Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 11

This kind of setup…

Wei Huan glanced up at Yun Yongzhou, forced a nervous smile, raised his foot—then put it back down again, uncertain.

Yun Yongzhou frowned. “Are you forfeiting?”

“No, no! Not forfeiting,” Wei Huan waved his hands quickly, putting on a silly, naive act. “I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never seen such a powerful demon art before. You’re amazing! Beautiful and kind—wait, no, handsome and kind! I’m officially your number one fan from now on!”

“Hurry up,” Yang Sheng called playfully from nearby. “This is the first time I’ve seen Yongzhou use Light Conjuration to build stairs for someone. You’ve really met someone special.”

Wei Huan gave an awkward laugh. “Right? I think so too.” This was the first time he’d seen Yun Yongzhou being this… nice. It made him suspicious. What had happened in the years he’d been gone? The guy had completely changed.

As he thought, his eyes drifted toward Yun Yongzhou, only to find Yun Yongzhou already staring at him. His slightly narrowed eyes made Wei Huan’s scalp tingle.

Nope. Can’t stall any longer. Wei Huan reminded himself: he was the undefeated stair-climbing champion of the entire demon domain. Now that this boss-level figure had kindly laid down the stairs in front of him, if he didn’t hurry up, he might be met with a light blade to the temple next.

Having figured that out, Wei Huan sprinted up the stairs, landing on the dueling platform. He gave Yun Yongzhou a wink and said cheerfully, “Thanks, referee-bro! You’re the best! You’re my hero!”

Yun Yongzhou withdrew his gaze, his fingers twitching slightly at his side. The golden staircase below disappeared in an instant. He looked straight ahead toward the center of the platform and spoke coldly: “Communication with the referee is prohibited on the dueling platform.”

You’re the one who started it! Wei Huan muttered to himself, turning away with a pout—when suddenly, something small bounced across the platform, then vanished again.

He blinked. Was he seeing things?

Shaking his head to clear it, he finally turned his full attention to his opponent as the countdown timer on the light screen began.

Across the dueling platform stood a petite girl with long, curly brown hair tied into twin tails. A pair of red-and-blue feather earrings swayed with the wind from her ears. Violet demon marks lifted at the corners of her eyes. She wore a lacy pastel blue dress, and the white ribbons on her shoes crisscrossed up to her calves—cute and sweet all over.

Wei Huan, while often unserious, was still something of a gentleman. Facing such a dainty little girl, he really didn’t feel good about making a move. And the more he looked, the more familiar she seemed. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d seen her somewhere before.

The more he stared, the more something felt off. He glanced at the name on the screen: Yang Ling.

Yang Ling…

His body stiffened. He looked down from the platform and spotted Yang Sheng watching from below, hands behind his back.

Wasn’t Yang Ling that guy’s little sister?!

Wei Huan’s scalp went numb. His opponent this round… was his best bro’s kid sister.

No wonder. No wonder Yang Sheng had shown up too.

“The match is about to begin,” Yun Yongzhou’s voice rang out again, detached and cold. “Contestant, focus.”

Wei Huan felt like he’d just taken an arrow to the back. He immediately turned his head away from Yang Sheng. When he’d left, Yang Ling had only come up to his waist. Now in the blink of an eye, she’d grown so much.

He glanced up at Yun Yongzhou standing on the referee’s platform, then back down at Yang Sheng. The chill in his heart deepened.

The referee was his former archrival. His best bro—and now opponent’s big brother—was watching from below. Both knew his fighting style inside and out. If he slipped up even a little, they’d notice. And to make things worse, his opponent was his honorary little sister—he couldn’t even go full force.

Lost in his tangled thoughts, Wei Huan completely missed the countdown. It wasn’t until Yun Yongzhou said “Begin” that he snapped out of it. But in just those few seconds, his “cute” opponent had already sprinted up to him, her delicate hands reaching straight for his throat.

