Supremely Talented Tyrant

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Ye Chunliang's gaze flickered for a moment, but in the end, he calmed down and pointed at Hao Jian, "You wait for me, I won't let this go so easily!"

"Fine, I'll wait." Hao Jian also smiled in response, but he didn't take it to heart. To him, a green kid still wet behind the ears like Yellow Hair was hardly a threat.

Seeing Hao Jian's disdainful attitude, Li Jiasheng couldn't help but feel a rush of anger, "Hao Jian, keep being arrogant. Once our Business School beats your Chinese Medicine Hospital in the talent show and leaves you battered and bleeding, you'll realize how stupid it was to compete with us in talent!"

"Are you done?" Hao Jian glanced at Li Jiasheng indifferently, "Can you roll out now that you're finished?"

"Alright, alright, you just wait!" Li Jiasheng, full of resentment, shouted, "Let's go!"

Li Jiasheng's companions also cast amused smiles at Hao Jian as they followed Li Jiasheng's footsteps and left.

At that moment, Ye Chunliang glared viciously at Hao Jian, "I warn you, if you dare have any ill intentions towards my sister, I absolutely won't let you off."

Hao Jian smiled without saying anything.

Ye Chunliang snorted coldly, stamped his foot hard, and then also left.

"These Business School students, they're all so full of themselves." Che Xiaoxiao said discontentedly, feeling irritated by the arrogance shown by Li Jiasheng and Ye Chunliang.

Hao Jian also shook his head in disappointment, "Teachers teach them knowledge but seem to have forgotten to teach them how to be decent humans!"

"Alright, let's hurry up and get ready backstage!" Hao Jian led a group of students backstage.

Meanwhile, at the event venue, students had already moved the chairs and were waiting in the hall. Du Yuelin, Qiu Chenggong, and Cao Guobin sat in the front row of the judges' seats.

Cao Guobin wore a poker face, Du Yuelin appeared calm and collected, while Qiu Chenggong had a cold smirk. He couldn't wait to see the Chinese Medicine Hospital being suppressed by their Business School.

At that time, Hao Jian and his group also arrived backstage, standing apart from Li Jiasheng and his peers, but even so, Hao Jian could still feel the hostile glares from those Business School students.

"Please enjoy the fencing performance brought to you by our Business School student Li Jiasheng!" announced the host at that moment.

At the announcement, Li Jiasheng confidently donned his protective mask, then threw a mocking glance towards Hao Jian's direction before stepping onto the stage.

"Li Jiasheng! Li Jiasheng! Woo woo."

The girls in the audience screamed wildly, indeed, Li Jiasheng was quite popular in the Business School. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

His handsome features and wealthy background made him the dream lover of many girls.

Seeing him dressed in fencing attire, appearing like a White Prince, the girls were so excited that they could faint!

The reason Li Jiasheng chose to learn fencing was because it was flashy; fencing was a game of Western nobility in ancient times, combining elegance and agility, and it was a perfect tool to impress girls!

Seeing how the girls were cheering for him, Li Jiasheng couldn't help but reveal a smug smile.

Below the stage, Cao Guobin also brightened up a bit, as fencing performances were not something he got to see often.

Seeing Li Jiasheng take the stage, Qiu Chenggong also sneered to himself, as if he could already see the dumbfounded look on Cao Guobin's face.

Subconsciously, Qiu Chenggong looked in Du Yuelin's direction, only to see that Du Yuelin was still seated with a nonchalant expression, as if the matter did not concern him.

Seeing this, Qiu Chenggong couldn't help but feel puzzled; was the old fogy feigning composure?

In front of Li Jiasheng, there was a stand holding three apples. Li Jiasheng's sword thrusts were fast, each strike hitting an apple dead center – quick, precise, and ruthless. His movements were clean and crisp, yet still elegant, as he skewered all three apples in succession.

"Li Jiasheng! I love you!"

Instantaneously, thunderous applause erupted from the audience. Although they didn't understand fencing, there was no doubt that Li Jiasheng's moves looked really cool!

Then, Li Jiasheng performed several more impressive fencing moves, sustaining the applause from below the stage.

At this point, Cao Guobin also nodded in approval, "Not bad, not bad!"

Hearing Cao Guobin's praise, Qiu Chenggong immediately smiled radiantly as if his tail was wagging, and sneered inwardly: Old man, let's see how long you can keep up your act!

Soon after, Li Jiasheng exited the stage, but upon descending, he realized that Hao Jian had disappeared, and he sneered, "What happened to Hao Jian? He didn't get embarrassed by my performance and leave to avoid losing face, did he?"

Che Xiaoxiao and the others remained silent, looking at Li Jiasheng as if they were staring at an idiot.

Feeling the peculiar gazes on him, Li Jiasheng also started to feel embarrassed and, with a snort, he walked away.

"Next, please welcome the student from the Chinese Medicine Hospital, Hao Yingjun, to perform a sword dance for us!"

"Pfft! Hao Yingjun? Why would someone give themselves such a name, weren't his parents a bit too self-absorbed?"

Immediately, a man wearing a bronze mask and ancient attire took the stage, holding a sword in his hand that flickered with a cold gleam.

