The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 14: Fighting in the arena? That's too childish.

Chen Siya and the other two exchanged glances and whispered, "We've run into that guy again. What's he doing standing at my door?"

Jiang Hao shook his head and said, "I don't know! What you just said... is it all true?"

Chen Siya nodded: "I'm sure that scary old lady exists, but I don't know where she went or what happened to her. Anyway, this country bumpkin is also very strange."

"Stop talking about him, he's looking over here." Qi Qi felt uncomfortable and tugged at Chen Siya. "It seems like something happened at your martial arts school, let's go in quickly."

As they spoke, the three of them hurried toward the entrance of the martial arts school.

Zhou Fengchen felt very depressed. This was not the scene he had imagined in the farmhouse, where his parents, siblings, and grandparents would all be at home, and after he revealed his identity, they would all hug each other and cry.

What the heck is this martial arts gym? What's going on inside? And how did these three people get here too?

Seeing the three about to enter the gate, Zhou Fengchen quickly stopped them and asked, "Excuse me, is this place...?"

"Get away from me!"

Qi Qi was about to cry. Before he could finish speaking, she shouted and pulled the other two inside.

"Well!"

Zhou Fengchen smacked his lips, walked to the door where a middle-aged man with an umbrella stood, and said, "Uncle, over here..."

"Don't talk," the middle-aged man said impatiently. "There's a fight going on inside."

"Damn it!" Zhou Fengchen cursed under his breath, pushing his way through the crowd.

The courtyard was packed with people, all holding umbrellas and standing silently, the rain pattering softly on them.

In the very center of the courtyard stood a fighting ring, where two young men were locked in a fierce battle. On either side of the ring sat a row of people, with some holding umbrellas behind them, who seemed to be people of high status.

Chen Siya and her two companions walked to the inner row, where an old man with a full head of silver hair in the middle was also staring intently at the arena.

"Excuse me..."

"Shut up!"

"Excuse me, is this place...?"

"Don't speak!"

"Hello, sister!"

"roll!"

"Sir, you..."

"Look at the ring! Look at the ring!"

Zhou Fengchen asked around, but no one was willing to talk to him. He was furious. What kind of situation was this?

He forced himself to look at the arena, and upon seeing it, he couldn't help but purse his lips. This was a martial arts competition? It was like children playing house.

The two people on the stage, one dressed in black and the other in white. The one in black had a long braid like a Qing Dynasty person, a donkey-like face, and was very fast and strong. The one in white had a face full of acne and was more gentle and steady in his movements.

"The one in black is using the Sanda style of brute force and speed, but he's terrible! The one in white can't use stillness to control movement, or use minimal force to deflect a great force. He's even gotten angry and his footwork has become chaotic, making him even worse! The one in white is going to lose!" Zhou Fengchen mimicked his father's tone and couldn't help but sigh.

Seven or eight people around him looked at him curiously and asked in unison, "What did you say?"

Zhou Fengchen ignored them and softly counted, "Five, four, three, two, one! Down!"

Bang! The man in white on the stage slipped and was kicked away by the man in black, unable to get up for a long time.

"Wow!" The way the seven or eight people looked at Zhou Fengchen changed instantly.

The man in black on the stage clasped his hands in a salute and said smugly, "You've conceded!"

"Great!" A group of people dressed in black and sitting on chairs behind him cheered loudly.

The group of people dressed in white sitting in chairs opposite Chen Siya looked very grim. The old man in front of Chen Siya sighed and said, "Except for Azhen who barely won one match, they lost all nine other matches. Ancient martial arts have been stuck in routines for years and lack real combat experience. They are no match for free fighting."

An old man next to him nodded and said, "Old Chen, we don't care about winning, we just want to get out of this situation today!"

Old Chen nodded, his face full of disappointment.

Chen Siya pouted and said, "Grandpa, stop fighting all the time. It's too rough. We learn martial arts to improve our health, not to fight."

Old Chen patted her hand affectionately and said, "Little girl, you wouldn't understand!"

"Chenyuan Martial Arts School! Send up someone who's actually skilled, not just all show and no substance who can't take a real beating!"

The man on the stage laughed loudly, his words full of provocation, and the group of people behind him also laughed arrogantly.

Old Chen's face turned ashen with anger. A middle-aged man beside him quickly said, "Master, don't be angry. This man is Jiang Suoshen's first disciple, and he's incredibly strong. Why don't I go up and spar with him?"

"Nonsense!" Old Chen slammed his hand on the armrest. "We martial artists value seniority. Master Jiang Suoshen's Shaolin lineage is of the same generation as me, and you're of the same generation as him. If you go up and fight his disciple now, even if you win, it won't be honorable. What if you lose? Where would I put my old face then?"

The middle-aged man fell silent.

Old Chen sighed again, "Let Aqing and the others go up, let's see if they can win!"

Once the order was given, a group of indignant boys and girls dressed in white stepped onto the stage. The two sides greeted each other and began to fight!

"What about this time? What about this time?"

Seven or eight people in the crowd were martial arts enthusiasts. Seeing that Zhou Fengchen's analysis was so logical and his guesses were so accurate, they couldn't help but ask him to make another analysis and judgment.

Zhou Fengchen blinked and said, "It's like this, I wanted to ask if anyone here has a lost child..."

"What do you mean, a lost child? We'll talk about that later. Let's analyze it first." The seven or eight people showed absolutely no interest in his question.

Zhou Fengchen was already quite impatient. He looked around but couldn't find anyone who looked much like him. He wondered if he had gone to the wrong place. He glanced casually at the arena and said, "The one in white will lose within thirty seconds!"

"Why?" seven or eight people asked in unison.

"This guy in white is all show and no substance, but his footwork is unsteady, his moves are weak, and his body is all over the place! He's no match for the guy in black!" Zhou Fengchen said casually.

Seven or eight people nodded, their eyes fixed on the arena, and began to count softly: "Thirty, twenty-nine...five..."

Snapped!

Sure enough, the white-clad fighter held out for only twenty-five seconds before being knocked off the stage by the black-clad fighter's "Black Tiger Strikes the Heart" move, suffering three consecutive falls.

"Hahaha..." The man in black tossed his long braid, utterly arrogant. "You flatter me, kid!"

"This is outrageous! I'll take you on!" Another man in white jumped onto the ring.

"Dude, you're amazing! How about this time?" The seven or eight people next to Zhou Fengchen asked again.

"Within twenty seconds!"

"Twenty, nineteen...three..."

Snapped!

The white-clad woman lost in seventeen seconds!

……

More than a dozen people dressed in white went up, but none of them could last a minute against those dressed in black. Old Chen and his group were furious, while those dressed in black were overjoyed.

The group of people around Zhou Fengchen were already in awe of him. In more than ten consecutive matches, he had not made a single wrong prediction, and some were even accurate to the second!

This is terrifying! Who is he?

People on the spot noticed his expression was off and started asking him about his background.

"Hey! What do you do? Which martial arts school are you from?"

……

"Who else?" The man in black with a long braid on the stage looked around at the crowd, seemingly invincible.

Old Chen's breathing quickened. The group around him remained silent, while the group opposite him, dressed in black and seated in chairs, looked on with disdain. A bearded man in the middle stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and smiled arrogantly. Just as he was about to speak, someone in the crowd below the stage suddenly shouted, "Me!"

Whoosh! Countless eyes turned to the person who had shouted.

Zhou Fengchen was stunned. He was quite annoyed by the people around him. He had just casually shouted "I" and meant to say "Damn it."