“Sh*t!” Wei Huan flinched, ducking and grabbing Yang Ling’s wrist. Her feather earrings brushed against his cheek, tickling slightly—then a sudden warning blared in his mind.

He ducked under her arm and rolled to the back of the platform, just barely avoiding being knocked off the edge. Hands on his knees, he panted, “Hey, little lady, why so eager? Didn’t even warm up! That’s how you pull a muscle.”

Yang Ling spun quickly, fists raised at her chest, staring at him with disdain.

Seeing her fiery energy, Wei Huan laughed nervously and made a calming gesture. “Don’t get worked up—slow and steady…”

“Shut it!”

Her voice was sweet and crisp—but her tone was fierce.

Wei Huan was stunned. “Girls these days are so aggressive! No guy’s gonna dare hit on you like this.”

“Look at that cute little dress—can’t we have a nice, ladylike sparring match?” He started backing away. “Honestly, you shouldn’t have worn a dress today. What if you make a big move and flash someone? I mean, I would never—”

With a loud rip, Yang Ling tore off the hem of her skirt and tossed it aside, revealing blue court-style shorts underneath.

“What the h*ll?”

Wei Huan was stunned. “Wow… that design is… impressive.”

Yang Ling furrowed her brows. “I hate people who talk too much. Watch how I deal with you today!” She was light on her feet, and her attack came faster than expected. In a blink, the distance between them vanished again. Her right leg lifted high and came swinging in a side kick, aiming directly at Wei Huan’s sternum.

Was this really Yang Sheng’s blood sister? They were nothing alike—she was basically a berserker in a loli’s body.

There was no time to think. Wei Huan stepped back with his right foot and raised his arm to block the kick. The force of her leg shocked him—much stronger than expected. A dull ache surged through his arm, leaving half his body tingling.

Seeing Wei Huan casually shaking out his arm like it didn’t matter only made Yang Ling more furious. She withdrew her leg and looked like she was about to strike with her hand. Wei Huan recognized the move instantly and beat her to it, swinging a knife-hand chop at her neck. But the girl blocked it with a raised arm.

Yo—pretty fast reflexes.

The chop failed. Yang Ling’s left leg lifted and smashed into Wei Huan’s lower abdomen.

“Hey hey, aren’t you being a bit too harsh? I still need to carry on the family line, you know.” Wei Huan quickly crossed his arms to block her kick.

But the next second, Yang Ling leapt up and raised her right leg high. There was a faint whooshing sound in the air—her heel, tied with a delicate bow, was about to slam into Wei Huan’s shoulder socket.

She wasn’t giving him a single breath to catch.

Wei Huan dodged with a sidestep, pulling his right foot back and simultaneously aiming a punch at her jaw. But he underestimated his kid sister’s close-combat skills—his punch was blocked swiftly and precisely by her right arm.

“You?” Yang Ling raised an eyebrow, her pretty face filled with contempt. She showed no restraint and only had one thing on her mind: to win. She didn’t even see the human boy in front of her as an opponent. After deflecting his punch, she launched a fierce right side-kick, slamming it squarely into Wei Huan’s stomach.

“You might as well surrender now,” Yang Ling lifted her chin proudly, “so people won’t say I bullied a human.”

Honestly speaking, this human body really couldn’t take much. Wei Huan clutched his stomach and fell back hard, sliding across the black section of the taiji diagram on the dueling platform. He skidded a long way before he finally stopped and barely stood upright.

Human bodies really weren’t built for combat. And perhaps the effect of that floating fruit juice had worn off—he didn’t feel as light on his feet anymore.

Yang Ling crossed her arms and stood proudly. “If you won’t surrender, then be prepared to get wrecked.”

That kick had definitely packed a punch—easily eighty percent of her strength. Wei Huan felt a wave of metallic sweetness rise up his throat, and a trickle of warm liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth.

“Honestly,” Wei Huan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then looked up and smiled at the bratty Yang Ling, “I’m really not afraid of dying.”

Yun Yongzhou, who had been silently observing from the referee’s stand, narrowed his eyes. He silently watched this stubborn human teen.

