Chapter 147 Arrogant Wager

Little Yun realized his arm had just brushed against Bai Xuehua’s bodice, which explained why it had felt so soft. He was about to call out "Sister Xue," but seeing that she was dressed as a young gentleman, he quickly checked himself and stayed silent.

By this time, everyone else had noticed the peerless gentleman in white. As she entered, all eyes lit up. *Ah! How could there be such a breathtakingly handsome young man in this world?* Hua Sanxiao and Zhao Wuzong fell far short of comparison.

Even Feng Qingwu, the young lady of the Feng family, felt a stir in her heart. She thought to herself that she had always believed Young Master Hua to be the most remarkably handsome man in the jianghu, but she never imagined there could be someone so stunningly beautiful in the world.

Looking at her ethereal and peerless face, even an ordinary beauty might not possess such captivating charm. Furthermore, her upright posture and the cold gleam in her eyes stripped away any trace of feminine powder and affectation, replacing it with a touch of heroic vigor and fortitude.

Love at first sight, adoration at second glance. Even the notoriously proud Feng Qingwu fell in love at first sight with this peerless young gentleman.

In fact, it was not just Feng Qingwu; women like Taohua were instantly captivated, and even men like Hua Sanxiao felt their hearts flutter. Yet, it seemed bizarre that they had never once heard of such an outstanding man.

Bai Xuehua gave Little Yun a subtle glance, signaling him to pretend they didn't know each other. She then set him down, and Little Yun hurriedly said, "Thank you, young master."

Bai Xuehua smiled and replied, "You're welcome." Turning to Feng Piaopiao, she asked, "May I participate in the martial arts competition to win the maiden's hand?"

Seeing how extraordinary she was, Feng Piaopiao nodded hastily and said, "Of course, young master, if you wish to participate."

Noticing her light and effortless footwork, Feng Piaopiao knew instantly that her martial arts attainments were exceptionally high. However, he could not gauge just how profound her skills truly were, so he did not require Bai Xuehua to pass the initial test.

Bai Xuehua smiled and said, "Since today is the Feng family's martial arts competition for marriage, the first order of business should naturally be about martial prowess. Let us simply begin with the bouts!"

Everyone thought that if this gentleman, blessed with such peerless demeanor and appearance, also possessed top-tier martial arts, she would undoubtedly make the finest son-in-law for the Feng family.

However, among those present, Lu Badi, Hua Sanxiao, and Zhao Wuzong were the most formidable young martial artists in the jianghu. Hua Sanxiao and Zhao Wuzong, in particular, were famously known across the rivers and lakes as "Three-Stroke Hua of the South" and "Trace-less Zhao of the North."

Hua Sanxiao’s jianghu moniker was "Hua the Three-Stroke," signifying that he had never needed more than three strokes to defeat any opponent.

Zhao Wuzong’s jianghu title was "Hard to Find Among Men," implying that his movement techniques were utterly eerie and bizarre; adversaries often failed to catch even a glimpse of his figure. The two supreme techniques of the Shadowless Manor were its uncanny swordplay and its uncanny lightness skills.

Although Lu Badi could not match Hua and Zhao in lightness skills, his hard qigong was first-rate, particularly his Overlord Spear.

Feng Piaopiao asked the four of them, "How do the four young masters wish to conduct the bouts? Shall we divide into two pairs, with the victors fighting each other?"

Lu Badi laughed and said, "Naturally. I shall spar with this handsome young gentleman."

Though rough in nature, Lu Badi was far from foolish. Knowing that the martial arts of both Hua and Zhao were immensely powerful and that winning against them would be no easy feat, he chose to target Bai Xuehua.

Although he figured that this nameless youth's martial arts should also be quite good, he had never once heard of him in the jianghu, leading him to assume that this person's skills could not possibly surpass those of Hua and Zhao. Thus, he desperately hoped to duel the gentleman in white.

Lu Badi entertained such thoughts, and the two men Hua and Zhao harbored identical notions. Although neither of them was willing to yield to the other and both yearned for a proper chance to test their mettle, they were equally terrified of the prospect of losing. To suffer defeat before such a vast crowd would be utterly humiliating. Consequently, both Hua Sanxiao and Zhao Wuzong wore expressions of disapproval.

At that moment, Feng Qingwu suddenly spoke up, "How about this: let the nameless young master spar with Young Master Hua, and cousin, you can match wits with Young Hero Zhao. How does that sound? If this arrangement is unacceptable, we can only resort to drawing lots."

Ordinarily, it was not appropriate for Feng Qingwu to intervene and speak out, but she had grown fond of this gentleman in white. She reasoned that Hua Sanxiao's martial arts leaned toward the softer, more flowing styles, which meant less risk for the peerless youth in white. In truth, however, a sense of annoyance had unknowingly taken root in her heart; she thought to herself that despite all her past arrogance, she had never claimed to defeat opponents in three strokes like "Hua the Three-Stroke," yet this person appeared even more arrogant than herself.

Zhao Wuzong felt a vague sense of familiarity about this person, but for the moment, he could not recall where he might have seen him. Because Bai Xuehua was disguised as a man, it did not cross his mind.

Lu Badi was even more enraged. To think someone could be so wild and reckless—even if the three of them joined forces, they might not necessarily defeat Zhao Wuying, the foremost expert in the jianghu.

Bai Xuehua's arrogant proposition of a wager compelled even Wu Buzhi to study her closely... while Feng Yehong and Lu Baisheng were left utterly dumbfounded!

This young gentleman was not only unrivaled in appearance and bearing, but the sheer boldness of his words was also the most magnificent under heaven.

Not only was Feng Qingwu completely infatuated with her by now, but even the young girl Mo Youchou thought to herself, "Even if such an outstanding gentleman were to lose against the combined forces of the three of them, I would still willingly give him my heart."