Genius in the whole system: The useless young lady dominates the world

Lu Lingxi Yao's gaze gently fell on Li Zixu. In her vision, Li Zixu's figure carried a halo that was somewhat vague in the original owner's memories—a young genius. This label, like a dazzling star, quietly surrounded him, making him on par with Lin Chujie.

In the original owner's memories, the fragments about Li Zixu were few and scattered, like shooting stars that occasionally twinkled in the night sky, making it difficult to capture his full picture.

Li Zixu has a handsome face, and his brows reveal a composure beyond his years, as if he could always unravel the complexities of the ordinary and see the truth of the world.

However, the blank memory regarding his character left Lu Lingxi with a sense of regret, wondering what kind of true soul lay hidden beneath the halo of genius.

Lin Chujie's eyes suddenly narrowed, his lips pressed tightly together, and he uttered not another word.

Suddenly, his figure pounced on Li Zixu like a ghost, every move and every stance containing deadly intent.

Li Zixu, with his extraordinary agility and superb martial arts skills, struggled to contend with him.

After an unknown amount of time, the duel had reached a fever pitch. The two figures clashed, their fists whistling through the air, their evenly matched strength a sight to behold.

The battle had been going on for a long time, and Lin Chujie was losing patience. He turned slightly, and the originally sharp sword tip, like a dragon emerging from the sea, suddenly changed its trajectory. Instead of aiming directly at the opponent's vitals, it stabbed at Li Zixu at a strange angle with lightning speed.

This sudden change of tactics caught everyone off guard. The sword light streaked across the sky like a cold star, carrying a formidable killing intent.

Li Zixu's reaction was unexpectedly swift. A glint flashed in his eyes, and without moving an inch, he had already raised his sword and held it horizontally in front of his chest, the blade emitting a slight hum.

The sword tips briefly met in mid-air, sparks flying, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by this force, producing a faint cracking sound.

Just as everyone thought a fierce battle was about to unfold, Lin Chujie exuded a chilling killing intent. A cold smile appeared on his lips, and his gaze became exceptionally ruthless, locking onto Li Zixu's chest, one of the most vulnerable parts of a martial artist.

Today, on this arena that has witnessed the rise and fall of countless heroes, he vows to prove himself—within Guiyun City, the title of young martial arts prodigy can only belong to him.

A powerful force had been secretly gathering in his right palm. This force churned in his palm, emitting a faint yellow light and exuding a formidable pressure.

At this critical moment, Lin Chujie suddenly shouted and thrust out his right palm. The martial power that had been accumulating for a long time instantly erupted, turning into a sharp palm wind, accompanied by a booming sound, and rushed straight towards Li Zixu's chest.

This sudden attack caused everyone present to turn pale and hold their breath in tension, awaiting the final outcome of this life-or-death struggle.

Lu Lingxi stood in the crowd, her lips tightly pressed together, her gaze sharp and fixed on the two figures. She thought to herself, "Lin Chujie dared to kill someone on the stage; he's truly ruthless."

All eyes were focused on the arena where Lin Chujie and Li Zixu were. The powerful figures either sneered or shook their heads, but none of them were willing to interfere with this fateful duel.

On the fighting stage, life and death are determined by fate; this has been an unchanging rule since ancient times and is the highest respect for the dignity of martial artists.

Li Zixu's father, Li Mo, a middle-aged man with a resolute face and piercing eyes, stood tall at the forefront of the podium.

His gaze was like two invisible swords, fixed on the figures fiercely clashing on the arena. His hands gripped the cold railing beside him tightly, his fingertips turning slightly white from the excessive force. In his palms, there seemed to be a faint spiritual energy flowing, ready to erupt at any moment to protect what was more important than any rule—his son.

Li Zixu, a martial arts prodigy on par with Lin Chujie, also stood firm at this moment. Facing Lin Chujie's overwhelming killing intent, there was no sign of retreat in his eyes, only an even more determined belief.

He knew that today's battle was unavoidable, and only by fighting to the death could he prove his path.

In that split second, facing this sudden turn of events, Li Zixu reacted swiftly, quickly conjuring a dazzling yellow shield in front of his chest, which blocked Lin Chujie's potentially fatal blow.

Even so, the powerful force of the palm strike still caused Li Zixu's body to tremble violently, and he staggered back several steps, each step seemingly exhausting his last bit of strength.

Finally, to everyone's astonishment, Li Zixu's feet left the ring, marking the end of the battle.

Lin Chujie won this victory.

Below the arena, Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, a complex emotion flashing across them.

He didn't step forward immediately, but stood quietly in place, his eyes filled with pride in his son's perseverance, as well as resentment and helplessness at the outcome.

More importantly, his son has proven his strength and courage. He believes that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles he encounters in the future, he will continue to support and protect Li Zixu, because in his heart, his son's safety and growth will always be above all rules.

On the stage, Lin Chujie stared at Li Zixu, whom he had defeated and who was slowly getting up. A faint, cold smile appeared on his lips as he thought to himself: "Today's battle was a relief for you, Li Zixu. If we meet again, I will not give you a chance to breathe. The outcome will be a foregone conclusion."

Standing in the crowd, Lu Lingxiyao cast a complicated glance at the defeated contestant, Li Zixu, and sighed inwardly, "Alas! The strength was evenly matched, but unfortunately Li Zixu lost because of his lack of decisiveness. You know, in this cruel world, sometimes it is the desire for victory and the ruthlessness to disregard everything that determines who will have the last laugh."