But to Yang Ling, his words sounded like provocation. She inhaled sharply. “I was taught never to bully the weak—but if you insist on being annoying, don’t blame me for what comes next!”

As soon as she spoke, she launched into a flurry of rapid kicks. Wei Huan blocked and dodged left and right, gradually pushed onto the defensive.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t fight back—Yang Ling was just too aggressive. In this kind of close-range barrage, one misstep in retaliation could lead to overexertion. And worse—if he counterattacked and exchanged several blows with someone as skilled as Yang Ling, Yun Yongzhou or Yang Sheng below might pick up on his combat style.

If only he’d known earlier that his little sister had grown up to be such a fierce little menace, he’d have straightened her out long ago. Spoiled rotten by her big brother, the little Bi Fang bird was acting more like a tiger cub now.

Their duel got faster and faster—punches, front kicks, elbow strikes, sweeps—each move lightning-quick, rapid and relentless. Not wanting to expose himself, Wei Huan gave up his usual counterattack-into-combo approach and instead used redirection techniques to softly neutralize her strikes, playing it safe and conservative.

Even so, Yun Yongzhou on the referee’s stand still sensed something odd.

To the other demons watching, this human only seemed slightly above average—just a bit better than his kind thanks to some training. But to those who looked closely, his few offensive moves were all retracted just in time, with terrifyingly precise control. He was clearly holding back—deliberately going easy.

He had made it to this round by overwhelming his past opponents with speed and decisive attacks. He clearly came here aiming to advance, and knew what his strengths were.

Yun Yongzhou glanced at the floating hourglass in the sky—there wasn’t much time left in the first half.

His eyes drifted back to Wei Huan’s face, dark and unreadable. Why was he holding back now, when facing a real opponent? If he kept this up, he’d lose the only advantage he had.

But the spectators weren’t as sharp-eyed. All they saw was Yang Ling dominating, and Wei Huan doing nothing but defend and dodge. The situation matched their expectations.

“Knew it. Just a human. We overestimated him. Lucky he even made it this far.”

“Exactly. Look who he faced before—and now look at who he’s up against. I heard the Yang family’s youngest daughter is as good at close combat as her brother.”

“Still, getting to this round is impressive enough. A human is a human—lower-tier in both strength and endurance.”

That word—lower-tier—hit a nerve deep inside Wei Huan. He couldn’t explain why. Technically, they were talking about humans—and he wasn’t one—but hearing it still rubbed him the wrong way.

Everyone in this world fought to survive. No one deserved to be looked down on from birth.

Yang Ling’s attacks were fluid and precise. Based on her predictions, the human boy wouldn’t last much longer and would soon be knocked off the dueling platform. But she hated dragging things out, so she leapt into the air, aiming to end it with a direct front kick that would send him flying.

Wei Huan, still on the defensive, dodged again. Yang Ling had anticipated that. As she landed, she immediately switched to a left side-kick, targeting Wei Huan’s abdomen—intending to kick him clean off the platform and end this boring match once and for all.

“Sorry.”

Yang Ling’s heart skipped a beat. She saw Wei Huan block her leg strike, then suddenly spin around and kick her in the lower back with his left foot. Though he hadn’t used full strength, the unexpected attack caught her off guard. She stumbled forward, falling to one knee, a dull ache spreading from her back.

What she didn’t know was that, after repeatedly blocking and defending, Wei Huan had already seen through her patterns. He’d pretended to be overwhelmed, retreating step by step to lure Yang Ling into an aggressive chase. He had calculated that after her right-leg side kick, she would definitely follow up with her left leg—so he deliberately blocked and baited her into exposing her lower back.

After all, compared to other vital areas, an injury to the waist was relatively minor.

“I wasn’t planning on hitting you.” Wei Huan withdrew his leg, toe resting on the ground as he rotated his ankle slightly.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. The wind lifted his bangs, and his eyes carried the fierce energy of youth.

“But who’s willing to accept being a lesser creature?”