One-Sided Wishful Thinking

Peach could not help saying to Qu Buping, "Did you see that? Such arrogance in a young master is truly captivating."

Rubbing his sore backside from the earlier fall, Qu Buping retorted angrily, "You old hag, you always favor handsome young masters. When he does it, you call it arrogance, but when we do it, you call it bragging."

Feng Qingwu assumed that Bai Xuehua's words were intended to prompt her own hand in marriage. Although she was more than willing a hundred times over, since this concerned her lifelong marriage, she still sought her parents' counsel.

Although Feng Yehong and his wife felt the young man in white was somewhat arrogant, if he could genuinely defeat all three of them, such an exceptional son-in-law would indeed be impossible to find anywhere under heaven. Thus, they nodded in agreement.

Having already become infatuated with Bai Xuehua, who was disguised as a man, Feng Qingwu spoke up in her favor, saying, "Very well, Cousin, you shall fight this young master first. Take turns one by one! Let us not have a chaotic brawl."

To be honest, Feng Qingwu did not believe for a moment that a single person could defeat the three of them combined. Therefore, by helping Bai Xuehua, taking the matches one by one would make defeat much easier to achieve.

Bai Xuehua smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Miss Feng. Taking them on one by one would be far too much of a waste of time. The three of you should attack together! However, Miss Feng, since we made our wager before all these people under heaven, neither of you nor I can go back on our word. If I defeat the three of them combined, you must agree to become my maidservant. Likewise, if I lose, I shall obey your every command... Do you agree?"

Feng Qingwu's heart was already fluttering with opportunity.

Originally, Bai Xuehua was fully capable of defeating the trio of Hua, Zhao, and Lu, but doing so would require her to unleash all her ultimate techniques. Anyone watching closely—such as Lu Baisheng and Feng Yehong—would then discern the origin of her martial arts.

Now that Lu Badi was stepping forward alone, defeating him would be much easier, and she could conceal more than half of her true strength, ensuring that no one could trace the roots of her martial arts.

With a flick of Lu Badi's Overlord Spear, the spearhead blossomed like a chrysanthemum, thrusting straight toward Bai Xuehua with a move titled "Autumn Chrysanthemums."

Upon seeing this, Hua Sanxiao and Zhao Wuzong thought to themselves that this move was indeed formidable. Dealing with it would be no easy task for them either, though not entirely beyond their ability to handle.

When Bai Xuehua saw the move, although she had numerous ways to counter it, she did not strike immediately. Instead, she retreated in a fluster, feigning a helpless and disheveled escape as if she had no means to break the attack.

The onlookers muttered amongst themselves, thinking that this fellow was indeed just boasting and that his martial arts were not exceptionally high after all. Yet this was hardly surprising; Lu Badi's Overlord Spear was truly formidable, and the vast majority of people present would have no way to dodge it. The fact that he could evade it at all was already quite remarkable.

Seeing his panicked retreat, Lu Badi assumed the other's martial arts amounted to little and consequently let down his guard. Nevertheless, his second strike, "Plum Blossom Thorn," still thrust forward fiercely and without mercy. Bai Xuehua continued to put on an act of being barely able to dodge, evading in a disheveled flurry at the very last fraction of a second.

Seeing the terrifying ferocity of Lu Badi's spearplay, the crowd broke out in a cold sweat for the peerless young master. Feng Qingwu felt even more anxious; although the young man in white was somewhat arrogant and overbearing, the thought of him being injured under her cousin's spear filled her with unbearable reluctance.

As for Hua Sanxiao and Zhao Wuzong, they thought to themselves that despite the young man's grand words, his martial arts were mediocre at best. If it came to their turn to face him, they would surely make him suffer utter humiliation.

Qu Buping could not help saying to Peach, "Stinking hag, did you see that? She usually maintains the utmost composure, yet she had to bite her tongue hard to bear it."

Her maid, Chunyan, could not refrain from crying out, "Young master, be careful!" Although Chunyan did not name anyone specifically, everyone present knew she was reminding that peerless young master. A young maiden's heart is fickle indeed; it seemed the silver Lu Badi had given her earlier had failed to buy any loyalty.