The Bootlicking Antagonist Only Wants to Survive, but the Female Lead Refuses to Follow the Usual Plot

Chapter 281 Mei Shao is determined to kill

Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian could no longer get up.

Later, that guy started hitting the ground so hard that it felt like human heads were turning into dog heads.

These two were going insane.

Frankly, their situation was like the saying "kings cannot coexist."

Two of the world's rarest, most unique, and strongest full-level qi energies meeting each other — both could feel the overwhelming threat posed by the other.

Deep inside, they both knew that Lu Chengwen was just a good-for-nothing who relied on flattery and taking advantage of situations to scrape by.

Besides, he was just at the fourth level in the sect rankings. Keeping such a person around might be useful; swatting him away would be as easy as flicking a finger. He wasn't the main issue.

The real problem was each other!

The more they fought, the more they felt a strange sense of familiarity with the other!

They both felt that the other was very much like themselves!

Exactly where the similarity lay, they couldn't pinpoint, but the resemblance was uncanny.

And this similarity triggered an intense sense of crisis within them.

It felt as if in this world, if one of them existed, the other absolutely should not.

Moreover, it seemed as though their thoughts were aligned, unspoken but mutually understood.

Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian were crystal clear about one thing.

They could never be friends, not even partners.

They were destined to decide a victor and a loser — either one of them would defeat the other now, or the other would grow stronger and become an unbeatable rival in the future!

So, they pushed themselves to the absolute limit.

Lu Chengwen watched them lying on the ground, motionless.

He nodded and clapped his hands:
"Get up! Senior Brother, stand up! He's done for; go finish him with one last palm strike!"

"Senior Brother, think about your years of diligent training! Think about all the hardships along your journey! The Aura of Benevolence and the King's Aura — only one can survive!"

"Willpower and determination, courage and faith! Great Son of Destiny of the Long Clan, Aotian! You've inherited the glorious tradition of ancient Chinese martial arts!"

"Wu Dalang and Ximen Qing's spirits have possessed you at this very moment! You represent the long and proud history and tradition of Chinese martial arts! Right now, you're not fighting alone!"

Lu Chengwen cheered wildly:
"You're not alone! You're not alone! You're not… human!"

Long Aotian struggled for a while, and just as he was about to stand up, he fell back down and lay there unconscious.

Luo Shiyin and Qi Meishao immediately rushed to support Long Aotian, helping him to the side to heal him and feed him medicine.

Lu Chengwen went over to check on Zhao Ritian, who had already passed out, shook his head, and carried him up:
"At least I care about you."

He walked to the edge of the arena and casually tossed Zhao Ritian outside, clapping his hands as if to signal the end.

Pan Meifeng stood up:
"Chengwen, you performed excellently. I declare this round goes to Lu Chengwen!"

A few hours later, Zhao Ritian and Long Aotian had recovered quite a bit.

Pan Meifeng nodded:
"Not bad, all three of you fought well."

Long Aotian looked at Pan Meifeng, his eyes slightly misty.

Lu Chengwen fought? What did he even do? All he did was run around and spew nonsense!

Zhao Ritian grumbled:
"Lu Chengwen fought? Fought what? He just ran back and forth, spouting nonsense — his trash talk alone was worth six fighters!"

Zhao Ritian glared at Long Aotian:
"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Long Aotian looked at him:
"You remind me of myself when I was young — youthful, spirited, still naïve in your understanding of this world."

Long Aotian patted his shoulder:
"But let me give you some heartfelt advice…"

Zhao Ritian shook his shoulder to knock the hand away:
"If you keep spewing nonsense, I'll beat you to death! I'm your dad!"

Long Aotian pointed at Zhao Ritian:
"That's rude, kid! Don't talk to your dad like that!"

"I'm your dad! Are you asking for a beating?"

"I'm your dad! Can't you tell the difference between good and bad advice?"

"I'm your dad! You call that good advice? If you keep taking advantage of me, I'll kill you!"

Lu Chengwen jumped in, pointing at Zhao Ritian:
"You little rascal! If you insult him again, I'll fight you!"

Long Aotian chuckled:
"Did you hear that? We're brothers, huh? Lu Chengwen, you little…"

Pan Meifeng interrupted:
"Alright, enough. Stop arguing. You three generations of a family, come over here."

Zhao Ritian and Long Aotian were fuming!

Zhao Ritian thought to himself: I must've been cursed to end up in this sect full of weirdos!

A ridiculously strong old lady who plays favorites but talks about fairness all the time!

A top-tier rival with world-class qi who never should've been born in the same era as me!

And the worst of all — some useless jerk who gets the most attention, schemes the most, and is the most shameless scoundrel ever!

He takes all the credit but never a single hit…

I just…

The three stood before Pan Meifeng. She nodded:
"You three aren't too badly injured, are you?"

Long Aotian touched his ribs and said weakly:
"Not… not really. I just… broke two ribs."

Zhao Ritian rubbed his shoulder and muttered:
"Same here. Just a minor fracture in my shoulder."

Lu Chengwen rubbed his throat:
"My throat's a bit sore."

The other two turned their heads simultaneously, glaring at Lu Chengwen.

Seriously? they thought. You're comparing a sore throat to us? We're covered in injuries with broken bones!

Pan Meifeng looked at Lu Chengwen with concern:
"Little Lu, is your throat alright?"

"It's okay, Master's Wife. Just a bit dry from cheering them on earlier."

Pan Meifeng said:
"Luo Shiyin, go fetch some water for Lu Chengwen."

