After the whole Sakata Gintoki incident, Feng Shayan and her brother Feng Xingtong had officially joined their group.
Though everyone was burning with curiosity about how Gintoki and Feng Shayan had ended up together, no one pressed for details. As Gintoki's friends and fellow chat group members, they just wanted him to be happy—and they trusted that someone as sharp as him wouldn't let himself get played.
When the group arrived at the tournament grounds, Zhang Lingyu approached them. He hesitated when he noticed Feng Shayan and Feng Xingtong, outsiders, standing with them.
Su Xiaoqi chuckled. "Don't worry, they're on our side now. Say what you need to say."
Zhang Lingyu glanced at the Feng siblings before speaking. "I've already told the Heavenly Master about… her. He didn't object. What happened with you all last night?"
Su Xiaoqi grinned. "Congrats. I got Hua'er her revenge. Go back and tell her to find an excuse to lure the others into attacking this place as planned. The more, the better—I'll wipe them all out."
Zhang Lingyu nodded. "Understood. Thank you. I owe you one."
Su Xiaoqi waved him off dismissively. "Relax, I didn't do it for you. You think just because you've got a nice ass, I'd be interested?"
Zhang Lingyu's face instantly turned red. Lu Linglong burst out laughing, while Zhu Qing and Tokisaki Kurumi covered their mouths, stifling giggles. Only those who had watched *The Outcast* would get the joke.
Sakata Gintoki nodded sagely. "Exactly. If we're talking about nice asses, can yours compare to Gin-san's? And in every other way, you're not even close. Right, Yanzi?"
Feng Shayan flushed and snapped, "Right my ass! Do you even have any self-awareness? Do I need to spell it out for you?"
"HAHAHA!"
The whole group erupted in laughter. The boastful, show-off Sakata Gintoki had finally met his match in Feng Shayan—and he was in for a rough ride from now on.
Su Xiaoqi patted Zhang Lingyu's shoulder. "Look, we're doing this for our own reasons. Don't overthink it. But there's no way you're making it to the finals against Zhang Chulan now."
Just then, a shameless voice cut in. "Hey, I heard my name from way over there! Thought it was some nobody, but turns out it's you, big bro!"
Zhang Chulan dashed up to Su Xiaoqi, grinning obsequiously. "Big bro, can I ask you for a favor?"
Su Xiaoqi raised an eyebrow. "Depends. What is it?"
Zhang Chulan rubbed his hands together. "Can you, uh, take out all the competitors in my bracket for me? I mean, I *could* beat them with a flick of my finger, but I wanna save my energy for the finals against Linglong."
He quickly added, "Don't worry, I'll forfeit if things get dicey. First place doesn't matter to me—what's important is making sure Linglong doesn't get hurt. Otherwise, if big bro gets mad, the whole planet's toast."
*"What a shameless bastard."* That was the unanimous thought of everyone present.
Su Xiaoqi glanced weirdly at Feng Baobao, who stood beside Zhang Chulan. "Why don't you just ask your 'Baobao-jie' to bury all your opponents for you?"
Feng Baobao replied flatly, "No time. I'm busy figuring out how to deal with you. Once I finish developing my *Awei Twenty Styles*, I'm going to take you head-on."
"Uh…"
Under the strange looks from the girls, Su Xiaoqi felt his soul leave his body. He regretted letting Lu Linglong say that line yesterday—it seemed he'd accidentally corrupted everyone here.
"Y'know what, I'm forfeiting in the first round. Let's just drop this, okay?"
Feng Baobao shook her head. "After I take you head-on, you have to teach me that move from yesterday. Seems like a good way to show off."
She then struck a pose mimicking the Kamehameha, making "ho ho ho" sound effects.
"I'm out."
Su Xiaoqi turned and fled. There was just no reasoning with Feng Baobao.
Sakata Gintoki sighed. "See, Linglong? This is why Gin-san didn't want anything to do with this crazy woman yesterday. There's no talking to her."
Feng Baobao stared at him. "You want to show off too?"
"Gah!" Gintoki instantly shrunk behind Feng Shayan like a frightened quail.
Feng Shayan rolled her eyes. "Why are you scared of this lunatic?"
Gintoki whimpered, "She's insane. Not worth provoking."
