A bustling martial arts competition for marriage instantly drew a large crowd of onlookers with its tense and fierce clashes of blades. A bearded man in his fifties wielded a heavy mountain-splitting broadsword, sweat streaming down his face as he battled his opponent. His opponent, a young girl dressed in black, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, moved with grace and agility. With a sharp sword in her hand, her steps were as light as a dance, and the gleam of her blade fluttered like a butterfly in flight.

Behind the intense duel of the contest lay a deeper scheme between a father and daughter. Using the competition as a facade, they secretly sought to learn their opponents' martial techniques. Yet, beneath the absurdity of the surface, hidden undercurrents of the martial world began to stir...

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"Zhou Xingxing, it's really you!"
He couldn't tell how many people were saying this, making him wonder if they had rehearsed it behind the scenes. Otherwise, how could they speak so in unison?