Free Web NovelChapter 1048: Chapter 724: Showing Off Their Love [27] Start the Fight! Start the Fight!
[Fuck, the one who voted for Nora Scott at Meishanel Martial Arts Hall is her simp?!]
[Walk-the-World picking Nora was expected, Tengfe picking Nora is understandable. But what’s with Meishanel? The less you respect them, the more they like you? What kind of bullshit quirk is that.]
[Nora Scott and Pedro Langley didn’t even go to Meishanel Martial Arts Hall, so why did Meishanel pick the two of them?]
[There’s no way this isn’t scripted, right?! When the people from Meishanel Martial Arts Hall first met them, they weren’t even that enthusiastic!]
[Meishanel Martial Arts Hall being used as a tool is confirmed! If this wasn’t arranged beforehand, then the people from Meishanel Martial Arts Hall would have absolutely no self-respect at all!]
[I don’t care who picks Nora. But making her hog the spotlight again and again, forcing this kind of "highlight moment" arrangement—what’s the point? If no one picked her we’d just mock her a bit, that’s all. Doing this every single time is really off-putting.]
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Not just the netizens—
Even the guests were shocked.
Aside from Nora Scott and Pedro Langley, who never panic at anything, the other four were more or less stunned. But precisely because those two were so calm, the netizens, who already had their doubts, became even more convinced that "all three Martial Arts Halls choosing them is 100% because of the script."
The production team, of course, had no script.
—Although they had predicted every possible combination in advance and prepared for each one, including this relatively low-probability outcome.
After reading out the list, the director coughed awkwardly. "Looks like Mr. and Mrs. Ringtone are very popular. All three Martial Arts Halls chose you. Anything you’d like to say?"
Pedro glanced at Nora.
Anyway, all three Martial Arts Halls were really here for Nora. Had nothing to do with him.
Nora let out a "mm," "Nope. Let’s just start the match."
She was hungry.
She wanted to eat.
The sooner it ended, the sooner she could eat.
[She can’t even be bothered to pretend a little.]
[The other two guest pairs are just her background props now. She really thinks she’s all that.]
[Can’t even say a few more words? Really knows how to act like a big shot.]
...
The haters who had just quieted down half an hour ago mustered their energy and crawled back out again.
[Isn’t she trying to hype up this "martial arts successor" persona? She’s got the identity, sure—even Sir Bay has to call her "Martial Aunt." But she doesn’t actually have the real skill. Setting up this whole thing, what’s the point?]
[I strongly dislike this, putting my name on it.]
[Are you guys misunderstanding something? Among these three couples, Nora actually is the best at martial arts... If Meishanel Martial Arts Hall wants a guest who’s good at fighting, they didn’t pick wrong, did they?]
[They’re not wrong, but the script stench is way too strong.]
...
The livestream chat was boiling over.
Netizens were arguing like crazy.
The atmosphere on-site wasn’t much different.
As soon as the three Martial Arts Hall teams stepped onto the field, the atmosphere instantly became tense and confrontational. Gazes clashed, not just fueled by the desire to win over "Mr. and Mrs. Ringtone," but also by the grudges the three Martial Arts Halls had accumulated over the years.
"No need to draw lots, you two teams just come at us directly!" Pudge was twirling a long staff in his hands; after a few spins, he suddenly slammed it onto the ground. His delicate, slightly soft features gained a few degrees of sharpness, and he lifted his chin at the people opposite him. "Anyone who doesn’t accept the challenge is a fucking turtle bastard!"
"..."
"..."
Fuck.
He opened his mouth and it was a battle challenge.
The two teams from the other Martial Arts Halls originally didn’t want to break the show’s rules, but the moment Pudge spoke, all they wanted was to grab their weapons and charge.
—You’re the turtle bastard!
—Your whole family are turtle bastards!
"But the draw lots were already set—"
A staff member from the production team was already hugging the box of lots. Seeing Pudge suddenly throw down a challenge, he swallowed nervously and weakly reminded them of the rules.
But before he could finish, the other two teams cut him off—
"No drawing! A fight is a fight no matter who it’s with!"
"If we don’t respond to this challenge, we’re cowards!"
The two teams were instantly ablaze with anger.
One sentence from each of them forced the staffer to freeze where he stood, not even daring to move.
They were martial artists, after all; that aura they carried wasn’t something to be taken lightly.
"..."
"..."
"..."
This was an unexpected situation during filming.
The production team could either step in and stop it, or let the "accident" play out.
In less than thirty seconds, the director made a decisive call—let them continue.
Because the barrage in the livestream was skyrocketing.
[Ganging up on two teams at once—is this so they can lose with a good excuse ready?]
[Damn, what a fancy move.]
[Did Walk-the-World come up with this under Nora’s instructions?]
...
Even though the second Nora got dragged into it, the comments immediately split into two extremes again, the show’s effect was undeniable.
And this was exactly the kind of show effect they were chasing.
Besides, a match is a match no matter how it’s fought. All they needed was a result.
There were no specific requirements.
Guest section.
"Miss Bay, Tengfe Martial Arts School belongs to your family, right?" Margaret Stone asked, sounding curious.
"Mm."
