Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

The tall and burly figure and rugged appearance made Ruan Chuyin's eyebrows jump violently. Isn't this the lecher who has been staring at her secretly?

"Hatsune, my elder brother is here. I'll introduce you two to each other after the competition." Xiang Yunchi said excitedly.

"what!"

Ruan Chuyin opened her eyes wide in horror and looked at him in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Yunchi looked at Ruan Chuyin's expression and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Nothing... I just think he's... quite old." Ruan Chuyin made up a random sentence to get away with it.

Are you old?

Xiang Yunchi stared at Wei Shizhang, his expression frozen for a few seconds. Feeling the need to clarify, he pursed his lips and said, "Actually, it's okay. My eldest brother just looks a little more mature."

Wei Shizhang was thirty-one this year. He was still alone, even after his twenties, and Xiang Wanrong and Wei Yanli were worried that their hair had turned several gray. He had been told countless times to shave off his irritating beard, but he refused, his temper as stubborn as a rock.

His weapons are very special. They are two extremely powerful sky-breaking hammers. They are completely black and made of pure meteorite iron. They are incredibly heavy and not something that ordinary people can wield.

Yan Shanting looked at the burly man in front of him and examined him carefully.

Qingfeng Pavilion Master Wei Shizhang had won the Martial Arts Conference for five consecutive years, and his strength was self-evident. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the Flowing Light Sword.

Snowflakes floated in the air, shining like pearls in the sunlight.

As the cold wind swept across, the two big iron hammers burst out with the power to cut through the mountains and swung straight down towards Yanshan Pavilion.

The sudden attack evoked a long "dragon roar." The Flowing Light Sword instantly transformed into a white rainbow and soared into the air, meeting this powerful attack.

Two large pits pierced the ground, only two inches from the toes of Yan Shanting. The deafening roar made everyone in the audience break into a cold sweat for the Xuantian Sect's leader.

Yan Shanting exuded a strong aura of murderous intent, and he no longer held back his strength as he charged forward against the wind.

The two men's bodies were stretched out in the air, and the sound of their close combat was as loud as the neighing of iron horses.

Every time the Sky-Breaking Hammer was swung, its force was comparable to that of ten eight-star tigers pouncing at the same time, and it hit the Flowing Light Sword as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

In the battle with Yue Yixing, Yan Shanting had exhausted most of his internal energy. Now that his Dantian was depleted, the power unleashed by the hammer was too much for him to bear.

"Qingfeng Pavilion, you have no shame!" All the disciples of Xuantian Sect could no longer sit still. They all stood up and yelled at the top of their lungs.

Everyone looked at them, with an indescribable expression on their faces.

Unwilling to be outdone, the disciples of Qingfeng Pavilion retorted in unison, "Martial Arts Conferences have always been like this. If you from Xuantian Sect can't afford to lose, then don't come again."

The two factions argued fiercely, and the discussions in the venue spread like a flood that broke through the dam.

With a devastating bang, all sounds stopped abruptly.

Yan Shanting and Wei Shizhang each retreated several feet, putting some distance between them.

The snow gradually got heavier.

A few pieces of fragrant hair fluttered down and landed on the eyelashes of the two people, and a new round of confrontation began.

Ruan Chuyin stared at the stage without blinking, her pupils trembling again and again.

Qi Ruyi gently stroked his white beard and looked at Wei Shizhang with a rare shock in his eyes.

A large part of Yan Shanting's internal strength was inherited from the old leader of Xuantian Sect and several ancestors, but the internal strength of this Pavilion Master Wei was actually no less than that of a sixty-year-old, which was quite puzzling.

He looked closely at the unkempt young man, unsure of his age, but he gave him the impression that he was no older than forty.

Turn your attention back to the battlefield.

The Xuantian Sect leader fought with exceptional tenacity. Time and again, he hefted two massive hammers as heavy as Mount Tai. Cracks spread like spiderwebs beneath his feet, but his expression remained calm and resolute.

Xiang Yunchi and Yue Yixing leisurely sipped their fragrant tea, confident in their boss's strength. Wei Shizhang wasn't even using his full strength at the moment, and even if Yan Shanting's dantian were fully replenished, he wouldn't have been able to defeat him, let alone now. The competition hadn't concluded yet, presumably because the boss wanted to save some face for the Xuantian Sect.

After a cup of tea, Wei Shizhang noticed that Yan Shanting's lower body was gradually becoming weak, so he swung the final hammer heavily to end the battle.

The major sects in the audience looked at the leader of Qingfeng Pavilion in horror, realizing for the first time how terrifying his strength was.

In previous years, powerful figures like the Xuantian Sect's leader rarely appeared at martial arts conferences, so Wei Shizhang always won easily when he took the stage. Today, they finally got to fully appreciate the true strength of this Pavilion Master Wei.

Qin Guanzhi, Jiang Wenzhou and Lu Zhuoxi pursed their lips tightly. They had never expected that the leader of the world's largest sect would lose to the leader of Qingfeng Pavilion.

Through this confrontation, Qi Ruyi vaguely felt that this person's strength might be close to Fan Yu, which really surprised him.

Yan Shanting suppressed the sweet taste in his throat and returned to the table. He looked at Wei Shizhang with a deep gaze, a strong sense of unwillingness rising in his heart. If he hadn't competed with Yue Yixing before, he might not have lost to this man.

Qi Ruyi took out a Qi-nourishing pill from her bosom and handed it to Yan Shanting. After taking it, Yan Shanting's Qi and blood became much more stable, and his complexion also improved.

Wu Fei, his face filled with indignation, defended him and said, "Master, you just participated in the Ten Sects Summit last month. Your injuries haven't healed yet, and the Lingxiao Temple Master has drained most of your internal energy. Qingfeng Pavilion's victory is unfair. How shameless!"

His words also expressed Yan Shanting's thoughts, but what's the point of saying these now?

Xiang Yunchi glanced at Wu Fei and said indifferently, "Could it be that the competitions at the Ten Sects Summit Conference are all decided in one go?"

Wu Fei choked and said angrily, "Is that what I meant?"

"Oh? That's not what you mean? Then your clan leader, you better think twice before returning to the martial arts conference. Don't go into battle injured again, and then accuse others of unfair victory if you lose." How could Xiang Yunchi never find the people from the world's number one sect so effeminate? Who doesn't have some injuries when they're in the martial arts world? He spoke as if his elder brother had no injuries.

"Awu, what the Honorable Lord said is right. If you lose, you lose. Don't say more." Yan Shanting stopped the disciple unhappily and decided in his heart to meet the Pavilion Master of Qingfeng Pavilion again at the end of next year.

The place suddenly became lively, and many sect leaders stood up to congratulate Wei Shizhang.

Just as the emcee was about to announce the winner, a figure in white descended from the sky, like a banished immortal, shocking the entire audience.

His handsome face and elegant temperament seemed so unfamiliar to everyone.

It was not until countless pairs of eyes fell on the two dogwood fruits hanging around his waist that they realized his identity.