OBS Chapter 367: Frustrated by the Loss
Chapter 367: Frustrated by the Loss
Zhou Ping'er raised the corner of her mouth with a playful arc, and casually pulled out another pair of chopsticks from behind her back with her right hand.
It rotated flexibly at the fingertips, as if it was not an ordinary wooden chopstick, but some kind of peerless magic weapon.
"Are you using these chopsticks...easy?" Zhou Ping'er asked frivolously, with a hint of teasing in her eyes.
The smile on Baili Pang'er's face froze instantly, as stiff as if the pause button had been pressed.
The chopsticks in his hand seemed like a hot potato, neither able to hold them nor to throw them away.
The air was filled with awkwardness, and one could almost hear the fat on his face trembling.
"This... this is unscientific!" Fatty Baili widened his eyes, as if he had seen some incomprehensible universal truth.
However, before he could react, Zhou Ping'er's figure had disappeared like a ghost.
The next second, Fatty Baili felt a flash before his eyes, and a sharp pain came from his chest, and his whole body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.
"boom!"
With a dull thud, Fatty Baili fell heavily to the ground, howling in pain.
He struggled to get up, but found that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.
The next ten minutes were a nightmare for Baili Pang'er.
He was unilaterally ravaged by Zhou Ping'er like a sandbag.
He fell to the ground twenty times, and after landing he lay on the ground like a salted fish, making a continuous "woooo" sound from his mouth, as if to say: I don't want to think anymore!
Lin Qiye and Cao Yuanhai hurried forward and dragged Baili Pang'er, the "human-shaped rag doll", away.
The atmosphere on the training ground suddenly became depressing, and everyone felt a strong sense of oppression, as if a huge rock was pressing on their chest.
"Next, An Yuqing." Zhou Ping'er's voice was like a cold wind, blowing in everyone's ears.
An Yuqing walked into the arena with slightly stiff steps.
She didn't take out any powerful weapons, but simply struck a fighting stance.
However, her eyes seemed unusually excited, staring closely at Zhou Ping'er, as if she were looking at some precious work of art.
The following battle made everyone feel even more weird.
An Yuqing's fighting style can be completely described as "self-abuse".
She hardly launched any effective counterattack and was completely bearing Zhou Ping'er's attacks unilaterally.
However, not only did she not show any expression of pain, but she became more and more excited the more she was beaten.
The corners of his mouth were even slightly raised, like a masochist whose switch was turned on.
Her eyes revealed a crazy obsession, as if she wanted to completely dissect and study Zhou Ping'er thoroughly.
Zhou Ping'er felt a little uneasy when An Yuqing stared at her, as if she was the one being hunted.
This feeling made him feel uncomfortable all over, and he became more fierce in his attacks.
After the fight, An Yuqing left the training ground with a slightly staggering pace. Every three steps,
She turned her head to look at Zhou Ping'er. An Yuqing's figure gradually disappeared at the edge of the training ground, but every three steps she took, she would turn back and gaze deeply at Zhou Ping'er.
There was a strange light flashing in his eyes, as if containing some unspeakable secret.
Zhou Ping'er felt uncomfortable being stared at. She couldn't help but rub her arms, thinking to herself, "How come this girl's eyes are more frightening than being beaten?"
He coughed dryly, breaking the strange atmosphere: "Next! Jia Lan'er!"
Upon hearing this, Jialaner took off his monk's robe, revealing the white Hanfu that had been prepared long ago.
She was agile, like a cheetah ready to pounce. Her eyes were fixed on Zhou Ping'er. Without any hesitation, she exerted force on her feet and turned into a white lightning, shooting towards Zhou Ping'er.
Zhou Ping'er raised her eyebrows, not expecting that this little nun was so capable.
He slightly turned his body and easily avoided Galaner's attack.
Although Jia Lan'er's attack missed, she was not discouraged. Her fists rained down like raindrops, each one targeting Zhou Ping'er's vital points.
However, Zhou Ping'er was agile and had exquisite footwork, and she was always able to avoid Galan'er's attacks by a hair's breadth.
"You can only punch?" Zhou Ping'er raised a playful smile, and the chopsticks in her hand stretched out like a snake, pointing towards Jialan'er's palm.
He originally wanted to use cleverness to break the force and make Jialaner give up.
However, what happened next left Zhou Ping'er stunned.
Jialan'er didn't dodge or evade. Instead, she grabbed Zhou Ping'er's chopsticks and exerted force with her five fingers. With a "crack", the chopsticks broke.
Zhou Ping'er was stunned. The half-broken chopsticks in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He stared blankly at Jia Lan'er.
Jia Lan'er had a blank expression on her face. She slowly raised her other hand, clenched it into a fist, and said, "Now, it's my turn."
Jialan'er clenched her pink fists and, without any fancy moves, punched out. There was a muffled "bang" sound in the air, as if an invisible shock wave exploded.
Zhou Ping'er only felt a huge force coming at her, her palms went numb, and her body involuntarily took a few steps back before she could barely stabilize herself.
He looked down at the broken chopsticks in his hand, then looked up at Jia Lan'er in front of him.
"Interesting." Zhou Ping'er raised the corner of her mouth slightly, holding the half-broken chopsticks in her hand.
He slowly raised it, and suddenly a dazzling sword energy burst out, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, pointing directly at Galaner.
