In a high-level martial arts game, a wife is given to you at the start.

Chapter 231 The International Students' Reactions

The indicator lights in the gravity training room were flashing, and the internal gravity parameters had been adjusted to 10 times.

"Ho—ah!"

Xiao Long was shirtless, his bronze muscles like cast steel, every line brimming with explosive power. He was performing the most basic weighted squats in an almost self-torturing manner, large beads of sweat sliding down his angular cheeks, evaporating into wisps of white smoke the moment they touched the scorching ground.

"Buzz—"

A communication request interrupted his final training session, which he was about to complete.

"Who?!" Xiao Long growled impatiently, his voice like that of an enraged lion.

"Master," came the butler's calm yet urgent voice from outside the door, "Lin Feizhi...she lost."

"Huh? What did you say?!"

Xiao Long suddenly straightened up, the terrifying gravity seemingly having no effect on him. He strode to the control panel and deactivated the gravity field.

"Whoosh—"

The door slid open, and the butler stood solemnly at the entrance.

"Pull up the match recording! Why is it showing as a digital image? Show me the holographic image!"

However, when the digital video was projected onto the center of the training room, Xiao Long looked impatient.

He stared intently at the light screen, watching the almost indistinguishable, lightning-fast exchange, watching Lin Feizhi's head fly into the sky.

"Where's the hologram?!"

"Reporting to Master," the butler bowed slightly, "the holographic camera at the Fifth Martial Arts Arena malfunctioned yesterday, and the repairs weren't completed in time, so there was no holographic recording..."

"The repairs weren't done in time?" Xiao Long's chest heaved violently, and a surge of uncontrollable rage erupted from within him!

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

boom--!

He slammed his fist heavily onto the coffee table next to him.

With a snap!

The coffee table was completely shattered into pieces.

"This is clearly someone's sabotaging us!" he roared like a furious beast. "Investigate! See if there really isn't a holographic recording!"

"Yes!" The butler's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly replied.

Xiao Long stared intently at Lin Qiye on the screen. His eyes, which were always full of arrogance and fighting spirit, were now filled with only cold killing intent.

"Good, very good! Without holographic recording, it's difficult to accurately analyze his strength! The selection competition is tomorrow..."

"They did it on purpose!!"

……

Ye Xingchen was cultivating, his expression calm and focused, as if all the noise outside had nothing to do with him.

"Knock knock."

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Enter."

A guard dressed in black combat uniform walked in, carrying a data panel in his hands, his face showing a hint of solemnity.

"Your Highness, the results of the competition are in." The guard's voice was very low. "Consort Lin... was defeated and beheaded on the spot. She has been sent for emergency treatment."

Ye Xingchen paused slightly, but then resumed his steady movements.

"Where's the footage?"

"Something's wrong," the assistant immediately reported to the leader. "The holographic camera malfunctioned before the game, and we only got the backup digital video."

Ye Xingchen finally raised his eyes, and a cold glint flashed in those eyes that always carried a hint of elegance and composure.

He didn't look at the digital image that was already meaningless, but asked directly, "What's the school's reaction?"

"No, not at the moment," the assistant replied. "We've simply listed the match results as an official announcement and haven't offered any explanation for the anomalies in the video footage."

Ye Xingchen sneered and said, "Fine, let's watch the digital video first."

The digital video is very fast, less than a minute long, with only one second of it being combat.

The battle begins in one second, and then it ends.

Ye Xingchen's expression completely changed after reading it.

He lightly tapped the light screen with his slender fingers, bringing up all of Lin Qiye's information, from the Haicheng Grain District to the freshman exam, and now to today's competition.

Ye Xingchen looked at her guard and asked, "What do you think of him?"

The guard said in a deep voice, "Very strong."

Ye Xingchen nodded, and for the first time, a serious look appeared in his eyes, which always carried a hint of refinement.

"To finish off Lin Feizhi in a second, whether it was due to carelessness or lack of preparation, being instantly killed is being instantly killed." His voice was calm, yet carried a hint of barely perceptible apprehension. "This demonstrates Lin Qiye's strength; he is very strong. Perhaps... even stronger than me."

Even if Lin Feizhi were careless, she couldn't have achieved such a swift and decisive kill if she had to make the move herself.

"Even from this blurry image, it's clear that Lin Feizhi attempted to block when her opponent attacked. However, the longsword slipped from her hand instantly." He pointed to the frozen image on the screen and analyzed, "And then, the outcome was decided."

"If that's really the case... someone deliberately set up such obstacles, destroyed the most crucial intelligence, and didn't want us to know their secrets so they could develop targeted tactics."

"The upcoming selection rounds are going to be very bad..."

Ye Xingchen rubbed his temples, a rare occurrence for him, and said in a deep voice, "It seems some people don't want things to go so smoothly for us..."

"With this kind of strength, I'm not really confident... but not everything can be solved with fists..."

He pondered for a moment, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Let's contact Lin Qiye first," he instructed the guard. "He cultivates the 'Primordial Qi Gong,' which is outdated. Tell him that our Ye family is willing to provide him with the complete cultivation copyright of the latest 'Divine Radiance Star Body' free of charge, just to... make friends."

……

Amidst the misty air, Su Liuli leaned lazily against the edge of the psionic hydrotherapy pool, enjoying the nourishing effects of the psionic water on her body.

With her eyes closed, her beautiful face, which always carried a hint of arrogance, was now filled with peace and contentment.

In her view, Lin Feizhi's victory was a matter of course, and not even worth her attention.

"Young Miss".

A respectful voice rang out from the poolside.

Su Liuli slowly opened her eyes, her deep, obsidian-like eyes showing a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

A maid was kneeling by the pool, a data panel lit up on her wrist, her face filled with fear.

"The match...the match is over."

"Hmm, so fast?" Su Liuli responded casually, her tone carrying a hint of self-righteous superiority. "Lin Feizhi still does things decisively and efficiently."

The maid's body trembled violently, her head bowed even lower, and her voice trembled slightly: "Miss Lin Feizhi... lost. She was... beheaded on the spot..."

"What did you say?"

Su Liuli sat up abruptly, splashing water everywhere.

The maid dared not conceal anything and quickly projected the information in front of Su Liuli.

When Su Liuli saw the digital image filled with data noise, and the frozen, bloody scene of Lin Feizhi's head flying into the sky, her languid expression vanished instantly.

"Where's the hologram?!"

"Replying to...Miss, this is all we have..."

"What? Heh, very good..."

Su Liuli sneered. She watched the short one-second battle video over and over again, her expression growing increasingly grim.

What exactly is the background of this Lin Qiye?