Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 353 - 203 Ah_3

Chapter 353: Chapter 203 Ah_3

Was Jiang Mo doing this on purpose?

As the woman pondered, Jiang Shouzhong continued to unleash his "rage" mode,

"I am a man, and daring to seek an explanation means I have the guts. What’s with all your blind blabbering! Lord Ran, don’t stand up for me. I must make them apologize to me today!"

"Alright, then let Miss Zhang and Murong face Jiang in one match each."

Seeing that her purpose of stirring up trouble had been achieved, Xing Shuang’er, fearing that the other side might back out, smiled and said, "I, Xing Shuang’er, on behalf of Famous Sword Villa, lay it down here. If Jiang can truly defeat Murong and Miss Zhang, I will call out Zi Heng."

This woman is not simple.

She picked a fight as soon as she appeared and then shifted the conflict.

"Jiang Mo, don’t be impulsive."

Ran Qingchen still couldn’t grasp Jiang Shouzhong’s thoughts.

As for Jiang Mo’s strength, she was actually baffled; she knew he was a Second Grade Martial Artist before. The last time they practiced swordsmanship together, he seemed to have reached the level of a minor Great Profound Sect Master, which shocked her.

But even so, where did he get the courage to challenge a Heaven Desolation Boundary expert?

Could it be...

Ran Qingchen’s gaze involuntarily drifted to the Seven Kills Blade at his waist.

The power of the Seven Kills Blade indeed allowed one to fight across boundaries.

But even if Jiang Shouzhong was a minor Great Profound Sect Master, at best he could only exert the might of a Great Profound Sect Master.

"Murong, let this young lady take the first match,"

Zhang Lanlan said with a smile brimming with confidence.

The reason Zhang Lanlan loathed Jiang Shouzhong, apart from his insults to her, was also due to jealousy of Ran Qingchen.

Usually the center of attention everywhere she went, she hated most to have her thunder stolen by others.

Since she couldn’t confront Ran Qingchen directly, taking it out on her follower was just as good; it was the equivalent of slapping her face in public.

"Um..."

Seeing that the fight was really about to happen, Jiang Shouzhong seemed to have calmed down a bit and started to hesitate.

Seeing this, Xing Shuang’er raised her eyebrows and teased deliberately, "If Jiang can’t prove his ability, let Lord Ran apologize to us. Jiang can just hide behind and enjoy the show."

"Let’s fight then!"

The man was provoked and then added in a lower voice, "Just three moves."

Zhang Lanlan couldn’t help but laugh, a smirk lifting the corners of her lips, "Fine."

Not to mention three moves, even one would make you regret insulting me.

Xing Shuang’er specifically chose the practice field of Famous Sword Villa, where disciples usually practiced swordsmanship, for the two to have their competition, even intentionally allowing the villa’s disciples to watch from the sidelines, all to publicly humiliate Jiang Shouzhong.

If Zi Heng could humiliate you back then, today Famous Sword Villa can do the same.

Fang Maoshan looked at the scene, frowning as he muttered, "Madam, isn’t this a bit too much?"

Xing Shuang’er snorted coldly, "What? Should we just let others shit on our heads at Famous Sword Villa? If Ran Qingchen really wants to cause trouble, besides my father, can you stop him? Let them fight among themselves; we’re happy to just watch."

Fang Maoshan didn’t dare to speak further.

In the villa, the woman decided all major and minor matters, and her father always stayed in the Sword Forest; none of the three sons bothered with the villa’s affairs.

The somewhat cowardly Fang Maoshan could only comply with the woman’s wishes.

On the field, the villa’s disciples were all curiously gathered around, watching the two about to compete.

However, more people’s gazes were still drawn to Ran Qingchen.

This made Zhang Lanlan even more irritated. Staring at Jiang Shouzhong, who was uncomfortably flustered in front of her, she said lightly, "Jiang, are you ready?"

Jiang Shouzhong, seeing so many people watching, felt very satisfied and pretended to lack confidence as he stuttered, "We...we agreed, just three moves, regardless of winning or losing."

"Agreed."

Zhang Lanlan nodded, still smiling.

Ran Qingchen clenched her fists slightly, very worried in her heart.

She had decided, it didn’t matter if Jiang Mo lost, but if the other party dared to hurt him intentionally, she would disregard her reputation and teach them a lesson.

"Master Jiang, this young lady is about to make a move."

Zhang Lanlan took a step forward.

"Wait a moment!" Jiang Shouzhong suddenly raised his hand.

Zhang Lanlan’s face darkened in displeasure, and she scoffed, "Surely Jiang isn’t chickening out."

Jiang Shouzhong ignored her and shouted to the onlookers, "I am Jiang Mo, known in Jianghu as ’Invincible under the Heavens.’ Today’s competition is for exchanging pointers and making friends through martial arts."

After a brief silence, the crowd burst into loud laughter.

"Bringing disgrace upon yourself!"

Zhang Lanlan didn’t bother with long-windedness, and her palm struck towards Jiang Shouzhong.

