I'm Really a Superstar

He dodged one!

But could not avoid the other dart!

It wasn't that he couldn't react in time. In fact, he could see it more clearly than anyone else, but his body just couldn't catch up to his thoughts and reaction. His center of gravity at this moment was off-kilter and there was no way to avoid it. He could only watch as the second dart made its way toward his chest!

Liu Yiquan shouted, "Bro Chen!"

Chenchen screamed, "Zhang Ye!"

I'm done for!

Zhang Ye could only think of one thing now. He wondered if the 1-Up item in his game ring's inventory would be of any use! If he were to die here, then would that 1-Up item be activated automatically or not?

Everyone thought that Zhang Ye would die for sure!

But the next second, a hand that shouldn't have appeared there suddenly flashed across the front of Zhang Ye's chest. That beautiful hand of a woman was so quick that it moved with an afterimage like it was gliding through time. It traveled at a speed that no normal person could imagine. The audience could only see a blur!

Ding!

That second dart was caught by that hand between the fingers!

The people below the ring created an uproar!

Everyone was stunned!

It was Rao Aimin!

It turned out that Rao Aimin had managed to catch the dart in the nick of time!

From this angle, in such circumstances, even Zhang Ye the intended target could only avoid the first dart. That had already made many people stare and drop their jaws. It was a reaction speed that even a grandmaster could not hope to achieve. But the second dart was still too much for him, yet who could have expected that Rao Aimin, who was a few steps away from Zhang Ye just a moment ago, would somehow manage with her out-of-this-world skills to backpedal and reach out to catch the flying dart!

Rao Aimin!

So this was that female grandmaster of the Chinese martial arts world who would send a shiver down anyone's spine, even if just from hearing her name?

Between the grandmasters, could there possibly be such a big gap between their skill?

A lot of the large sect's people had thought before the conference that even if Rao Aimin were powerful, she would only be slightly better than Grandmaster Zhou and Grandmaster Chen. It shouldn't have been a great difference at all. But when they witnessed this scene now, everyone finally understood why Rao Aimin was able to single-handedly challenge the two grandmasters all those years ago, even managing to seriously injure one of them! The difference in martial arts skill between the three grandmasters—Rao Aimin, Zhou Tianpeng, and Chen Xi—was definitely not just a little bit!

Lu Yuhu shouted, "Senior Sis!"

Zhang Ye looked astonished. "Why the hell did you save me!"

It wasn't that he was ungrateful. But right at this moment, Huashan's Five Way Boxing technique was unleashed on Rao Aimin without warning, brushing past Zhang Ye as he stood there! When he was trying to avoid that first dart, Zhang Ye exhausted all of his strength and lost his balance. As a result, he simply could not react to this attack as Chen Xi finally slipped past him, having made this decision after a slight hesitation when he saw the dart flying toward them. If he did not grab hold of this opportunity, both he and Zhou Tianpeng probably weren't going to leave this place alive!

"Eldest Senior Sis!"

"Despicable!"

"Bastard!"

"Chen Xi, you motherfucker!"

The Eight Trigrams School's disciples were infuriated!

Chen Xi was faced with an internal struggle. As the vice president of the National Martial Arts Association and as a grandmaster, he still had his pride and cared about his status as well. But with everything turning out this way, he could only resort to this now. There was no other choice!

Plunk!

It was the muffled sound of a punch meeting the flesh!

Chen Xi had furiously thrown a punch filled with concealed power at Rao Aimin's shoulder!

To save Zhang Ye, Rao Aimin had exposed all of her openings while trying to catch the dart. She was practically defenseless at this moment and had no chance to avoid this punch. With the concealed power released, her entire body shook!

"Senior Sis!"

"Old Rao!"

Shrieks rang out!

But this was not the end!

Behind Rao Aimin, Zhou Tianpeng who had earlier been struck into concussion also made use of these two seconds to recover a bit. Although he was seriously injured now, when he saw Rao Aimin receiving a strong punch from his old friend Chen Xi, he still reflexively took action! Zhou Tianpeng did not struggle with his decision, nor did he have any hesitation. He instantly attacked her with the Zhou Family Style's 21st Form, the Crushing Punch!

"Old Crook Zhou!"

"How dare you!"

Yet another plunk sounded!

Zhou Tianpeng was slightly more skilled than Chen Xi, and even with his state of injuries, he could still muster up a lot of concealed power. With that punch, he had expended all of it and unleashed a deep strike on the center of Rao Aimin's back!

"Eldest Senior Sis!"

Rao Aimin trembled!

Many of the non-affiliates below the ring were breaking out in cold sweats from watching!

"This…"

"Rao Aimin is done for!"

"The female grandmaster of our generation is…done for!"

Meanwhile, many of the large sect's people showed looks of surprise!

"We won!"

"Master has won!"

One of the Eight Trigrams School's female disciples burst into tears. "Eldest Senior Sis!"

