Chapter 63: Classic Pretend to be Slapped in the Face
Meanwhile, at the Su Residence.
On the training ground, several young disciples were sparring, their blades flashing and low shouts mingling with the clashing sounds.
At the edge, Su Wanyuan stood quietly, observing with focus, mentally analyzing the moves.
Suddenly, a mocking laugh came from nearby.
“Well, well, isn’t this the Su Clan’s eldest miss? What, here to pretend you’re learning techniques today?”
Su Wanyuan turned to see a sharp-chinned woman in vibrant clothes approaching, flanked by two arrogant-looking companions.
The speaker was Su Tingting, the Second Elder’s niece, who loved bullying the weak with her early Foundation Establishment cultivation.
Her two followers smirked—one with arms crossed, the other jeering, “What’s the point of her being here? Can she even understand? Just putting on a show.”
Su Wanyuan ignored their taunts, continuing to watch the sparring.
Seeing no reaction, Su Tingting pressed on. “Is the eldest miss trying to pick up a few moves to show off to her little sister?”
Her voice was loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, drawing their gazes.
Su Tingting, sensing the attention, flashed a smug look.
Raising her voice further, she scanned the crowd, ensuring her words carried. “Tch, speaking of which, your sister’s quite something.”
She sneered, “A girl clinging to that Young Master Luo all day—how cheap is that? Doesn’t she know those kinds of women are worth nothing?”
“You’re courting death!”
The insults against her sister shattered Su Wanyuan’s calm. She stepped forward, spiritual energy gathering in her palm.
But just as she was about to strike—
Boom!
A heavy pressure descended from above, like an invisible hand on her shoulders, freezing her in place.
The training ground’s steward approached, his gaze indifferent. “No private fights on the training ground. If you want to settle this, both parties must agree to a formal duel.”
The crowd buzzed with discussion.
“It’s her again, using that tired trick.”
“Always picking on easy targets, goading them into a duel, then humiliating them openly.”
“Eldest Miss, don’t fall for it! You can’t beat her now.”
Su Wanyuan glared at Su Tingting, her voice icy. “You should be grateful the Su Clan has such a ‘good’ Clan Head, letting you strut around like this.”
Su Tingting covered her mouth, giggling. “Hehe, strength reigns supreme—that’s a good clan rule, no? How else would I motivate you all to improve?”
Su Wanyuan took a deep breath, her voice cold. “Do you dare to duel me right now?”
Her words silenced the murmuring crowd.
It took a few stunned moments for them to process.
“She’s serious?!”
“Has the Eldest Miss lost it? Even with great talent, late Qi Refining can’t beat early Foundation Establishment.”
“She’s asking for a beating.”
“Who cares? This is gonna be a show!”
Su Tingting’s smile widened. “Fine. If you beat me, I’ll kneel and let you slap my face.”
Her words ignited the crowd like a powder keg, most spectators thrilled for the drama.
The steward, seeing both agreed, nodded and gestured. “Proceed.”
The two walked to the center of the training ground, all eyes on the duel.
Su Tingting smirked disdainfully. “Don’t worry, I’ll only use peak Qi Refining strength and no weapons, so you don’t collapse in three moves.”
Her words made her two companions laugh.
One teased, “Big Sis, go easy—don’t cripple her.”
Some spectators shook their heads, annoyed by the troublemakers.
Though opinions on Su Tingting varied, everyone agreed the duel’s outcome was obvious—she’d win.
Su Wanyuan ignored the chatter, her eyes locked on Su Tingting.
The steward scanned them, confirming no objections, and declared, “Begin!”
At his words, Su Wanyuan stomped forward, charging instantly.
Without probing, she threw a direct punch at Su Tingting’s face.
Caught off guard by the boldness, Su Tingting blocked with her arm, forced back half a step.
Her brows twitched, and she countered with an elbow strike.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In mere breaths, they exchanged seven or eight blows, the dull thuds of their clashes echoing.
The crowd’s faces grew serious as the fight unfolded.
“What… what’s going on? The Eldest Miss isn’t losing ground?”
“She’s only late Qi Refining!”
“Look! Su Tingting’s been pushed back the whole time!”
Su Tingting’s earlier ease was gone.
At first, she thought Su Wanyuan had just caught her off guard, and she’d win easily once she adjusted.
After all, she was a carefully nurtured Su Clan genius—how could she lose to a former cultivation-less “waste”?
But gradually, she felt her opponent’s strength growing.
Each clash felt like slamming into a heavy hammer, her arms growing numb.
“I can’t win like this,” Su Tingting thought, a ruthless glint in her eyes.
“Sword, rise!”
She raised a hand to summon her sword, aiming to use speed and distance to take control.
But before she could act, Su Wanyuan closed in, a high sweeping kick interrupting her move.
Bang!
The heavy impact forced Su Tingting back several steps, her breathing chaotic.
“How is this possible?!”
Panic set in—she hadn’t expected Su Wanyuan to ignore the usual playbook, denying her a chance to use her weapon.
Su Wanyuan gave no respite, pressing forward relentlessly.
“Weren’t you so smug earlier? What’s wrong, can’t even fight back now?”
Her tone was calm, but each word slapped Su Tingting’s face, igniting her fury.
Why?!
She’d trained for years, pouring in countless efforts to reach her current realm.
Yet this woman, barely a few days into cultivating, was stronger, leaving her no room to counter?
“Why!” Su Tingting’s hysterical scream tore through the air.
Her eyes reddened, spiritual energy surging wildly within.
The next moment, a stronger aura erupted from her, shaking the training ground.
“What’s that secret technique? It pushed her to late Foundation Establishment?!”
“Must be her trump card…”
“Oh no, the Eldest Miss is in real danger now.”
“Where’s the steward? Save her!”
But the steward only glanced coldly. “Su Tingting hasn’t broken any rules. The duel continues.”
His words sank the crowd’s already tense hearts.