Chen Ruolong looked at Sun Zhe, covered in blood, and couldn’t help but tease, "Geez, Boss, you’re really going all out! If I were Palace Master Xia, I probably wouldn’t even recognize you."

Sun Zhe’s face immediately darkened, "Are you saying I’ve been beaten so badly even my mom wouldn’t recognize me?"

"Hehe... Boss, sit tight, I’ll handle your wounds."

Sun Zhe took a deep breath, enduring the pain to sit on a plastic stool, letting Chen Ruolong treat his injuries.

While Chen Ruolong worked with alcohol, inhaling sharply, seeing those shocking sword wounds, his scalp tingled.

"Fortunately, Second Brother Sun is intact and can still be used, otherwise what would my sister do about her happiness in the latter half of her life?"

"Get lost."

Sun Zhe kicked him away.

"Ouch, it hurts! Boss, why are you hitting me?"

"..."

In the blink of an eye.

The lights began to shine.

Upon returning to Jingtian Forest Garden, Xia Shiqing saw Sun Zhe covered in bandages, her heart ached.

"Why so careless?"

Sun Zhe retorted, "If caution were enough, then why would we need strength?"

Xia Shiqing said, "Actually, I watched your matches, I didn’t expect you to defeat Qi Jie."

Sun Zhe asked with a smile, "Wasn’t I handsome?"

Xia Shiqing rolled her eyes at him, continuing, "I initially thought I was pretty strict with you, but I didn’t expect you to push yourself even harder. After defeating Qi Jie, you virtually won the following matches by risking your life."

"After all, this is just training; you don’t need to be so hard on yourself."

Sun Zhe replied, "Only by experiencing true struggles of flesh and blood can I improve."

Xia Shiqing paused, asking, "Do you need me to reward you tonight?"

Sun Zhe grinned mischievously, "Are you not afraid of my dragon scales?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Shiqing’s face turned pale, frightened as she quickly got up and ran away, "Pretend I didn’t say anything. Oh right, I almost forgot; I need to return to the palace tonight."

"I’ve prepared your meal; eat it yourself later. The medicine in the bathtub is ready, soak after dinner."

Sun Zhe watched her hurried figure, asking, "Why return to the palace?"

"Your uncle-in-law asked me to go back."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe became quiet.

Thinking this Exquisite Empress Consort would most likely be lamenting on the Emperor’s bed tonight, Sun Zhe felt a sudden sourness.

And this sour feeling stemmed from masculine possessiveness.

"Can’t you not go back?"

Xia Shiqing picked up her bag, giving him a meaningful look, "Why, I can’t go back to my husband after being ravaged by a wolfdog outside?"

Sun Zhe’s face turned black, "What did you say, who’s the wolfdog?"

"Alright, I need to go back to discuss the Divine Dragon Martial Arts Association matter; he’s got your aunt with him, he doesn’t need me, does he?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but fantasize about Jiang Qinglan’s exquisite jade face showing seductive charm while surrendering under the Emperor, once more triggering his possessiveness.

"Okay, then be safe on your way back."

Xia Shiqing said, "In Kyoto, there’s nothing that threatens my safety."

"..."

...

The next day.

Sun Zhe woke up to find his sword wounds had healed and scarred, evidently due to the medicine’s effectiveness.

After cleaning up, he headed straight to the underground martial arena.

Upon arriving at the Martial Arts District, he saw the Martial Artist using a staff who had ended his streak yesterday shouting on the stage.

"Anyone else?!"

Sun Zhe walked into the crowd and climbed onto the combat stage, taking the great sword from his back and planting it on the ground, "I’m here!"

The Martial Artist wielding a staff looked Sun Zhe over, noticing he was still wrapped in bandages, and said with a smile, "Ghost brother, with your current look, even if I win, it’s a dishonorable victory, why don’t you heal first?"

"No need."

"Hehe, then I thank ghost brother for gifting me a victory!"

About a minute later.

The staff-wielding Martial Artist screamed as Sun Zhe hit him with a sword off the combat stage, looking extremely embarrassed, causing the crowd to erupt in laughter.

Sun Zhe hoisted the great sword onto his shoulder, surveying the crowd with his sharp eyes, "Who’s next?"

The crowd stayed silent, no one daring to challenge.

After nearly ten minutes, there was a commotion at the back of the crowd.

Following the noise, Sun Zhe saw Qi Jie, dressed in white, advancing with his sword.

"I’m here!"

"..."