Opposite Chen Fenghua stood a sowhat familiar-looking young man.
This is...
"Zhang Beixing?"
Among the Chen Family descendants who rushed over, soone recognized Zhang Beixing and imdiately whispered.
Then they grew sowhat confused. What seed to be missing from the scene? Where was the tiger that had roared just monts ago?
The Chen Family descendants searched the hall, trying to find any trace of the tiger.
As they searched, HISS...
After a long silence, Elder Chen sharply inhaled, as if waking from a dream.
He shot to his feet.
Taking two steps at a ti, he quickly approached Zhang Beixing, interrupting their sparring.
Elder Chen scrutinized Zhang Beixing, the shock on his face impossible to conceal. "What sound did you just make?"
"Just... a tiger’s roar. What’s wrong?" Zhang Beixing asked, sowhat puzzled.
Isn’t it obvious?
"How is this possible!" Elder Chen’s eyes, wide as a tiger’s, bulged with disbelief.
Seeing him like this, Zhang Beixing was rather baffled. He couldn’t understand why things had suddenly taken such a turn.
It was just a tiger’s roar. Was it really that serious?
Zhang Beixing looked at Elder Chen in confusion.
Noticing Zhang Beixing’s expression, Elder Chen realized his own reaction had been sowhat excessive. So he took a few deep breaths, patted Zhang Beixing’s shoulder, and said, "My apologies, young nephew. I overreacted a bit... Please, continue. I won’t disturb you."
With that, he turned and returned to the main seat.
Seeing Elder Chen’s behavior, Zhang Beixing scratched his head, still not quite grasping what was happening. But he didn’t dwell on it; his priority was still the spar with Chen Fenghua.
Zhang Beixing focused his gaze on the distracted Chen Fenghua, regulating his breath.
"ROAR!"
As a tiger’s roar erupted from within him, Zhang Beixing threw a punch.
"THUMP!"
A dull thud followed. The distracted Chen Fenghua was struck hard, his body instantly doubling over. The sudden pain made Chen Fenghua grimace as he rembered he was in a sparring match with Zhang Beixing.
"You brat! Is this how you treat your future father-in-law?! You..."
Before he could finish, he heard the sound of turbulent rivers surging from within Zhang Beixing, and another punch ca flying.
Seeing this, Chen Fenghua’s expression changed drastically. He hurriedly raised his hands to block and tried to counterattack.
Then...
"ROAR!"
"BOOM!"
"WHOOSH~~"
Zhang Beixing’s techniques constantly shifted. For a mont, the sounds of tiger roars, rolling thunder, and rushing rivers were incessant!
Hearing such noises, the Chen Family descendants outside the reception hall were shocked. They stood dumbfounded, watching Zhang Beixing in the reception hall. Every move he made was accompanied by the sounds of Tiger Roar and Rolling Thunder, and the gushing of rivers, their faces etched with bewildernt.
Clearly, such an extraordinary scene dealt a significant shock to their young minds.
But at that mont, the most astonished of all was still Elder Chen.
As a grandmaster of the Northern Sect’s Eight Pieces of Brocade, Elder Chen’s understanding of it was unparalleled in the Great Xia of today. Yet, watching Zhang Beixing use the Northern Sect’s Eight Pieces of Brocade against Chen Fenghua, Elder Chen was utterly stupefied. It was as if he had just been touched by Nangong Wenya; his mind went completely blank.
Why does his fart sound louder than mine? No, that’s not it! Why is his Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound so loud? Why? WHY?!
Elder Chen just stared blankly at Zhang Beixing, utterly speechless. The main issue was that Elder Chen truly didn’t know what to say. He had lived for so many years and had never witnessed such a bizarre spectacle!
The kid throws a punch, and a tiger’s roar erupts. Fine. But besides the tiger’s roar, there are also sounds of thunder and rushing rivers! How on earth did he do that?
Elder Chen was deeply puzzled. He looked at Zhang Beixing, his gaze filled with suspicion, even wondering if Zhang Beixing was so kind of monster in human skin!
Seeing Elder Chen in such a horrified and somber state, Liu Yi, who was beside him, narrowed his eyes, imnsely pleased. From the Chen Family’s confident deanor earlier, Liu Yi had deduced that they hadn’t taken Zhang Beixing’s practice video seriously. Therefore, he had been eagerly anticipating their reaction upon discovering the video was real.
And indeed, Liu Yi’s anticipation hadn’t been in vain. Their reactions were just as he’d expected, mirroring his own when he first learned the truth—perhaps they were even more overwheld than he had been!
Witnessing Elder Chen’s bewildered and unworldly expression after Zhang Beixing finished his demonstration, Liu Yi felt a surge of dark satisfaction! He conveniently forgot, however, that Zhang Beixing’s ability to master the Northern Sect’s Eight Pieces of Brocade to such a level had very little to do with him. After all, Liu Yi had rely brought Zhang Beixing to the Chen Family to et Elder Chen, introducing him to the Northern Sect’s Eight Pieces of Brocade. The rest was entirely due to Zhang Beixing’s own efforts and exploration.
While Liu Yi was secretly reveling, enjoying the Chen Family’s predicant, a middle-aged military man who had just arrived outside the reception hall found the sounds perplexing. He could hear the Tiger Roar and Rolling Thunder, and the rushing of rivers emanating from within.
Earlier, there was only the tiger’s roar, he thought. Why now, seemingly out of nowhere, are there so many other strange sounds?
"What’s going on here?" he muttered, thoroughly puzzled, and couldn’t help but quicken his pace.
Soon, he and his driver, Little Wang, reached the door of the reception hall.
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