The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

Upon hearing this, a hint of admiration flashed in Sikong Shu's eyes.

Sikong Jin, now a subordinate, dared to challenge Liu Zhang, thus saving face for the Sikong Mansion, which had just been somewhat embarrassed. He didn't even glance at Wang Bo or bother with him, demonstrating magnanimity. Furthermore, by challenging him as the Third Young Master of the Sikong family, he eliminated the possibility of Liu Zhang bringing up his status, and to a certain extent, he shifted the focus of Ji Wuge's attention to himself. Otherwise, Ji Wuge would have inevitably been summoned to the Judicial Gate for tea today.

Meeting the gentle yet strange gaze cast by Sikong Jin, Liu Zhang remained remarkably calm and pondered for a moment. Then, he slowly curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Since Young Master Sikong is so eager to fight, it would be disrespectful for this young master not to accept the challenge. So be it!"

As soon as Liu Zhang finished speaking, he slammed his large hand on the table in front of him. A loud boom resounded, and a powerful aura, like a raging storm, suddenly swirled around them. The strong wind forced those nearby to almost open their eyes. With a blur of motion, Liu Zhang's figure stopped on a wooden stake at the edge of the arena in an instant. He looked down at Sikong Jin with disdain in his eyes, and a powerful killing intent enveloped the entire arena.

"Ah Jin, don't joke around, you're no match for Liu Zhang!"

Ji Wuge frowned and glanced at Liu Zhang, then whispered something to Sikong Jin.

Sikong Jin raised an eyebrow, glanced thoughtfully at Ji Wuge, and pursed her lips. "Does she think she's going to rule the world? With that kind of attitude, she dares to look down on me. I'm not even afraid of Emperor Beizun, why would I be afraid of a nobody like you... Hmm? What does Emperor Beizun have to do with this? Why are you bringing him into this..."

Sikong Jin's voice trailed off. Helplessly, she patted her head before looking up. The intense sunlight was blinding, forcing her to squint as she looked down at Liu Zhang, whose sharp, cold gaze could almost tear her apart...

After a moment of silence, Sikong Jin dusted off her clothes and turned to walk towards the arena...

'Bah! '

As soon as Sikong Jin stepped into the arena, Liu Zhang casually struck out with a palm. The powerful force of the palm struck, causing the ground to rumble and tremble slightly. A cloud of dust rose, and a strong gust of air swirled and rushed towards them.

'call! '

Without a second thought, Sikong Jin took off running, using her lightness skill!

Liu Zhang missed his target, watching Sikong Jin's figure dart past him like a ghost. His hands clenched tightly, a cracking sound coming from his knuckles, and veins bulging on his forehead. The scene at the First Tea House and the previous incident in Malan City flashed through his mind, along with the matter of Jixiang Gambling House. He was still unjustly taking the blame for this bastard!

Sikong Jin, let's see how you run today!

"Sikong Jin, let's settle this score today, both old and new grudges!"

Liu Zhang gritted his teeth and gave a cold shout, then flashed away and chased after him.

However, Sikong Jin was fast enough. Liu Zhang was chasing after her relentlessly. The distance between the two was less than two zhang, but he didn't have time to use his internal energy. By the time he unleashed his palm strike, Sikong Jin's figure had disappeared from sight in an instant.

Sikong Jin did not retaliate, but ran wildly around the entire arena. What the people outside saw was the two chasing each other at a speed like a 100-meter sprint.

In the blink of an eye, the two had run dozens of laps around the wide arena, making Meng Benbo and the others outside yawn.

"Are you sure they're not having a running competition right now?"

Mei Ruhua looked at the two figures moving quickly inside with a frustrated expression, and frowned.

"Who knows what the master is up to again? I saw a very despicable and cunning smile flash across his face just now. He's full of bad intentions!"

Meng Benbo replied.

"Yes, wait a minute? Look? Something seems off!"

Zhu Si exclaimed in surprise, and the others immediately focused their attention on the situation in the arena.

Both of them slowed down, and Liu Zhang's expression seemed off...

Meanwhile, inside the arena—

Lady Sikong grabbed the nunchucks from the weapon rack beside her and threw them behind her while running forward at top speed. In the instant the wind swept by, something invisible to the naked eye seemed to flow out from her sleeve and be carried away by the wind.

"Sikong Jin, all you can do is hide! Coward!"

Liu Zhang raised his nunchucks, vaguely smelling a strange odor wafting towards him. Annoyed, he swept his sleeves aside, panting heavily, and cursed, "How many days has it been since you fucking showered?"

"Come on, if you dare, catch up. Oh, you can smell my masculinity? I've been quite busy lately, so showering once every two weeks is normal. You know, back in Malan City, showering once every month or two was considered good! By the way, Lord Liu, how's your wife, the Eighth Princess? I heard she had her leg amputated, that's so tragic! Have you considered finding someone else? I also have a cousin named Sikong Ya, beautiful as a flower and exceptionally intelligent. Marry her, and from then on we'll be in-laws, so you won't hold a grudge against me anymore..."

I'd rather you live!

Liu Zhang gave a ferocious sneer, and the true energy he had secretly gathered in his palm struck out at Sikong Jin's back again.

"Lord Liu, you're still as vicious as ever!"

A chilling, sinister smile appeared on Sikong Jin's face. Almost instantly, Liu Zhang, who was chasing behind, suddenly changed his expression, his face turning deathly pale. He abruptly stopped, trembling all over...

Just then, Lord Sikong, who had been speeding ahead, suddenly stopped. His speed was as fast as lightning. He turned around abruptly, grabbed Liu Zhang by the collar, and began to beat him mercilessly, punching and kicking him.

Liu Zhang had no time to react. A hail of fists rained down on him, making him scream in agony before he could even unleash his power!

What's even more painful is...

He seems to have eaten something that upset his stomach...

The sudden turn of events left the crowd outside wide-eyed. They stood up in astonishment, watching helplessly as Sikong Jin grabbed Liu Zhang and mercilessly beat him.

When they attacked, they were ruthless!

In the blink of an eye, Liu Zhang's handsome face was beaten into a pig's head, his eyes were surrounded by dark circles, and blood was streaming from his nose, making him a pitiful sight...

"General Ji, Lord Sikong, and Lord Tang Ge are still in the council hall. He asks you to wait in the hall for a moment. Please!"

The guards bowed respectfully.

"Oh, no need. We'll just wait for him at his office. Don't worry about us, just go about your business!"

Ji Wuge waved his sleeve and strode over despite the guard's obstruction.

After the competition ended, Liu Zhang, disregarding his injuries and bruises, fled with his head in his hands and head to the outhouse. Meanwhile, Sikong Jin and Ji Wuge, feeling refreshed, went straight to the judicial gate to find Tang Jingyao.