He placed the chopsticks across his chest, assuming a swordsman's starting stance, and used the half-broken chopsticks like a sword.
"This is the true use of the sword!" Zhou Ping'er's momentum suddenly surged, and she waved the "sword" in her hand.
Sharp sword energy broke through the air, sweeping towards Jialan'er with a sharp whistling sound.
Jialan'er stood still, like an unshakable mountain. Even though the sword energy poured down like a rainstorm, it could not shake her at all.
The sword energy hit her body, making a crisp "ding-dang-dang" sound, as if it was hitting a hard iron plate.
"This little nun... is quite something." Zhou Ping'er narrowed her eyes.
Seeing that the sword energy was ineffective, Jialan'er suddenly exerted force on her feet and rushed towards Zhou Ping'er like an arrow, against the sword energy.
A faint golden light emanated from her body, as if she was wearing a layer of indestructible armor.
Seeing this, Zhou Ping'er frowned and waved her right hand. Suddenly, countless sword energies intertwined into a huge sword cage, trapping Jialan'er inside.
The sword energy kept cutting, making a teeth-grinding friction sound, trying to strangle Jialan'er.
Jialan'er rushed left and right in the sword cage, but was unable to break free and sighed slightly.
Seeing this, Zhou Ping'er smiled and waved her hand, and the sword cage disappeared in an instant.
Jialaner walked out unharmed, his face not red and he was not out of breath, as if nothing had happened.
"You little nun, you can really take a beating!"
Baili Pang'er looked at Jialan'er with admiration in his eyes.
"I actually managed to last five minutes with Sword Saint Zhou. Amazing! Amazing!"
"You...you guys be careful." Jia Lan'er walked up to Lin Qiye and Wu Hen and said seriously, with a hint of worry in her eyes.
Lin Qiye nodded. He looked at Jia Lan'er deeply and secretly became alert.
Wu Hen rubbed his hands excitedly, with a meaningful smile on his face.
His eyes kept scanning back and forth between Zhou Ping'er and Jia Lan'er, as if he had found some interesting toys.
Wu Hen licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue and murmured softly, "Next, it's my turn, right?"
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen stood side by side on the training ground, both looking full of confidence.
Wu Hen even raised the corners of his mouth, looking eager to try, as if he had already seen a bright future of becoming the strongest.
"Sword Master Zhou, we are here!" Lin Qiye shouted loudly, with fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.
Zhou Ping'er smiled slightly and shook the chopsticks in her hand lightly, as if an invisible force was spreading in the air.
"let's go!"
Wu Hen grinned, a hint of mischievousness showing at the corner of his mouth, "Today, I will let you know what it means to...live off your old capital!"
Before Wu Hen finished speaking, Zhou Ping'er rushed over like a gust of wind.
Lin Qiye raised his sword in a hurry to block, but he only felt a flash before his eyes, and the tip of the sword was lightly touched by Zhou Ping'er's chopsticks, and it flew out of his hand.
The next moment, Lin Qiye felt a pain in his chest, and he flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
"He is indeed a ruthless person!" Lin Qiye struggled to stand up, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were more solemn.
Seeing this, Wu Hen's smile deepened.
He clapped his hands suddenly and laughed loudly, "System, use your ultimate move!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge gargoyle fell from the sky, flapping its wings wildly and pounced towards Zhou Ping'er.
"Bang!" Zhou Ping'er easily blocked the gargoyle's attack. The chopsticks in his hand seemed to have turned into an indestructible sword, easily knocking the gargoyle away.
"This..." Wu Hen was stunned for a moment, then laughed again, "System, give me something more powerful!"
This time it was a group of small elves. They surrounded Wu Hen, singing pleasant songs and trying to disturb Zhou Ping'er.
However, Zhou Ping'er waved a few chopsticks lightly, and the elves turned into nothingness, leaving only a few light echoes in the air.
Wu Hen's smile finally froze.
He gasped, feeling pain in every bone in his body.
Lin Qiye struggled to get up from the ground. The two looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness.
"You... are so strong." Wu Hen panted, still with a mischievous smile on his face, but he could no longer hide the shock in his heart.
Zhou Ping'er nodded, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she put away her chopsticks.
"You've done your best." Zhou Ping'er's voice was steady and powerful. "That's all for today. Go back and rest."
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen supported each other and slowly walked back to the room with other trainees who were beaten black and blue.
There was a heavy atmosphere in the air and everyone looked exhausted.
That night, five people sat around the campfire.
Lin Qiye, Wu Hen, Baili Pang'er, and An Yuqing were all wrapped in bandages, only Jia Lan'er was safe and sound.
Several people were silent, the firelight cast mottled shadows on their faces, and the atmosphere was low and depressing.
"Sword Master Zhou...how on earth did he do it?" Fatty Baili'er's voice was low and filled with a hint of doubt.
Wu Hen's eyes flickered in the firelight, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he said nothing.
He turned his head and looked at Zhou Ping'er's room in the distance, his heart full of confusion and doubt.
"Tomorrow, we must find the answer." Lin Qiye's voice was firm, breaking the silence.
Wu Hen stood up suddenly and stretched.
The flames of the bonfire danced, illuminating everyone's faces, and in the distance,
Zhou Ping'er's room was still as quiet as before, as if hiding some unspeakable secret.