Emily Bay dipped her head slightly.
"Walk-the-World over there is going up against two Martial Arts Halls at once. Do they even stand a chance of winning?"
"No way." Emily Bay frowned, as if she’d just heard a joke. "Walk-the-World is a brand‑new Martial Arts Hall with no real foundation. They cooked up some messy, half‑baked formation. How could they possibly compare with Tengfe and Meishanel?"
"Then they’ve got guts, I’ll give them that. Actually daring to challenge two Martial Arts Halls at once." Margaret Stone’s tone dripped with sarcasm.
As she spoke, she shot a meaningful glance at Nora Scott.
She added, "Trying to lose a little more gracefully?"
At this point, she was obviously trying to provoke Nora on purpose.
Very soon she even put on a fake concern and asked, "Nora, what do you think?"
Nora had long since gotten used to treating Margaret Stone—who was always desperate for attention and weirdly smug about it—like thin air. But this time Margaret had directly called her by name, so she didn’t ignore it. She casually replied, "With my eyes."
"..."
Emily Bay’s mouth twitched.
She’d known Nora wouldn’t give her face, but she hadn’t expected Nora to be this blunt about it.
"She’s only trained in martial arts for a few years. She can’t see much of anything." Lennon Turner, who had been silently playing mute this whole time, suddenly spoke up in a chilly tone.
The moment he opened his mouth, it was sarcasm.
Ever since Nora had clearly spelled out the relationship between the three of them yesterday, the atmosphere among them had been pretty stiff.
Lennon Turner barely spoke to Nora anymore.
The fact that he suddenly spoke up now clearly screamed "I can’t stand Nora."
As a result, the air in the guest section turned gunpowder‑thick in an instant.
Live chat:
[Fight! Fight!]
[Lennon Turner really holds a grudge.]
[I think Lennon Turner just can’t take it anymore. So Nora’s allowed to be rude, but Lennon Turner isn’t allowed to clap back? Margaret Stone only asked a question, what’s the big deal? Nora’s snapping at people all day long with her bad attitude—how come no one says anything about that?]
[Lennon’s protecting his woman! Solid! Finally got some manliness! I thought he was a total wuss yesterday.]
[Hahaha, nice clapback. I’m a fan now.]
[Lennon’s worked with Nora before, he should know what she’s actually capable of. If even he talks like that, doesn’t it basically prove that Nora’s martial arts skills are just so‑so? I checked: those three "masters" she took on one‑versus‑three last year weren’t real masters at all. Honestly, the real masters are all living low‑key lives under the radar. Who has time to go on variety shows, please?]
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Nora frowned slightly.
Suddenly, Pedro Langley’s hand reached over, grabbed hers, and gently rubbed it to calm her.
But while he was soothing Nora, he didn’t let Lennon Turner off the hook at all. Instead, he slowly "reminded" Nora, "We have eyes, so we use our eyes to watch. People who don’t have eyes can only use their mouths to talk."
Nora raised an eyebrow. "True."
"Mr. Langley, since when is telling the truth a crime?" Lennon Turner couldn’t hold back anymore; anger burned in his eyes.
Pedro Langley tilted his head slightly and looked at Lennon Turner coolly. "Is it because my Nora’s been too kind to you and never beaten you up?"
"..."
Lennon Turner choked.
His expression shifted again and again.
—In fact, she had beaten him up.
—A few years ago, after he and Margaret Stone agreed to "fake a scandal with Nora," he’d deliberately looked for chances to get close to her. One shot had just been perfectly "caught" by Margaret’s camera, and the very next second, Nora beat him up.
—He didn’t get out of bed for a week afterward.
Pedro Langley took his silence as agreement and sighed theatrically. "That’s kind of a pity, then."
"..."
Lennon Turner forced himself to stay quiet.
[Hahaha Mr. Langley is savage as hell!]
[TOT I just became a Lennon fan, and now I’m about to stan Mr. Langley. Nora and Mr. Langley really are a match made in heaven.]
[Pedro’s green‑tea trash‑talk skills are next‑level.]
[Mr. and Mrs. Ringtone are impossible to mess with. You can’t say a single word about them. Totally throwing their weight around.]
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The guest area was bristling with tension.
Meanwhile—
The PK zone had already kicked off.
Walk-the-World Martial Arts Academy was led by Pudge, with a twelve‑person formation. The other two Martial Arts Halls had each sent out a team of a dozen or so. The three squads stood together in their matching uniforms, looking impressively imposing.
"Beeep—"
The referee blew the whistle.
At once, everyone sprang into motion.
Despite more than thirty people brawling together, there wasn’t the slightest sense of chaos. It looked like a group fight straight out of a wuxia drama—orderly and tightly choreographed. Tengfe and Meishanel joined forces to break the formation, their roles clearly divided as they targeted the weak spots and pushed through, quickly tangling with Walk‑the‑World’s people.
It was dazzling to watch.
Netizens:
[Tengfe! Meishanel! Let’s go!!!]
[Walk‑the‑World, please lose!! That’s what you get for helping Nora put on a show!]
[We’ll see how strong Nora really is by how long Walk‑the‑World can hold out!!]
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