The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

Another highlight of the Hundred Nations Exchange Conference is the martial arts competition.

Liu Yaoyao thought that Wenbi was a group of skinny people who wore long gowns, stroked their beards, shook their heads and talked a lot of nonsense.

The martial arts competition involves shirtless wrestling by muscular men.

Unexpectedly, Wenbi showed up with two girls, her and Liu Jingshu.

On the martial arts competition field, two handsome young men, Ling Chenyu and Ling Jinhan, appeared.

When Liu Jingshu and Liu Yaoyao arrived at the arena one after another, the competition between Ling Chenyu and Ling Jinhan was reaching its climax.

Liu Yaoyao stood at the edge of the arena, her eyes wide open with curiosity and disbelief.

The little theater in my heart has already played out 800 episodes of "Muscle Men's Battle".

As a result, the scene before her eyes was like an old script in which she was suddenly hit by an alien spacecraft, completely rewriting her cognitive universe.

"Oh my god, did you get the wrong script? Where's the wrestling battle? Why did it become 'Young Master, Unparalleled, Sword Pointing to the Sky'?"

Liu Yaoyao muttered to herself, the corners of her mouth rising unconsciously. Obviously, this unexpected "beauty feast" was much more interesting than she had expected.

Ling Chenyu, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, holding a long sword with the tip of the sword lightly tapping, his figure graceful, like an immortal walking out of an ink painting.

Ling Jinhan, on the other hand, was wrapped in a blue robe, with an unruly and cold look between his brows.

The two of them fought back and forth, with swords flashing like weaving, which was dazzling to watch, but it was also a different kind of visual enjoyment.

"Yaoyao, do you think these two young masters have secretly practiced the Sunflower Manual? How come they are more graceful than women and have superior swordsmanship?"

Liu Jingshu covered her mouth and giggled, then spoke to Liu Yaoyao in a low voice, her eyes full of teasing and excitement.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yaoyao rolled her eyes and shook her head in a serious tone.

"No, no, this is 'Young Master is unparalleled in the world, sword dance shines like the sun'. It must be a natural talent, coupled with hard work and practice, to reach this level."

Just as the two were enjoying the verbal battle, the situation on the arena suddenly changed.

Ling Chenyu's sword was like a dragon, cutting through the sky and heading straight for Ling Jinhan's face.

But he moved to the side and dodged it easily.

He swung the sword back in a playful manner, and the tip of the sword lightly touched Ling Chenyu's sword.

The two swords collided, making clear and pleasant sounds, as if it was a harmonious conversation between ancient musical instruments.

"Wow, this isn't a martial arts competition, it's clearly a double sword dance!"

Liu Yaoyao couldn't help but exclaimed, causing laughter from the audience around her.

Even the masters who were originally watching with bated breath could not help but smile.

This competition seemed to be gradually evolving into a unique performance.

"It seems that we need to redefine 'martial arts competition'."

Liu Jingshu was laughing so hard that her body was shaking, and she held Liu Yaoyao's hand in a hypocritical manner.

The two seemed to have forgotten that this was a serious competition and were completely immersed in this unexpected surprise.

Ling Chenyu and Ling Jinhan also seemed to feel the relaxation and joy coming from the sidelines.

There was a bit more banter and tacit understanding between the sword moves, and less tit-for-tat tension.

In the end, the two men smiled at each other and sheathed their swords at the same time, winning the "alternative victory" of the competition in an unprecedented way.

"Today's battle is neither a win nor a loss. It is a testament to our spiritual connection and the resonance of our swordsmanship."

Ling Chenyu announced in a gentle and elegant manner, drawing thunderous applause and cheers from the audience.

Liu Yaoyao and Liu Jingshu secretly murmured in their hearts that this exchange conference of 100 countries was destined to become one of the most unforgettable memories of their lives.

The "sword dance" between Ling Chenyu and Ling Jinhan added a highlight to this journey, leaving people with endless aftertaste.

On the stage, fists whistled, and every blow seemed to shake the heaven and earth. Sweat and dirt intertwined, painting a picture of strength and beauty.

But behind this excitement, there is a dark secret.

Offstage, a grand gamble even more thrilling than that on stage is quietly taking place.

"Hey, Lao Li, you're betting on the King of Cold this time? Aren't you afraid that he'll do another 'fall to the ground and fake an injury to win the championship' trick?"

A big bearded man was playing with a pair of dice, his eyes fixed on the young boxer on the stage who looked frail but was actually harboring murderous intent, and he joked to his friend beside him.

"Go away, what do you know? That's called strategy! Besides, I've done my homework this time. I heard that there's a mysterious master behind King Han, so I'm going to get serious this time."

Old Li looked very proud, as if he had already foreseen a future with a bulging wallet.

"Haha, Lao Li, Lao Li, your gambling addiction is stronger than the fists on the stage. But then again, my handicap is full of bets on that 'Undefeated God of War', so just wait and cry!"

The other person was not willing to be outdone, and the atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became tense, as if even the air was filled with gunpowder.

However, there are far more participants in this gamble than just the two of them.

From gorgeously dressed nobles to ragged civilians, from shrewd and cunning businessmen to hidden martial arts masters, all play their own roles in this gambling game.

Some people do it for excitement, some do it for profit, and some do it to find the passion and pleasure that is hard to find in ordinary life.

As the competition progressed, the situation on the stage became increasingly stalemate.

Every collision of sword tips touched the hearts of everyone in the audience.

And this grand gamble was pushed to its climax in this tense and exciting atmosphere.

Just when everyone thought the winner was about to be revealed, an unexpected scene happened on the stage.

The two suddenly stopped, smiled at each other, and actually walked down the stage hand in hand, announcing that peace was the most important thing, and jointly gave up the competition.

"What? This... How is this possible!?"

The audience was in an uproar. Some exclaimed, some were annoyed, and more stared with their eyes wide open in disbelief.