Chapter 142

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Ye Wushuang smiled and said, “Whether I am shameless or not has absolutely nothing to do with you.”
“Instead, you call me outrageous. Do you think that just because you struck twelve beats and received the rating of a peerless talent, you are truly unmatched?”
Ye Wushuang sneered, “Qin Hao, dare you take a bet with me, this so-called outrageous person?”
“If I can strike more than twelve beats, I don’t ask you to do anything. Just slap Yun Qingyue.”
“If I don’t surpass twelve beats, then right here, in front of everyone, you can kill me, Ye Wushuang.”
“Dare you?”
Suddenly, Ye Wushuang’s smile faded, and he said indifferently, “If you dare, then let’s go ahead. If you don’t dare, then shut your stinking mouth and stop showing off in front of me again and again!”
“Every word and deed of mine is my own business. What does it have to do with you, Qin Hao? It’s none of your business to criticize me!”
At this moment, on the main platform, Elder Tang Chuyi said with a smile, “Good lad, you’ve got some temper. I like that.”
Beside him, Murong Ying and Baiyi exchanged glances and both let out a wry smile. Tang Chuyi wasn’t really appreciating Ye Wushuang’s temper; he was just delighted to see Ye Wushuang confront Qin Hao.
“Brother Hao…” Yun Qingyue reached out and grabbed Qin Hao’s sleeve, looking up at him with a fearful and pitiful expression.
Qin Hao clenched his fists tightly and said nothing.
“Don’t dare to accept, huh?”
Ye Wushuang said again, “Then start shutting up from now on, Qin… peerless talent!”
At this moment, everyone around was somewhat stunned.
Was this… really Ye Wushuang from the Ye family?
The Ye family was quite well-known in Liuyue City, and Ye Wushuang had become infamous after being expelled from the Yun family, of course, all for bad reasons.
But today, the backbone Ye Wushuang showed completely overturned everyone’s impression of him.
“Qingyue!”
Qin Hao said coldly at this moment, “Do you think he can surpass me?”
“Of course not!” Yun Qingyue replied immediately.
“Good.”
Qin Hao took a step forward and said, “Everyone, watch closely. This is a challenge from Ye Wushuang, and I, Qin Hao, accept it!”
Upon hearing this, Yun Qingyue’s face changed instantly.
It wasn’t that she thought Ye Wushuang could strike twelve beats; it was just that Qin Hao, for the sake of pride, actually accepted.
After all, Ye Wushuang had said that if he surpassed twelve beats, Qin Hao would have to slap her.
No matter what, Yun Qingyue didn’t feel good about it at this moment.
A smile curved on Ye Wushuang’s lips.
Accepted?
Alright!
“Yun Qingyue, it seems your second future husband doesn’t care about you much!”
In the next moment, Ye Wushuang took a step forward, walked to the strength-measuring drum, clenched his hand into a fist, and delivered a powerful punch.
Thud thud thud… Thud thud thud… Thud thud thud…
Nine beats resounded almost instantaneously.
At this moment, many people were left speechless.
In most people’s eyes, Ye Wushuang might not even be able to strike nine beats.
But…
Thud!!!
The tenth beat sounded again.
Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Could it be…
Thud!!!
The eleventh beat rang out once more.
Thud!!!
Twelve beats had already spread.
Ye Wushuang had elicited twelve beats, which was the same as Qin Hao, the peerless talent.
If another… beat were to sound, then Ye Wushuang would have surpassed Qin Hao!
Thud thud thud…
However, before everyone could react, three beats suddenly resounded from within the drum.
Fifteen beats!!!
In an instant, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
At this moment, Qin Hao’s face turned ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug into his flesh.
Fifteen beats! How could this be!
Under the deathly silence, the disciple in charge of recording the assessment results finally came to his senses, gripped his pen, and began to speak, “Ye Wushuang, fifteen beats, rated as…”
Thud…
But before he could finish his sentence, another beat echoed loudly.
At this point, everyone even began to doubt their own hearing.
Thud… Thud…
However, it was not over yet.
Two more beats resounded throughout the martial arena.
Eighteen beats!
For a long while, the martial arena remained utterly silent.
Elder Tang Chuyi, Mentor Murong Ying, and Mentor Baiyi, without realizing it, had also stood up in astonishment, their faces filled with disbelief as they looked at Ye Wushuang in the center of the arena.