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He stood in the center of the arena, his back as straight as a rod, and even without hearing his voice, his mere presence was enough to command respect.

"Damn it, he's even wearing a mask. Such a show-off,"

"Based on my years of experience, people who have names like Yingjun or Beautiful are usually ugly. I think he's wearing a mask so we don't have to see his ugly face. He's being considerate of us, so let's stop the trash talk!"

"He dares to compete with us in swordsmanship, he really has no shame!"

"What's there to fear? Our Li Jiasheng is more than enough to crush him!"

Students from the Business School couldn't help but mock him.

At the same time, Cao Guobin was also intently staring at the figure on the stage. He preferred the heritage of his country over Western fencing. Of course, that'd be assuming that the student on stage could surpass Li Jiasheng; otherwise, it would be nothing but self-humiliation.

Hao Jian seemed as if he didn't hear the taunts from the audience, still standing proudly. As the music began, he slowly bowed to everyone, calm and graceful, bearing the air of a great general.

Then, Hao Jian lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his toe and started drawing circles, his body moving fluidly, light and smooth.

"Whoosh."

Suddenly the sound of a sword resonated, but it wasn't the usual sound of a sword, it was louder.

"This guy is actually using a Soft Sword!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Indeed, Hao Jian was using a Soft Sword!

Our country boasts four great famous weapons, with the sword being one of them, historically honored as the "king among hundreds of blades" and "the leader among weapons." Many people practice swordsmanship to cultivate their character and temperament, and the Soft Sword is known to be the most difficult to learn within the category of swords.

Because the blade is as soft as silk and difficult to control, practitioners must concentrate their essence, energy, and spirit highly. It often requires more than twenty years of practice to master it.

Once mastered, the Soft Sword becomes a terrifying weapon. Its attacks are cunning and lethal, and with just a light flick, it can move like a viper over every inch of the opponent's body. Often it means a swift end with a throat strike, taking one's life!

"It strikes like thunder filled with rage and stops like the calm and clear light of a still river." That's what the Soft Sword is!

Cao Guobin couldn't help but lean forward with interest, closely observing Hao Jian on stage. Swordsmanship is the essence of our nation, but today, there are few who truly excel in it. He was curious to see if Hao Jian would bring something impressive.

Hao Jian performed his sword dance to the music, now gentle and elegant, now stern and sharp, and now wildly aggressive. As his sword flowed with the music, the audience felt as if they were transported to an ancient Jianghu, filled with chivalrous souls and gentle hearts.

Especially the masked man, who earlier seemed ridiculous to them, took on an aura of greatness and mystery.

Just then, Zhao Yating, who was watching excitedly from below, also made her way onto the stage, holding several bricks in her hands.

This job was supposed to be Luo Tong's, but after seeing Hao Jian's martial splendor while sword dancing, she couldn't control herself and insisted on going up to accompany Hao Jian.

Below, Che Xiaoxiao lay beside a trash can. She had been arguing with Zhao Yating about who would go on stage to accompany Hao Jian, and in the scuffle, Zhao Yating had pushed her to the ground.

At this moment, she couldn't help but curse incessantly: "All my life I've been hunting eagles, yet now an eagle has pecked my eyes, dammit!"

It had always been her bullying Zhao Yating. She never imagined that one day the tables would turn, and she would be made a fool of by Zhao Yating.

No wonder, after seeing Hao Jian's sword dance, Zhao Yating was so stunned by his charm that she nearly passed out. Whoever dared to stop her then would have a fight on their hands!

Below, Du Yuelin finally showed a smug smile, while Qiu Chenggong was dumbfounded, a bad premonition sweeping over him.

Qiu Chenggong had arranged this event to undermine the Chinese Medicine Hospital in front of Cao Guobin. But now, it seemed as though he'd trapped himself.

Originally wanting to embarrass the Chinese Medicine Hospital, he had not expected them to steal the show instead.

Hao Yingjun? When did such a student appear in the Chinese Medicine Hospital, and why hadn't he heard of him?

Wait, his surname was Hao? The same as that despicable Hao Jian? Suspicion crept into Qiu Chenggong's mind as he stared at the masked man on stage, and he froze for a moment. Could this person be Hao Jian?

Seeing Du Yuelin's unruffled demeanor, he grew more convinced of the possibility.

Because Du Yuelin had told him before that Hao Jian was capable of anything. Now, the masked man, in both height and build, seemed extremely similar to Hao Jian—it had to be him!

Thinking this, Qiu Chenggong wished he could flip the table right then and there. It was that damned Hao Jian again! Not only had he humiliated him in the Chinese Medicine Hospital before, but now he'd come knocking right at his door.

"Damn it, is this Hao Jian fated to be the bane of my life, always getting in my way?"

Seeing Zhao Yating walk onto the stage, everyone was confused, but when they saw the brick in her hand, they were dumbstruck.

"Hey, don't mess this up, I haven't had enough fun yet!" At this moment, a female student from the Business School shouted angrily, assuming Zhao Yating to be some radical from the Business School who couldn't stand Hao Jian's exceptional performance and wanted to teach him a lesson.