Chapter Fifty-Nine: Simida

After entering, Zhu Bao'er nodded at Song Ren, then looked at Cai Shuangyu beside him, acting very well-behaved. "Sister Cai."
Cai Shuangyu replied, "Bao'er, long time no see."
Nearby, Park Jung-shin's eyes grew visibly brighter.
The three women in the room were truly stunning, each surpassing the last in beauty.
Zhu Bao'er was gentle and lovely, Li Yuyao was enchanting and seductive, and Cai Shuangyu was an aloof queen.
Such peerless beauty undoubtedly caused the power of his surname to begin stirring, a trace of undisguised greed flashing in his eyes.
In a foreign land, a myriad of exotic charms.
Unfortunately, there was still an extra fellow present who ruined the wonderful atmosphere.
Park Jung-shin's gaze swept over Song Ren, and suddenly his pupils contracted slightly for a fraction of a second.
From Song Ren, he inexplicably felt a strong sense of crisis.
He asked with a slightly strange intonation, "Bao'er, this gentleman is..."
Zhu Bao'er was slightly taken aback.
In the past, Park Jung-shin had always been extremely arrogant.
He rarely paid attention to most fighters, and this was the first time she had seen him proactively inquire about a fighter's background.
Zhu Bao'er smiled and said, "A-Ren, he's just like you—a fighter stepping into the ring tonight."
"You'd better be careful. A-Ren's fist and foot techniques are quite sharp."
Park Jung-shin said, "Oh! Is he that A-Ren who has already secured fifteen victories?"
He reached out to shake hands with Song Ren and offered a word of praise, "Impressive."
Song Ren shook his hand.
Park Jung-shin's gaze was quite aggressive. Changing the subject, he continued in an extremely confident tone, "However, tonight's match is a weapon fight. This place will be my stage."
Hearing this, Song Ren merely smiled, noncommittal.
A weapon fight...
Do you take the martial arts essence of the Weapon King as a joke?
Except for modern firearms, which fell outside the scope of Hong Ye's martial arts essence, there was nothing in the realm of cold weapons that Hong Ye's martial arts essence couldn't master.
It was just that Song Ren hadn't fought a weapon fight yet, not that he couldn't fight one.
Zhu Bao'er, standing nearby, also expressed her praise for Park Jung-shin.
"A-Ren, Swordsman Park's fencing truly deserves to be called unique."
"For tonight's weapon fight, many people, including myself, are favoring him."
Saying this, she tilted her head slightly. "Right, Sister Cai?"
Cai Shuangyu had also seen a few of Park Jung-shin's ring matches and gave a very objective reply, "His fencing has already been integrated into actual combat. His standard is indeed quite high."
The corners of Park Jung-shin's lips curled up slightly. He had every right to be proud.
Tonight's weapon fight was destined to be where he would shine brilliantly.
Li Yuyao frowned slightly.
She rarely came to Fusheng Building, nor had she ever witnessed Park Jung-shin's so-called elegant ring matches.
However, she truly disliked this kind of dainty, pretty-boy type.
She pressed close to Song Ren's side and winked mischievously at him.
Li Yuyao's tone was somewhat peculiar as she murmured, "Hmph hmph, A-Ren, I believe your 'weapon' is definitely the most powerful one, right?"
Song Ren thought, "..." You'd better be talking about actual weapons.
Li Yuyao leaned in even closer, whispering in his ear, "I can tell at a glance that this kind of dainty boy is all show and no substance."
"Fencing? Only weaklings play Western fencing."
Song Ren's ear felt ticklish from her warm breath, and he couldn't help tilting his head away.
Being teased almost ceaselessly by this vixen, he was starting to find it hard to bear.
Park Jung-shin's eyes practically turned red watching this scene.
Among the three women present, the most attractive was undoubtedly the vixen-like Li Yuyao.
Yet, she seemed to look down on him.
The power of his surname within Park Jung-shin stirred restlessly once more, and he felt it necessary to let the person who looked down on him witness his true might.
I am a national-award-winning competitor from Daehan, a world-class talent!
Park Jung-shin closed his eyes, laboriously suppressing the restless power of his surname. When he opened them again, he was once more the confident pretty boy.
With a composed smile, he addressed Song Ren, "See you in the ring."
Song Ren smiled back, still noncommittal.
Park Jung-shin's eye twitched, nearly causing his composure to crack under such a dismissive attitude.
Fortunately, Zhu Bao'er timely offered him an out. "A-Ren, Swordsman Park is serious about this. You should be careful."
Park Jung-shin's gaze flickered.
That's right, I am dead serious. If you are careless, I will hand you the most humiliating defeat.
After resting a little longer, Zhu Bao'er stood up. "Sister Cai, we're planning to go get some food. Why don't we all go together?"
Cai Shuangyu shook her head. "Forget it, I have no intention of being a third wheel."
Zhu Bao'er's cheeks flushed slightly. "Sister Cai, don't talk nonsense. I have a fiancé."
Hearing this, Park Jung-shin kept his gentlemanly facade, playing the pretty boy to perfection, while muttering inwardly, "Hmph, as if I don't have a woman of my own."
After the two of them left, the atmosphere in the room became much more relaxed.
Cai Shuangyu looked at Song Ren with mild curiosity.
"This should be your first time participating in a weapon fight, right?"
"So, how is your confidence?"
Song Ren replied, "Not bad?"
Cai Shuangyu chuckled. "What kind of tone is that? Are you being modest?"
Song Ren answered, "It's a weapon fight after all. This should arguably be my strongest suit. Don't you think I should be confident?"
Cai Shuangyu was stunned upon hearing this. A weapon fight, something he had never participated in before, was his strongest suit?
Li Yuyao urged from the side, "Alright, alright, I've been starving for ages. Let's go eat."
Cai Shuangyu stood up.
Li Yuyao immediately looked at her in surprise. "Huh!"
Cai Shuangyu asked, "Hmm?"
Li Yuyao said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't be a third wheel?"
Cai Shuangyu's brow furrowed as murderous intent instantly flared across her face. "Li Yuyao, am I perhaps being too gentle with you?"
Li Yuyao begged for mercy in a flash. "Just joking, just joking, little Fishy, I was wrong."
Song Ren raised his eyelids and muttered quietly, "Little Fishy?"
Cai Shuangyu turned her head back to look at him, her eyes still radiating a bone-chilling murderous intent.
Song Ren stammered, "Uh... is this where you silence me to keep a secret?"
Cai Shuangyu retorted, "If you don't speak, no one will mistake you for a mute."
Song Ren replied, "Fine, I'll be a mute right now."
"..." Cai Shuangyu glared at him, then glanced at her snickering best friend and said coldly, "Let's go eat."
Li Yuyao secretly gave Song Ren a thumbs-up.
Song Ren only gave a light smile.
As the two lagged slightly behind, Li Yuyao whispered in a very quiet voice, "Little Fishy is Shuangyu's childhood nickname. When she was little, only her father called her that."
Song Ren asked, "So does this mean I've just become a father?"
Li Yuyao couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Cai Shuangyu calmly turned her head back. "Yaoyao, what are you laughing at?"
Li Yuyao immediately straightened her lips. "Nothing, I just remembered something happy."
At the same time, she bumped her shoulder secretly against Song Ren's and whispered with a smile, "You're usually so straight-laced, but suddenly acting cheeky like that is really unbearable."
"Still, you'd better not make that kind of joke in front of Shuangyu, she'll genuinely get mad."
"And when she blows her top, it's truly terrifying."