Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

Chapter 593 Su Lingbing once again drew the ire of the entire audience for Bai Yue.

On the other side, where the People's Protection Alliance was located, everyone around them kept their distance, afraid of provoking these hidden and ruthless individuals.

As soon as Bai Yue returned, Zhuang Xiaoye was the first to greet her, a genuine smile on his face as he cupped his hands in praise.

"Young master is truly amazing! He defeated the enemy with a single move, stunning everyone present!!"

Upon hearing this, Rakshasa couldn't help but curl her lips and tease him with a hint of mockery.

"Come on, Xiaoye, stop flattering her. She clearly didn't even have to make a move before that Hu Biao 'subdued' himself."

"Ha ha!"

Bai Yue chuckled twice and scratched her head, because she had already guessed that Hu Biao's behavior was definitely due to Lu Wangyou's efforts.

"Alright, whatever, as long as we win! Our People's Protection Alliance has won all our initial battles, this is definitely a good omen!"

Ming Jingxing took it all in stride, laughing heartily. He then glanced triumphantly at the people still staring at them, his eyes seeming to say, "See? My grandson is just that amazing."

"Sigh, we were lucky this time, running into a 'sensible' Hu Biao. I just hope that Da Zhuang's luck will continue to be this good, otherwise..."

Luosha didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was already clear: if they encountered a tough opponent who was unyielding and insisted on fighting, given Bai Yue's current skill level—which was "even worse than Yuwen Tianle"—the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Don't worry, Aunt Luo, I've always had pretty good luck!"

Bai Yue smiled nonchalantly at Luocha's worries.

"I have a lucky koi body bestowed by heaven, so even if I run into those ignorant fools, they can't do anything to me!"

"That's right! My Dazhuang is the chosen one, Luo girl, don't worry, just applaud and cheer for her!"

Ming Jingxing nodded repeatedly at Bai Yue's statement, while Luocha remained frowning, clearly unconvinced by this "luck theory".

The following rounds of matches fully demonstrated the strength of the People's Protection League.

Zhuang Xiaoye, Hua Muan, and Ling Xuzi finished the battle in just three moves, as if cutting melons and vegetables.

However, compared to the victories won by these three through sheer strength, what everyone was more curious about was the enigmatic Bai Yue. When she went up on stage again to draw lots, everyone listened intently, waiting to see which arena she would be on.

"Bai Dazhuang, member of the Civil Protection League, station number four!"

As soon as the Zixiao Temple disciples finished announcing the arrival of the news, the crowd surged towards Platform Number Four like a tidal wave, forming a dense, impenetrable barrier. Everyone wanted to see for themselves what "strange" thing this "leader of the People's Protection Alliance" would encounter this time.

When Bai Yue stepped onto the ring, her opponent was already waiting there.

He was a fair-skinned, slender young man wearing a faded blue robe. He kept his head down and remained silent, looking timid, as if he hadn't come to compete but rather to join in the fun.

"Oh! Another pretty boy! And a kid who hasn't even grown up yet!"

Upon seeing this, a burst of laughter and discussion erupted from the audience.

"Haha, pretty boy versus pretty boy, this is going to be a good show—ouch!"

Before the man could finish speaking, the boy on the stage suddenly turned his head, flicked his wrist, and sent an iron ball flying through the air, hitting the man's knee precisely!

"Ouch!"

The man's knees buckled, and he stumbled, almost falling flat on his face. He glared angrily at the boy on the stage and cursed.

"You brat, you're asking for it! How dare you ambush me!"

He was about to roll up his sleeves and rush onto the stage to cause trouble when someone next to him shouted at him to stop.

"Stop! How dare you mock Young Master Iron Fan! You're asking for trouble!"

The speaker clearly knew the boy, his tone full of apprehension.

"Young Master Iron Fan?"

The burly man was taken aback, instantly stopping in his tracks. The anger on his face froze, and his tone carried a hint of uncertainty.

"Are you talking about Qin Yue, the Iron Fan Prince, who at the age of fourteen single-handedly wiped out his entire family of enemies with just an iron fan?"

As soon as he said that, the surrounding chatter immediately subsided.

Who doesn't know the name of Qin Yue, the Iron Fan Prince? When he was eight years old, his entire family was wiped out by thieves, and he was the only one who survived by sheer luck.

At the age of fourteen, Qin Yue arrived at the door carrying an iron fan and killed all thirty-odd thieves. He became famous overnight and became a martial arts genius feared by everyone in the martial arts world.

"That's right, who else could it be but him?"

The person next to him lowered their voice, their tone carrying a warning.

"I've heard that Young Master Iron Fan hates being called 'pretty boy' the most, and those who mocked him back then all met a gruesome end..."

The bigger man became more and more frightened upon hearing this. He was just an ordinary wandering swordsman and the last person he wanted to provoke was someone with such a bloodthirsty nature. What if this person held a grudge and hunted him down to the ends of the earth?

"Forget it, this martial arts competition is pointless, I have no interest in watching it!"

The big man dared not linger any longer and quickly slunk out of the crowd, disappearing without a trace.

Those who had originally intended to join in the commotion instantly fell silent. No one had expected that this seemingly frail young man was actually the legendary ruthless and decisive master!

Just then, a graceful figure floated towards the arena. Su Lingbing was wearing a moon-white gauze dress, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting.

"It's Su Lingbing, the master of Cangfeng Pavilion in Suxian Palace!"

A collective gasp of amazement and a chorus of exclamations erupted from the audience.

"Truly worthy of being called the second most beautiful woman in the martial arts world! She is absolutely stunning and captivating!"

"Why is Pavilion Master Su here as a referee? I remember that during Bai Dazhuang's match just now, the referee, Doctor Lu, wasn't a disciple of the Upper Three Sects either?"

Finally, someone noticed something was wrong and began muttering to themselves.

"Hey! Don't you understand? It's probably because the Zixiao Temple is afraid to send ordinary disciples as referees, lest they be intimidated by the tyranny of Old Monster Tianyi and dare not make fair judgments!"

The others curled their lip in disdain, then offered an explanation.

"With their extraordinary status and the backing of powerful sects, Doctor Lu and Pavilion Master Su are naturally not afraid of that old monster causing trouble!"

While the crowd below the stage was buzzing with discussion, Su Lingbing on the stage completely ignored her referee duties and stared intently at Bai Yue with her beautiful, watery eyes.

"Brother Dazhuang!"

That "Big Brother Dazhuang" was tinged with a hint of coquetry, making everyone in the audience melt.

Immediately afterwards, countless envious, jealous, and hateful gazes shot towards Bai Yue like sharp arrows, wishing they could pierce countless holes in her body.