Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Chapter 518: Chapter 199: The Final Victor

”Dude, don’t you feel embarrassed with those words sprayed on your T-shirt?”

Su Yue didn’t return to the West Martial Waiting Area but instead sat directly next to Bai Xiaolong.

Bai Xiaolong helped Su Yue sit down and immediately asked.

”Nonsense, of course, it’s embarrassing. No idea how others will judge me.”

Su Yue sat down, rubbing his arms.

Damn, almost broke.

”Then why bother? You could have worn him out a bit and left. Anyways, Mu Cheng is no match for Meng Yang.”

Bai Xiaolong continued.

”What do you know? This is a tactic, giving Meng Yang a psychological hint.

”Hints given verbally are easily forgotten. Having words sprayed on a T-shirt, not everyone would do it, so it’ll leave a deep impression on Meng Yang and constantly remind him.

”Because of these few words, he might hesitate and be indecisive, which gives Mu Cheng a slight chance.

”I have no choice. Facing Mu Cheng, theoretically, Meng Yang will do all he can to defeat Mu Cheng quickly.

”But the more anxious his mindset, the more prone he is to make mistakes, possibly exposing flaws. It all depends on whether Mu Cheng can seize the opportunity.

”Even if it doesn’t have much effect, I had to give it a try.”

Su Yue let out a deep sigh.

He really did his best.

Bai Xiaolong fell silent and simultaneously admired Su Yue’s deep scheming.

Perhaps Meng Yang would really fall for it.

”I’ve analyzed Meng Yang’s personality.

”To defeat you, he devoted himself to relentless hard training for four years, so he must be extremely proud inside.

”When he came to West Martial, he defeated you in public, which put Meng Yang on a pedestal, at least at this stage, he is already a god at Wuda.

”But as someone constantly under scrutiny, being the War God, failing to knock me out with one punch during a fight against a freshman actually means he has already lost. Yet, I repeatedly strategized against him, leaving him in a precarious position.

”Meng Yang’s mentality is disturbed, and he can’t help but feel that way.

”In the eyes of Wuda Students, Meng Yang is the true god. However, stepping out of Wuda, to many, Meng Yang is just a tiny ant.

”He was elevated to godhood by the Wuda Students but also lost his tolerance for mistakes. Meng Yang is merely a slightly stronger Martial Artist in Qi Blood; he has all the shortcomings of an ordinary person.”

Su Yue suddenly chuckled.

”A psychological strike, you’re quite vicious, kid.

”You’re cursing Meng Yang, but indeed, he is petty-minded. Your method might be somewhat effective.”

Bai Xiaolong looked thoughtfully at Su Yue.

Where did this guy learn these terrifying tricks?

”I studied all night to deal with Meng Yang.

”Compared to Feng Jiajia, full of weaknesses, Meng Yang is truly god-like; no team stands a chance.

”Without a chance, you must create one, even if it’s slight, regardless of the cost.

”This is the arena; the sole objective is to win.

”And Meng Yang’s only flaw is being too concerned about face and reputation.”

Su Yue looked towards the ring.

Under the referee’s supervision, the match began.

”Hey, Su Yue, do you know which type of Martial Artist is the most terrifying?”

Bai Xiaolong suddenly asked.

”Hmm?”

Su Yue was puzzled.

”A shameless Martial Artist is truly invincible.

”Actually, you’re not wrong. Meng Yang cares too much about his dignity.”

Bai Xiaolong also gazed at the ring.

He suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for Meng Yang.

If you win, it lacks glory.

If you lose, you become a stepping stone for the young.

Caught in a dilemma, it’s difficult to advance.

Reputation has indeed become a shackle.

Now, being infuriated by Su Yue, how could your mentality not be affected?

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The final showdown began.

Everyone watched Mu Cheng and Meng Yang intently.

Sure enough, the mindset of most of the audience had changed.

Su Yue fought against Meng Yang.

It was almost like slaying a god.

Yet, he exhausted Meng Yang so thoroughly that now Mu Cheng takes over to continue the god-slaying.

What the masses love most is elevating a god with their own hands and then... watching that god being slain.

That’s the most exciting plotline.

Before, people viewed Meng Yang with admiration and fervor, akin to looking at a Wuda leader.

But now.

Their gazes changed.

Now, when they look at Meng Yang, there is anticipation — anticipation of the god-slaying performance, hoping Meng Yang will fail, longing for this reversal to be realized.

Empathy for the underdog is a human commonality.

As a god-like figure, tackling Su Yue is bullying from a high ground for Meng Yang.

The shifting gazes from the crowd were clear to Meng Yang.

This enormous psychological gap evokes a gut-wrenching sense of betrayal.

Especially for the young.

Especially for someone proud like Meng Yang.

He is more concerned about how others view him.

”Is Su Yue’s little ploy trying to distract me?

”It’s purely wishful thinking; I won’t hold back again.”

Crackle.

Lightning enveloped Meng Yang’s fists; his expression darkened.

If he dares to take it lightly again, he might really stumble.

The cheers from all around have turned into chants for West Martial’s success and for Mu Cheng’s victory.

All are eagerly awaiting the successful god-slaying by West Martial.

Plus, those lines from Su Yue keep ringing in his mind, Meng Yang was restless; the more he tried to forget those taunts, the clearer they became.

”Once you mention this phrase, you’ve already been distracted by Su Yue.