Chapter 0157 – What to do if you are misunderstood – Absolute Returns

by GreatBrother(위대한 다오 형제)

"The Little Dragon War is getting hotter and hotter.

After the finals began, those small competition platforms outside the Evil Devil Dao Alliance’s headquarters were dismantled, and in their place, there was a huge competition platform.

Around the martial arts stage, layers and layers of audience seats were built, which could accommodate thousands of people watching the battle at the same time.

The champions of the thirty-two groups will be here, fighting for the final victory.

As long as they could enter the top eight, they would be able to join the elite organization of the Evil Devil Dao Alliance, and even if they couldn’t enter the top eight, as long as they could be in the finals and perform well, they would still have a chance to join the Evil Devil Dao Alliance. Therefore, this final was crucial for all the contestants.

Xu Dalong, of course, had other goals.

He was awakening, he was metamorphosing from a person learning martial arts into a true martial artist.

Facing those eyeing opponents around him, Xu Dalong, did not have the slightest fear.

The only thing in his eyes was his opponent. I didn’t say anything, I had told him, through the practical training, everything I wanted to say. I hoped that he would be able to comprehend something from those trainings. I believe in his enlightenment.

"Fujian Zhangping Sword School, Zhaotang!"

The referee’s voice, loud and strong, and the crowd, erupted in cheers.

Zhaotang, slowly walked up to the martial arts stage, his demeanor was calm, his pace was steady, and he was full of confidence. He was the favorite to win this competition, his strength, there was no doubt.

"Gansu Western Sword Sect, Xu Long!"

In the crowd, cheers erupted once again, more enthusiastically than just now. Zhaotang, a young expert who had been famous for a long time, and Xu Dalong, a disciple of a small, unheard of sect, who had made it all the way to the finals, people hoped that he would be able to create a miracle and defeat the strongest.

Xu Dalong, hearing the cheers, turned his head to look at me.

He said to me in a voice-over:

"I’m going to make last night’s dream, a nightmare!"

Now, to say anything would be redundant.

I nodded vigorously, and with my eyes, expressed my trust in him.

The referee gives the word and the match begins.

Zhaotang, who had been trained in orthodox swordsmanship since he was a child, had his swordsmanship, pure and simple.

His attack, overwhelming, his defense, dripping with water, especially his defense, which was perfect, was like an impregnable fortress that no attack, could shake.

I know that Xu Da Long, right now, must be very frustrated. Luckily, he has fully experienced this feeling in his previous training.

"You can’t be impatient!"

Many people, just because they can’t stand this kind of suppression, and rashly attacked, and finally the opponent seized the cracks, and turned into a victory. The essence of Zhaotang’s swordsmanship lies in "counterattack".

As long as I could make him feel frustrated too, I could find his crack. But I didn’t tell Xu DaLong, the answer, I hoped, he would find it himself.

The swords clashed and sparks flew.

The audience, all holding their breath, watched the match with rapt attention. The excitement of this match had exceeded their expectations.

Xu Dalong, although he adopted an offensive strategy, but he is not impatient, he is step by step, to implement his own plan. His plan was to "use silence as a brake". He found the answer.

Hundreds of moves later, Zhaotang, finally began to get restless. Xu Da Long, had managed to make him, feel that overwhelming feeling as well. If the match, had stayed in such a stalemate, the referee, would most likely have awarded Xu Da Long the victory, after all, Xu Da Long, had been taking the initiative.

Zhaotang, because of his agitation, revealed a crack, and Xu Dalong, seized the opportunity.

"Pfft!"

Xu Dalong’s sword, cut deeply into Zhaotang’s arm, blood splattered, the sword in Zhaotang’s hand, fell to the ground.

Zhaotang, although seriously injured, tried to continue the fight, but the referee, declared Xu DaLong the winner.

The crowd, for both of them, gave a huge round of applause, it was a great match, win or lose.

Xu Dalong, walking down the martial arts stage, he was physically exhausted and sat on his butt on the ground.

All around him, there were gazes, but he didn’t care, he sat paralyzed on the ground, his eyes confused, which in turn made him, seem more approachable. People who passed by, would arch their hands to greet him, and in the distance, there were people applauding him.

I didn’t say anything; I wasn’t trying to avoid suspicion, but I wanted him, alone, to enjoy the honor.

In the crowd, there was a girl that was cheering for him, she was the same girl that cheered for him that day, in the inn.

"Congratulations, on winning the contest!"

Seeing the girl’s smile, Xu Dalong, immediately stood up.

"Thanks."

The girl, smiling, left, and Xu Da Long, once again, sat next to me.

"Weren’t you almost exhausted just now? How come now, it looks like you can fight again?"

Seeing the girl walk away, Xu Dalong, sitting paralyzed on the ground again, said:

"I can’t, I can’t fight anymore, I’m too tired. My next opponent is definitely stronger."

"That’s right, do you want to give up?"

"I want to go home!"

"What are you going to tell everyone when you get back? Are you going to say that you gave up because you were scared, because you were too tired? Zhang Hao and Li An heart, for sure, will comfort you and say that you’ve done a good job. But in their hearts, they will surely think: If it were me, I would have stuck it out to the end. Every time they see you, they will think: If it were me ……"

"Don’t say it."

I smiled and extended my hand, and Xu Dalong, holding my hand, stood up.

"Thank you, if you hadn’t practiced with me, I definitely wouldn’t have won."

"This game, it’s not something you can win just by practicing, it’s something you work for."

"This feeling, it’s fantastic! When I beat my opponent and hear the cheers around me, I just go crazy!"

"If you’re really crazy, then you’ll really become crazy, you have to learn to control yourself in order to become truly strong."

We chatted as we made our way to the inn. Back at the inn, we met an unexpected person.

Qin Xia Ling, was eating noodles at the inn.

Xu Da Long and I, stood in the doorway, Xu Da Long, worried:

"I hope she just likes noodles."

"What do you mean?"

"You knowingly ask, why would she, a thousand-dollar lady, come to a small inn like this to eat noodles? And, still alone?"

"She came today to heal."

"Heal what?"

"Her pride, wounded."

"You embarrassed her on purpose, didn’t you?"

I can’t deny that I did approach her on purpose.

"It’s all because of the Divine Order."

"The thing is, she doesn’t know."

Xu Dalong, went upstairs to his room, I walked up to Qin Xia Ling.

Qin Xia Ling, looking at me walking towards her, she stretched out her hand, wanting to shake my hand. She suddenly felt that my hand, was even whiter and smoother than the one that, in the dream, pulled her.

I said as I walked up to her:

"Your match, it’s in three days, right? My young master, the race is already over today."

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