As they bickered, the referee's voice rang out: "First match of the elimination round—competitors, enter the arena!"
Instantly, all eyes turned to Lu Linglong. After yesterday's spectacle, the outcome was already decided, but people were still curious if these two would team up for another chaotic stunt.
Lu Linglong looked at Zhu Qing. "I've already earned plenty this time. I want to let Su Xiaoqi take first place."
Zhang Chulan panicked. "Linglong, no! If you do that, what's even the point of the rest of us competing? Might as well just forfeit now!"
Feng Baobao nodded. "Good idea. Then I'll beat Zhang Chulan too and take Su Xiaoqi head-on in the finals."
Zhang Chulan looked like he was about to cry. "Baobao-jie—no, *master*—please don't do this to me. I'll die."
Zhu Qing smiled at Lu Linglong. "No need. We agreed beforehand—you're the protagonist this time. The rest of us are just supporting roles."
She added softly, "If you really want to make it up to him, there'll be plenty of chances later."
Just then, Su Xiaoqi, already standing in the arena, called out to them, "Linglong, what's the hold-up? Get over here!"
Lu Linglong laughed, her earlier hesitation gone. "You're right, Zhuqing. I'm going!"
Tokisaki Kurumi pouted. "Zhuqing, you're so much nicer to others than to me."
Zhu Qing smirked. "Focus on yourself first. Want to spar for real later? I want to test my abilities."
Kurumi shook her head. "No thanks. If I so much as scratch you, darling will probably go Super Saiyan. I'd like to live."
Zhang Chulan blinked. "Uh… what's a Super Saiyan?"
Sakata Gintoki cleared his throat. "Allow Gin-san to educate you. A Super Saiyan is basically a Saiyan, but *super*. And 'super' means—"
**THWACK!**
Feng Shayan punched him in the head. "Get to the point."
Gintoki clutched his skull, teary-eyed. "It means Xiaoqi could blow up this planet with one finger."
"*Holy shit.*"
Zhang Chulan, the Feng siblings, and even Zhang Lingyu gasped in horror. Feng Baobao muttered, "Maybe I should take him from behind instead. Head-on might be tough."
Zhang Chulan looked ready to sob. "Baobao-jie, I'm begging you—drop this 'taking him' idea. We *cannot* afford to piss this guy off."
He turned to Kurumi. "And Miss Tokisaki, please forfeit your match immediately. Do *not* give him a reason to transform."
The moment the first match began, Su Xiaoqi immediately forfeited.
While most had expected this, some in the crowd booed.
Zhang Chulan roared, "SHUT THE HELL UP! If you piss off my big bro, you're all dead!"
Su Xiaoqi smirked, then said calmly, "Anyone who's unhappy can take it up with me *privately* later. But for now—shut your mouths. Or else..."
He gathered an energy sphere in his palm.
The crowd instantly fell silent.
Some quick-thinking spectators even started cheering:
"Big bro's right! If you've got a problem, fight him yourself!"
"Hey, big bro, why don't you and Lu Linglong just get married already? You two are perfect for each other!"
"Yeah! Get married right now! We'll all chip in for the wedding!"
"Marry him! Marry him!"
The chant spread like wildfire. Lu Linglong's face turned crimson, and she stammered, "W-We're not like that! Stop it, or I'll get mad!"
The Heavenly Master chuckled, nudging Lu Jin. "Old Lu, your granddaughter says she's angry, but I bet she's thrilled inside."
Lu Jin huffed, then stood and bellowed, "Enough! This is the *Lu Tian Da Jiao*, not your wedding! If you want to have a wedding night, go get a marriage license first!"
The crowd erupted in laughter. Lu Linglong, now a steaming, blushing mess, fled to the stands.
Su Xiaoqi grinned at the referee. "Well? No wedding candy for you. Hurry up and start the next match."
The referee snapped out of his daze. "R-Right! Second elimination match—competitors, enter the arena!"
As Zhu Qing passed Lu Linglong, she whispered, "Congrats on the wedding."
Kurumi giggled. "Ara~ How does it feel to be a bride? You've lapped us all and taken first place in another category."
Lu Linglong let out a high-pitched whine, her face now resembling a boiling kettle. She was *done*.