"Jiang Ang ranks third among the students of the Weiyang Academy, and he's at the early stage of the Spirit Emperor realm. Is Xuanyang really alright?"
An elder from a brother academy asked with concern.
Song Wei Qian was also unsure and turned her gaze to Ji Mo, wanting to know his opinion.
Ji Mo said dismissively, "What's there to worry about? As long as it's male, no, as long as it's male, it's destined to not escape Xuanyang baby's clutches."
Ji Mo felt that Xuanyang was a killer of straight men, and the opponent, Jiang Ang, was exuding a straight-man aura, destined for a bad end.
This answer surprised the elders from the surrounding brother academies. They wondered, could Xuanyang possess some divine ability specifically against men?
On the battle stage.
The referee signaled the start of the match.
Neither side made a move immediately; they were exchanging greetings.
"You sissy, don't think about using any low-class evil arts on me to seduce me. I will never be interested in you."
Jiang Ang was the first to state his position, to avoid gossip.
He cherished his reputation and didn't want to end up like Cao Dabiao.
"I'll use evil arts? Seduce you?"
Xuanyang jumped up in anger, pointing at Jiang Ang's nose and cursing, "Why are you so shameless, just like Du Mu Bai? Who do you think you are? Go take a piss and look at yourself, how dare you say such things?"
Jiang Ang's face immediately turned green, and he angrily retorted, "Why are you speaking so nastily, like a shrew scolding in the street? Are you even a man?"
Xuanyang narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint appearing in them. Jiang Ang had first called him a sissy, and then said he wasn't a man and acted like a shrew, thoroughly enraging him.
He, Xuanyang, was a man of iron and blood, a true man whose arms could pull a carriage, how could he be slandered like this?
Instantly, the two found each other extremely displeasing, their angry gazes crossing, as if sparks were flying in the air.
"Surrender. I know you possess a special bloodline, but I do too. You're only at the late stage of the Spirit Saint realm, why are you fighting me?"
Jiang Ang intended to subdue his opponent without a fight. After all, bullying a Saint realm cultivator with Emperor realm strength, even if he won, wouldn't be glorious. It would be best if the opponent surrendered wisely.
"You're only at the early stage of the Emperor realm, what's there to be proud of? Fighting you is like me beating my son."
Xuanyang showed no fear. As a prodigy, he was bound to fight against higher realms and win.
The opponent possessed a special bloodline and was at a higher realm than him. This was even better; defeating him would be more convincing.
In fact, the trash talk before the fight, which many people would consider undignified, was actually very necessary.
The words, though seemingly meaningless, were in fact an intangible psychological battle.
Jiang Ang was under pressure and wanted to find a flaw in Xuanyang, hence his provocative words.
Xuanyang, on the other hand, had fewer ulterior motives; he simply wanted to curse.
In the verbal confrontation, Jiang Ang was clearly outmatched, his face turning even greener with anger.
"Like me beating my son?"
This sentence clearly implied he was taking advantage of him.
He couldn't stand it.
"Sissy, I'm going to kill you!"
Jiang Ang roared, his body erupting with a crimson halo, directly activating his bloodline power.
He sprang forward, turning into a stream of light, his powerful fist bursting with brilliant radiance, striking towards Xuanyang.
Boom!
A deep pit appeared out of nowhere on the ground, and a large amount of gravel splashed in all directions.
The force of this punch was truly astonishing. If one were hit, they would likely be smashed into a pulp.
However, Xuanyang's figure was nowhere to be seen, having apparently dodged the attack.
"You have a venomous heart, more wicked than a woman's, and your attacks are so ruthless!"
Xuanyang's voice echoed in the air.
It turned out he had already dodged into the air, easily evading the blow.
Many Emperor realm powerhouses around were surprised, as Xuanyang's movements were incredibly fast, and even they could only catch a fleeting glimpse of an afterimage.
Jiang Ang gritted his teeth and propelled himself into the sky.
However, he still missed.
"Why are you hiding like a coward? If you're a man, come and fight me hand-to-hand."
Xuanyang's voice sounded again; he had returned to the battle stage.
Du Mu Bai, watching the match, became serious. Based on the previous matches, Xuanyang's movement techniques were not this fast.
This was far beyond his expectations.
Either Xuanyang had been deliberately holding back his strength, or his special bloodline was extraordinary, possibly a rare and powerful one.
Special bloodlines and special physiques also had different grades.
Although Jiang Ang also possessed a special bloodline, it was ordinary. Facing Xuanyang now, he was clearly suppressed, indicating that Xuanyang's special bloodline was more advanced.
"Why are you dodging? If you're a man, come and fight me in close combat."
Jiang Ang roared angrily. He couldn't even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes, which made him somewhat embarrassed.
"Although I know this is a clumsy provocation, I'll indulge you and let you know what a true man is."
Xuanyang's long hair fluttered, his face flawless. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing arms whiter than a woman's, and chose to confront him head-on.
Jiang Ang furiously stimulated his bloodline power, his entire body glowing, with blood-colored halos emanating from him and encircling his body.
He was like a dozen high-powered electric heaters, radiating brilliance, his dazzling aura blinding.
At the same time, his body emitted a terrifying heat. Wherever he stepped, the rocks began to emit smoke.
Jiang Ang was incredibly imposing, acting like a god or demon with every movement, exuding an overwhelming aura of supreme dominance.
A hint of seriousness appeared on Xuanyang's face. After all, his opponent was in the Spirit Emperor realm, and his own realm was much lower, putting him at a disadvantage.
He put away his flippant attitude and began to stimulate his own bloodline power.
Xuanyang's body was enveloped in a pink mist, which condensed into a pink orb behind him. Mysterious runes flickered incessantly, and his entire demeanor underwent a drastic change.
"With this commotion, could it be a magical girl transformation?"
Ji Mo's eyes widened in curiosity. He felt that Xuanyang was becoming unusual and feared he might suddenly exclaim, "In the name of the moon, I shall punish you!"
After fully activating his bloodline power, Xuanyang became even more radiant and captivating.
His skin flowed with a pure white luminescence, so tender it seemed like water could be squeezed out. His features became more refined, and every smile and glance was filled with a thousand charms.
"Holy crap, it feels like the sun is rising in the east, and I am invincible! This little appearance is even more attractive, more lovable!"
Ji Mo marveled, realizing that Xuanyang was irrecoverably on the path of being a "girly boy."
Jiang Ang's pupils dilated uncontrollably, his breathing quickened, and his heart inexplicably accelerated. He began to feel overwhelmed.
"Impossible, how can I be attracted to a man?"
Jiang Ang gritted his teeth, a sense of shame growing in his heart.
He then desperately suppressed the strange thoughts and forced himself to attack.
Bang!
The two figures collided fiercely.