Female Partner Became Popular in a Love Show - Chapter 147

[When will Ruan Qiu come out?]

[Just wait, they need to finish this opening introduction first.]

[I didn’t know there were so many cold weapons in ancient times. I feel embarrassed; my only knowledge of cold weapons is the Green Dragon Crescent Blade…]

[This Nine-Section Whip is so cool, wow! The introduction says it’s a soft weapon and can also be used as a concealed weapon. I’m really tempted!]

[Wow, the weapons here are sharpened! Did you see that? Just now, that person’s sword sliced through the clothing of the person in front of him!]

Later, after seeing this comment, the staff quickly added on screen that all the participants had obtained permits, and they guaranteed the guests’ safety.

Foreign viewers were also amazed, looking at the various weapons on stage during the opening ceremony, reigniting their dreams of martial arts. They wished they could jump into the screen right now to learn the craft.

Ruan Qiu sat in the audience, watching the man on stage swing his sword with great effort. She felt that his movements looked very familiar, similar to the sword techniques she had learned, but with subtle differences.

Before she had time to think more, she was called onto the stage.

The male and female hosts both blushed the moment they saw her, stumbling over their words. The female host finally said to Ruan Qiu, “Welcome, Ruan Qiu, to our live program. Before we start this round of competition, I have a small question to ask you, is that okay?”

“Sure.” Ruan Qiu already knew what the female host wanted to ask; it was part of their pre-rehearsed script, so of course, she wouldn’t refuse.

“Great.” The host smiled, “Ruan Qiu, what is your weapon of choice?”

Here it came.

In the central guest area, Zheng Jiu sat up straight, leaning forward, eyes wide and focused as he listened to Ruan Qiu’s answer, “Sword, long sword.”

[Ruan Ruan looks so beautiful today, sob, I love you, my wife!]

[I guessed it would be a sword! Last time, Ruan Ruan used a sword at the K Family fashion show; it was so cool!]

[Quick, record this! I want to post this video online to show the world how amazing our Ruan Ruan is!]

The host was not surprised by Ruan Qiu’s answer, but when they saw the sword that the staff brought out, both hosts’ eyes widened in shock, and they couldn’t help but glance at Zheng Jiu in the audience.

This was…

This was the ancestral sword of the Zheng family>

Even if Ruan Qiu was skilled, Chairman Zheng shouldn’t have invested so much. Was Chairman Zheng crazy?!

Zheng Jiu ignored their expressions, still staring at Ruan Qiu. He noticed she had no special reaction, and her grip on the sword was different from how they in the Zheng family held it, leading to a slight disappointment as he lowered his head.

She didn’t recognize their family’s ancestral sword, so she and his brother might not have a legitimate master-disciple relationship. Or perhaps she didn’t even know his missing brother; maybe he had made a mistake.

[Huh? Why aren’t they speaking?]

[Are they scared by the sword? To be honest, that sword does look fierce, the kind that’s killed many people…]

[Ugh, don’t say that; I’m getting goosebumps.]

[Is Ruan Qiu really going to use this sword for the next segment? The first event is… chopping wood??]

The staff below cleared their throats a few times to remind the hosts, who finally snapped out of their shock, turning to Ruan Qiu. “Alright, please take this sword and compete in the first round against our other contestant.”

The camera turned to the other side of the stage, where a muscular man, looking like a small mountain, slowly walked towards the stage, carrying a large knife that gleamed with a cold light. Each step he took made the ground tremble slightly, showcasing just how heavy he was!

The viewers were stunned and the live comments stopped.

Viewers glanced at the petite Ruan Qiu, then back at the massive man, feeling as though he could knock Ruan Qiu away with a single blow. They couldn’t help but worry and flooded the comments with pleas for the show’s producers to ensure safety.

In the audience, Xue Wu, wearing a mask and a hat, snuck into the recording site as Ruan Qiu’s assistant. He looked at the man on stage, his expression darkening.

The female host, seeing that the atmosphere was right, had the staff bring out two sturdy wooden boards and place them in front of Ruan Qiu and the man, saying, “The rules for the first round of competition are: the deeper the mark left on the wooden board, the winner. But each person only gets one chance, meaning you can only strike once with either the sword or the knife.”

“If the contestants are ready, you may begin,” the male host announced.

They didn’t dare to let the contestants make harsh statements before the competition, asking them if they thought they could win. Their show was meant to promote martial arts, so they had to uphold martial ethics and compete peacefully.

Also, what if they did that and Ruan Qiu lost? Then the harsh words would become a joke, and the opposing contestant would mock her. Her fans would tear their program apart, right?

Just look at how intense the comments were already!

[This isn’t fair! Show producers, look at Ruan Qiu’s physique and then at that man’s! This is obviously bullying!]

[If Ruan Qiu can win, I’ll eat my front door.]

[Think positively; what if the opponent goes easy? Then Ruan Qiu can win!]

[It’s not good to fix a match live… Isn’t this show meant to promote martial arts? They shouldn’t undermine their credibility.]

[I believe in Ruan Ruan! Go, Ruan Ruan!]

Although many people were cheering for Ruan Qiu, more did not think she would win.

The reason was simple: the size difference between Ruan Qiu and the man was just too great. Plus, the man’s large knife looked heavy, and it seemed like he could shatter the wooden board with a single strike.

In contrast, Ruan Qiu…

Ruan Qiu held the long sword in her hand and found that it was not as heavy as she had imagined. She adjusted her grip, with her thumb pressed against the sword handle and her four fingers aligned—a classic and simple way to hold a sword.

To the outsiders, especially the audience, it seemed like Ruan Qiu was just casually handling the sword, like a child who had just received a new toy, curiously examining the long sword, poking and prodding, completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

This made the audience even more worried.

At that moment, Ruan Qiu was completely focused on the long sword, oblivious to the rapidly scrolling comments on the big screen. She marveled at the blade, then took a few strands of hair from her ponytail and placed them on the sword’s edge. With a gentle breath, those strands were instantly severed!

Ruan Qiu’s eyes lit up.

This sword was a treasure!

Her movements were sudden and finished quickly. Just as the camera zoomed in, Ruan Qiu had already put her hand down, as if nothing had happened.

The audience was left confused, while Zheng Jiu below was gripping his tea cup tightly, staring intently at Ruan Qiu’s grip on the sword. When he saw her test the sword, he nearly stood up in excitement.

Even if Ruan Qiu wasn’t his brother’s direct disciple, there was definitely some connection between them.