My Superpower Is Kind of Cute

Chapter 47: Dealing with the Defiant

“My right hand?” I asked tentatively. After all, this “Qilin Arm” was the only presentable part of my body, and I was worried he might pull some cheap trick like, “Then let’s use our left hands for the duel.” “Fine.” Yang Shengkun wasn’t as malicious as I’d imagined. Perhaps, in his mind, I wasn’t even worthy of him resorting to trickery. He tucked his left hand away, rested his right arm on the table, held out his hand toward me, and looked at me with a mischievous glint, signaling that I could start at any moment. I slowly raised my right hand, glanced at my palm, and wore a somewhat complicated expression. “Hurry up,” Yang Shengkun said, whistling as he grew impatient. In the end, I reached out my hand. The moment it touched Yang Shengkun’s palm, I felt an invisible force constantly overwhelming me, pressing down so hard I could barely breathe. His hand was as unshakable as a towering mountain. At that moment, I had only one thought: I was bound to lose. Seeing my hesitation, Yang Shengkun smiled even more brightly. Qi Yun gently patted my shoulder and whispered, “Don’t worry. Don’t think about anything. Just feel it with your heart. There’s boundless energy in your arm, slowly igniting.” I don’t know if it was a placebo effect or something else, but after hearing Qi Yun’s nonsense, I actually felt my arm start to grow slightly warm. A surge of spiritual energy was constantly flowing into my arm, responding to the commands of my subconscious. “Can we start now?” Yang Shengkun glanced at Bai Ling. Bai Ling had originally intended to ask for my opinion, but upon seeing the utterly despondent look on my face, she abandoned the idea and nodded to signal the start. Yang Shengkun wasn’t in a hurry to act. He looked at me with a slightly provocative expression, jutted out his chin, and pulled a face, gesturing for me to go first. I didn’t hold back, using seventy percent of my strength, but I couldn’t budge him even the slightest bit. He took in every move I made. Now, Yang Shengkun grew even more nonchalant—winking at Bai Qiaqiao while pulling out his phone with his left hand to check the time, making it clear he didn’t take this seriously at all. The onlookers, too, wore a hint of contempt in their expressions, as if the outcome were already a foregone conclusion. At that point, I started to lose my temper. No matter how thick-skinned I was, I couldn’t stand such humiliation. Instantly, I gave it my all—but still, nothing changed. Right then, I really wanted to merge with Qi Yun on the spot and beat him to a pulp. “Mengmeng, don’t get flustered. Keep this up—you’re doing great. You’re so close.” Qi Yun pressed down on my shoulder as I tried to stand up and patted my right arm. That little pat from him calmed me down considerably. I took a deep breath, reined in the brute force I’d just unleashed, and began to sense the energy within my arm again. Gradually,I noticed that my arm felt slightly different. The sensation from yesterday had returned—but unlike yesterday, when I’d thrown that punch against Bai Ling unconsciously, now I could clearly sense the energy and control it. It was no longer beyond my control like before. I stared at Yang Shengkun. At that very moment, the mountain blocking my path had already crumbled. Yang Shengkun also sensed something was off. He dropped his playful demeanor, furrowed his brow slightly, and looked at me. He tensed his arm, intending to put an end to this farce and settle things with me quickly. According to his expectations, in the next second I should have let out a cry of pain, clutched my hand, and rolled two and a half times on the ground—ready to be sent straight to the hospital. But of course, things weren’t as simple as he imagined. My arm remained firmly planted and unyielding. A flicker of shock crossed Yang Shengkun’s brow, and he immediately increased his force, determined to snap my arm. He was pulling so hard that even from across the table, I could see faint red sparks flickering around him. No need to guess—this jerk had definitely tapped into his spiritual energy too. The table couldn’t even withstand the violent shaking. I remained completely unfazed. As the saying goes, “Let him be as strong as he will; the gentle breeze still caresses the mountain ridge.” It seemed my spiritual realm had also reached a new level. Seeing Yang Shengkun looking as if he were suffering from constipation, even a fool could tell what was going on. Instantly, the entire room erupted in an uproar; everyone stared at me in astonishment. Even Bai Qiaqiao furrowed her brow slightly, while Bai Ling wore a smile. “Impossible!” Yang Shengkun’s face had turned the color of a pig’s liver as he let out a shout of disbelief. I didn’t think his arm had much strength, but that shout startled me. My hand twitched involuntarily, and I instinctively gripped even tighter. Yang Shengkun couldn’t take it anymore; he grimaced in pain, on the verge of slamming his fist on the table and conceding defeat. I snapped back to my senses. The situation was now crystal clear, and I had no desire to keep fighting him. With a sudden burst of strength, I effortlessly pinned his arm down on the table, securing the victory. Facing this moment, I felt no emotion whatsoever—I even felt like taking a nap. Yang Shengkun slumped in his chair, still unwilling to accept this outcome. He couldn’t figure out why I’d suddenly changed so much. If he’d gone all out from the start, I would’ve definitely lost. His mistake was that he’d underestimated me. Throughout history, villains have often met their end because they took their enemies lightly—and there’s certainly truth to that. I stood up, flicked my sleeves, clasped my hands together, and said softly, “You’ve been too kind, too kind.” Bai Ling stood beside me, looked around, and asked, “Does anyone have any objections now?” Seeing them all shake their heads, he naturally tossed the badge to me. I didn’t even glance at it; I just tossed it straight into my pocket. “Did you use some kind of gadget?” Yang Shengkun caught his breath, stepped in front of me, and stared intently, his face full of resentment. “Or did you take some kind of drug?” “You’d have to be sick to take medicine.” I thought this guy was being a real pain in the neck. At a moment like this, a Dragonfly Captain should appear, shout “Losers, clear the floor!” —and then he’d vanish from here. Bai Ling pushed him aside. “Are you done causing a scene? Let’s wrap up today’s meeting. Everyone, dismiss.” She motioned for Geng Dong to come over and carry all this stuff back. Yang Shengkun stood there dazed and dejected, not uttering a word. Qi Yunle watched him make a fool of himself, hovering around him and observing him intently. I didn’t pay him any mind—after all, no one else would ever see this weirdo. I gave Bai Ling a questioning look, asking if I could go home. “Don’t you want to stick around a bit longer? There’s food here, too.” I flatly refused, “No, thanks.” With that, I headed straight for the exit. Bai Ling walked me to the parking lot, and only after I pleaded with him repeatedly did he give up on the idea of driving me home. Before leaving, Bai Ling sent me a copy of the guild’s rules via his phone. When I saw it was 250 pages long, I deleted it right away while he wasn’t looking… On the taxi ride home, I sat in the back seat and quietly asked Qi Yun why there had been such a drastic change today. Even now, I could still feel the energy in my arm—it was exactly the same as when Qi Yun and I merged back then, only slightly weaker now. “Don’t you know yet? The spiritual energy in your arm has awakened, and you can control it. But it’ll take some time to use it properly. Once you get the hang of it, there won’t be any cooldown.” “Oh,” I replied, not giving it much thought. Since Qi Yun hadn’t told me how to master it, I couldn’t be bothered to ask. Technically, he was supposed to be my master, but in reality, he was just letting me fend for myself.