But before the voices faded, everyone turned aghast!

They saw that the pale and trembling Rao Aimin was still standing. Not only that, she narrowed her eyes and raised her palm in front of the terrified Zhou Tianpeng and Chen Xi!

She struck her palm downwards!

Thump! Chen Xi was completely unprepared for this. He had not expected that Rao Aimin would still be able to make another attack and took the hit directly, spewing out a mouthful of blood!

Zhou Tianpeng was greatly shocked by this and could not dodge in time!

With a low yell, Rao Aimin suddenly used a burst of concealed power to repel the power of the palm strike that Zhou Tianpeng had landed on her back. When Zhou Tianpeng stumbled backward a few steps, Rao Aimin turned and executed an Eight Trigrams Palm move, raising her hand up, but did not strike immediately. Instead, she raised it higher before suddenly attacking with a downward that looked neither fast nor slow, slapping Zhou Tianpeng behind his neck. From the looks of it, this strike did not seem powerful. It looked like how friends slapped each other's back as a greeting!

However, Zhou Tianpeng's expression changed drastically!

Crick!

Crack!

The creaking of bones snapping gradually sounded!

From the neck down to the back!

From the back down to the waist!

Zhou Tianpeng cried out and spat out a mouthful of blood, before immediately collapsing to the ground!

In just a few short blows, Chen Xi fainted from his injuries, while Zhou Tianpeng's survival was unknown!

The entire venue went quiet!

Not a sound could be heard!

No one said anything!

They saw Rao Aimin look down at the still conscious Zhou Tianpeng with her eyes drooping and tell him in a slightly hoarse voice, "I've finally avenged my younger sister and brother-in-law's deaths today. From now on, don't you even dare think of taking up martial arts again, or getting out of your bed to walk about. Just lay in bed and enjoy a life of being provided for. In another half a year, get someone to organize your funeral for you. Oh wait, I doubt you have half a year left to do that since you have so many enemies around."

Many of the Zhou Family Style School's disciples leaped into the ring!

"Master!"

"Sect Leader!"

"Master!"

Some of them started crying!

Others were shouting desperately for help!

After he heard Rao Aimin speak her piece, Zhou Tianpeng opened his mouth and viciously tried to say something, but couldn't muster up a voice at all. With that, he immediately blacked out!

The Huashan Sect's disciples rushed over in panic to Chen Xi's side, avoiding Rao Aimin as they ran past her!

"Martial Uncle!"

"Senior Bro!"

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Fan Wen flusteredly checked Chen Xi's pulse and found that it was very weak. He realized that his senior brother was suffering from very serious injuries. The look on Fan Wen's face became even more unpleasant!

The Eight Trigrams School's disciples were instantly elated!

"Eldest Senior Sis!"

"Eldest Senior Sis!"

"Eldest Senior Sis!"

Zhang Ye cursed, "Fuck your grandpa! Who threw those darts just now?" He could not take this lying down and wanted to take immediate action against the perpetrator!

Rao Aimin suddenly glanced at Zhang Ye and said weakly, "Let's go."

"Ah?" Zhang Ye was taken aback.

"Down the hill." Rao Aimin looked wan.

Zhang Ye returned to his senses. "OK!"

Rao Aimin took very slow steps, and left the ring in front of Zhang Ye. She walked in the direction of the Eight Trigrams School's disciples.

When the members of the large sect who were in her way saw her, they panicked and hurried to the side to avoid her. Their fearful expressions when they saw her made it seem like they needed to stand at least several hundred meters away from her to feel safe!

There were too many unexpected events in today's deathmatch. The emergence of the Taiji successor; a sneak attack from out of the ring; Rao Aimin's amazingly powerful martial arts. It wasn't so bad for Grandmaster Chen, even though he was rather heavily injured. He would likely make a recovery after several months of rest. But for Zhou Tianpeng…Everyone who was present today knew full well that from this day forward, there would only be four grandmasters left in the Chinese martial arts world! In today's battle of the grandmasters, Zhou Tianpeng had been stripped of his title!

Rao Aimin slowly walked over.

The Eight Trigrams School's disciples excitedly came over to congratulate her!

"Senior Sis!"

"You've finally avenged them!"

"That last strike of your palm was executed with perfection!"

Chenchen also came up to her. "Auntie!"

But it was right at this moment that Rao Aimin suddenly stopped in her tracks. She did not say anything and just fell forward without any warning!

Beside her, Zhang Ye caught her and held her upright. "Old Rao!"

"Senior Sis!"

"Eldest Senior Sis!"

Rao Aimin passed out!

Only at this point did the Eight Trigrams Palm's disciples realize that those two attacks by Chen Xi and Zhou Tianpeng were imbued with concealed power as well. Their Eldest Senior Sister had only forced herself to remain standing, but was in actual fact already suffering from internal injuries!

This was seen by everyone as it happened!

The large sects were startled!

Suddenly, someone shouted!