"Okay," Luo Shiyin obediently went to get water.

Pan Meifeng held Lu Chengwen's hand:
"Take care of your throat. It's important!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Stop worrying about how they fight. Let them fight however they want. Why do you care so much?"

"They're brothers. I can't help but care."

Pan Meifeng smiled approvingly, "You're just like your master—loyal and righteous."

Zhao Ritian couldn't take it anymore. "Senior, loyalty and righteousness? Him? Seriously?"

Pan Meifeng glared at him, "And what about you? Does loyalty and righteousness have anything to do with you?"

Zhao Ritian was stunned. "I... I…"

Pan Meifeng continued, "I let you spar, and you aim to kill. Are you trying to take lives?"

Zhao Ritian pointed at Long Aotian with wide eyes, "He was trying to kill me too! He had murderous intent just now!"

Pan Meifeng snapped, "Both of you, shut up! Talented, sure, but you both have this 'I'm the center of the universe' mindset. As if every good thing in this world belongs to you."

"You think just because your fists are strong, you can take whatever you want, rob whatever you please!"

"Always going on about being 'decisive in killing,' 'no sanctimonious behavior,' or 'survival of the fittest'…"

"People like you are a menace to society!"

"If not for Lu Chengwen's sake, I'd slap both of you into the ground!"

Lu Chengwen stood to the side:

[Actually, you don't need to care so much about saving face for me.]

Qi Meishao shot a vicious glare at Lu Chengwen.

Lu Chengwen felt a chill run down his spine. He turned to look and was startled.

[Why is this dumb girl glaring at me?]

[You deserve it for barging into my room! My game was interrupted because of you!]

[Sigh! I miss Shihan Mei-mei. She's so daring these days, completely uninhibited.]

[When I get back, I'll suggest some roleplay! Yes, I'll be the landlord, and she can't afford rent, so... hehehe.]

Qi Meishao gritted her teeth. "Disgusting!"

Lu Chengwen looked at her, puzzled:

[Hmph! All women are nuts! Hating me out of nowhere!]

[If I'd known, I wouldn't have given her shorts back that day. Let her face the world as-is!]

Just as Qi Meishao was about to explode, Luo Shiyin returned with water. "Lu... Chengwen, here's some water."

Lu Chengwen walked over, deliberately brushing her hand as he took the glass.

With a sugary tone, he said, "Thank you, Shiyin Meimei."

Luo Shiyin blushed furiously and quickly withdrew her hand as if it had been shocked.

Lu Chengwen, sipping water, grinned at her.

[This girl is too pure!]

[And her skills, amazing! Such aptitude!]

[The first time, she was so shy. The second time, completely opened up!]

[The third time—wow! It was like she was teaching me!]

Luo Shiyin kept her head down, her heart racing with embarrassment.

You jerk! Stop with your dirty thoughts! Meishao and I can both hear you!

How am I supposed to face people after this?

"Shoo, shoo, don't loiter around Meishao and me!"

Reluctantly, Lu Chengwen turned away.

[But she still likes her young master. Sigh!]

Watching him leave, Luo Shiyin felt a pang of sadness as she listened to his thoughts.

Does he like me?

Does he really like me?

Is it genuine?

Does he... not mind who I am?

Lowering her gaze, she thought: You don't lack women. What am I to you?

To you, I'm just a tainted woman, aren't I?

Raising her head to look at his retreating figure, Luo Shiyin sighed deeply.

There's no way for us.

He only sees me as a tool to detoxify himself. He'd never want someone like me to stay by his side.

He prefers girls like Leng Qingqiu or Xu Xuejiao, who are competent and have clean reputations. Or obedient girls like Xue Ning and Jiang Shihan.

What am I?

Qi Meishao nudged her. "I've decided. I'm going to kill Lu Chengwen!"

"What? Why?"

"For the young master! And for you!"

"No, don't!"

"Why not?" Now it was Qi Meishao's turn to ask, "Don't tell me you actually like him?"

"Oh, come on, I don't!"

"Then why stop me?"

"Because…" Luo Shiyin's mind was a mess. She could tell Qi Meishao was dead serious.

Qi Meishao declared firmly, "I can't let this continue. You and Lu Chengwen—there must be an end to this!"

Luo Shiyin grabbed her hand. "I… The young master has his reasons for keeping him alive."

"I don't care! For you, I must kill him!"

Luo Shiyin didn't know how to respond. After racking her brain, she finally said, "Even if you kill him, it won't change anything. I've already… been taken advantage of by him."

"Which is all the more reason he must die!" Qi Meishao exclaimed. "If he's dead, you'll still be pure, forever!"

"No… that's… but it's not entirely his fault either!"

"I don't care! He has to die! He's messed up everything!"

Luo Shiyin said sadly, "Are you really set on killing him?"

"Yes! My decision is made!"

Luo Shiyin sighed, "Can you wait until we return to Snow City? Let me… do it myself?"

"You swear?"

Luo Shiyin nodded reluctantly.

Qi Meishao nodded back, "Fine! When we're back in Snow City, we'll act together. I'll keep Hua Xuening occupied while you deal with Lu Chengwen. Then, kill him!"

"And if you can't go through with it, I will!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Of course…"

Nearby, Lu Chengwen knelt on one knee, holding the massive meteorite ice crystal with sheer delight.

Pan Meifeng announced, "The final challenge…"

Standing tall, the petite Pan Meifeng exuded a commanding aura of over 1.8 meters, facing the wind.

"A competition… of seduction."

The three men tilted their heads in unison. "Huh?"

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