The palm wind was fierce, like raging waves hitting the shore, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Jiang Shouzhong "hurriedly" drew his sword.

The Spirit Water Sword had barely left his hand when the woman slapped it away with a palm.

Seeing this scene, everyone shook their heads.

Indeed, what a simpleton... Zhang Lanlan lowered her guard, her slender white palm sharp as a knife, slicing toward her opponent’s chest.

However, this time, Jiang Shouzhong nimbly dodged it.

Before Zhang Lanlan could react, a fist abruptly appeared from beneath her eyelids, bringing a whooshing gale with it, and like an antelope tossing its horns, it smashed into the woman’s tender abdomen...

The woman’s delicate body trembled slightly, having not anticipated such a turn of events. Startled and in sudden pain, she momentarily forgot to breathe.

Thump!

Zhang Lanlan stumbled backward several steps.

This isn’t right!

This kid’s cultivation—

In her shock, Jiang Shouzhong closed in, his fists whipping past the woman’s chest and then lightly hooking around to hit her underarm. Zhang Lanlan immediately felt a burning sensation on her skin and her blood seemed to boil within her.

By then, the woman was completely dragged into his attack range and utterly unable to escape.

Her heart went cold.

No matter how foolish she was, she now understood she had been deceived; this fellow was certainly not of the Minor Profound Sect Master’s level of cultivation.

His fist slammed into the woman repeatedly, leaving her no chance to evade.

Only after the eighth heavy punch landed, accompanied by the sound of her clothes tearing, did Zhang Lanlan’s garments suddenly burst apart. She spat out blood and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Silence fell upon the spectators.

Jiang Shouzhong exhaled a hot breath, glanced at the woman’s body, and smirked, "Black grapes."

Jiang Shouzhong turned to look at Murong Nan, who was still somewhat in shock, and grinned, "Murong, are you ready? If you are, then I’ll... make the first move."

As the word "Ah" fell, he sprinted forward like a cheetah pouncing on its prey. With a few quick, interweaving strides, he suddenly rushed up to Murong Nan.

Though Murong Nan had not yet snapped out of his shock, the instincts of a master flared, his eyes shooting daggers. As the sword sheath hummed softly, the long sword was drawn, its cold gleam flashing.

Whoosh!

Jiang Shouzhong didn’t hesitate to draw the Seven Kills Blade!

As the blade was unsheathed, a cold light appeared, its heavy intent to kill, like a dragon emerging from the sea, brought a heart-palpitating aura of blood with it, and suddenly it cleaved downward.

The bloody blade light cascaded down like a falling galaxy, unstoppable.

Jiang Shouzhong knew that a genius like Murong would definitely have a secret technique up his sleeve. Just to be safe, he didn’t give the other man a chance to use it.

The sword light was instantly shattered to pieces.

Such an intense killing intent... Murong Nan was alarmed, about to execute a sword move, when a strong sense of crisis struck him from behind. He hastily stepped forward, lowered his body, and indeed, a small flying sword whizzed past his scalp.

Flying sword!

He actually has a flying sword!?

Murong Nan found it inconceivable. However, at this point, he had already fallen into Jiang Shouzhong’s trap. In the moment he dodged the flying sword, he unwittingly stepped into the other’s attack range and took a heavy punch to the chest.

Murong Nan grunted.

As he was sent flying, a cold smirk suddenly crossed his lips.

He twisted his wrist and struck with a strange sword move.

The sword light traced an extremely bizarre arc, aiming directly at Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes, leaving no time for a reaction.

After all, he was a high-level master from the Heaven Desolation Boundary. The moment he realized he had been tricked, Murong Nan decisively counterattacked, willing to sustain a serious injury to launch a lethal strike.

He didn’t believe his opponent could dodge this sword move!

To his astonishment, however, the Spirit Water Sword that had previously been sent flying somehow returned to Jiang Shouzhong’s hand. Just as Murong Nan unleashed his strange sword technique, Jiang Shouzhong executed the "Greedy Life Swordsmanship" taught by Yan Changqing.

The fatal sword move that was supposed to be unavoidable was effortlessly neutralized, and his opponent even quietly created some distance, making a second strike impossible.

Murong Nan felt so frustrated he wanted to cough up blood.

The next moment, the threat of the flying sword came from behind once again.

Dishonorable!

Murong Nan’s eyes were about to split with rage, and he was forced to swing his sword to parry.

Although he blocked the flying sword, Jiang Shouzhong landed another even more ferocious punch on his chest.

His clothes burst open...

Murong Nan clenched his teeth, forcibly suppressing the turmoil of pain in his chest. He staggered backward several steps, touched the ground with his tiptoes, using the force to cleverly dissipate most of the impact and finally stabilized his figure.

However, he couldn’t stand upright completely and had to support himself on one knee, his long sword skewering into the ground at an angle.

"Wow, that’s tiny, a cricket?"

Jiang Shouzhong exclaimed in surprise.

Murong Nan was taken aback and only then realized his clothes had been blasted apart. He looked down at his crotch and immediately his face flushed with embarrassment.

Unable to hold back the blood in his mouth, he spewed it out.