"Rao Aimin can't hold out any longer!"

"Treacherous Rao has fainted!"

"We cannot allow her to leave!"

"Right, we can't let them leave!"

"If they are allowed to go today, all of the sects that have denounced her would never have another day of peace!"

"Grandmaster Zhou has been maimed! Rao Aimin is capable of anything! If we allow her the chance to make a full recovery, none of us will be able to get away!"

"Avenge Grandmaster Zhou!"

"They only have a little more than a dozen people! We have several hundred! Rao Aimin can't fight anymore! There's nothing to be afraid of! Everyone, let's get them! Exterminate Treacherous Rao! Everyone has a duty to do so!"

"We cannot allow the tigress to return to the mountains!"

"Right, the tigress must not be allowed back into the mountains!"

With some of the martial sects' members leading, a furor rippled through the rest!

Fan Wen, who was helping Chen Xi up in the fight ring, looked over at the Eight Trigrams School, then breathed in and said to a disciple of his next to him, "Take care of the Sect Leader!"

The Iron Palm's Master Sun clenched his fists and took a step forward.

When several of the Shaolin monks saw this, they sighed and walked over slowly as well.

Ten people!

Fifty people!

A hundred people!

The large sects gathered an army of people!

Seeing the turn of events, the people of the Eight Trigrams School were bitterly disappointed!

Song Jiao pointed at them and shouted, "Respectable martial sects? Is this what respectable martial sects are like these days? The fighters signed the deathmatch agreement! Some of you even played dirty and interfered with the match in the ring! Using darts as a sneak attack! But now that you've lost, you're thinking of surrounding and attacking us? What sort of large sects are these? What sort of a National Martial Arts Association is this!?"

Xu Fan said, "Fuck all of your ancestors!"

Zhao Yunlong was already picking up a weapon. "Let's fight it out with them!"

"Right!"

"Let's fight it out with them!"

"They're pushing us too far! Is there any justice?"

"When Zhou Tianpeng killed two people, they called it a normal duel in our martial arts world. When our Eldest Senior Sis injured Old Crook Zhou, the National Martial Arts Association comes hunting for us and wants to exterminate all of us? What kind of logic is that? Just what kind of logic is that?"

"Little Junior Bro! Take Eldest Senior Sis and leave immediately!"

"Right, Little Junior Bro, your martial arts are the weakest among us. You won't be of much help here. Just take Eldest Senior Sis and Chenchen and get out of here!"

"I'm not leaving!"

"Go already!"

The people from the large sects were approaching!

The non-affiliates and those from the small sects were rather startled by what they were seeing. They had not expected that the large sects and people from the National Martial Arts Association would actually handle the matter this way. This, this…was not something that any of them were willing to intervene in, because there were too many people from the large sects who were much more skilled than them. Further, their party consisted of the Shaolin eminent monks, the Huashan Sect's Fan Wen, the Kunlun Sect's leader, the Iron Palm's Master Sun, and so on and so forth, all of whom were masters at their respective martial arts styles. This was something that they had utterly no say in!

At this moment, Zhang Ye suddenly spoke.

Zhang Ye handed Rao Aimin over to Song Jiao. "Carry her."

Song Jiao was taken aback. "You…"

Zhang Ye gestured to them and said, "Get going!"

Lu Yuhu was stunned. "Teacher Zhang!"

"Take Old Rao and Chenchen down the hill and get out of here!" Zhang Ye regulated his breathing a few times and stood there in front of them, blocking the only pathway down the hill. "I'll hold them off for a while."

Yan Hui was getting anxious. "But you're injured too!"

Zhang Ye said, "I can still hold them off."

Xu Fan said, "They have over a hundred people! Even if you're a grandmaster, you can't stop them!"

Zhang Ye raised his voice. "Hurry up and get going! I have my own ways! Otherwise, none of us will stand a chance of getting away!"

"Zhang Ye! Let's go together!" Chenchen said loudly.

Zhang Ye smiled. "All of you, leave first. I'll be right behind you."

Lu Yuhu decided on the spot and grit his teeth. "We can't delay any longer! Let's go!" He then picked up Chenchen. "Teacher Zhang! P-Please take care!"

Song Jiao's eyes reddened as she carried Rao Aimin on her back and started running with all her might. "Let's go!"

Xu Fan stomped his feet and followed them!

Chenchen was screaming like mad, "Zhang Ye! Zhang Ye! Zhang Ye!"

Lu Yuhu's tears were almost falling, but he tightly held Chenchen and did not let go. He put her on his shoulders and ran down the hill at full speed!

Yan Hui struggled with himself for a bit and did not move!

Zhang Ye shouted, "Old Yan! Hurry up and go!"

Yan Hui clenched his teeth so tightly that he almost crushed them. Finally, he turned around and chased after the Eight Trigrams Palm's disciples!

Soon, only Zhang Ye was left standing at this pathway that led downhill!