"How was it?" Granny asked casually upon seeing Cyan Dragon return.
"That kid has good character," Cyan Dragon replied slowly.
"I didn't ask about his character, I asked where he learned the Nine Sobbing Palms," Granny asked eagerly.
"He said he learned it from Ying'Er, and I think he doesn't seem like he's lying," Cyan Dragon said thoughtfully.
"How can there be soone in this world who can learn and apply the Ghost Shadow Step and Nine Sobbing Palms into combat just by watching once?" Granny simply couldn't believe it.
"But when I fought with him, I indeed felt that he didn't know it at first. Moreover, it couldn't be such a coincidence that right after I used them, he followed up with the sa moves, be it the Ghost Shadow Step or the Nine Sobbing Palms. It's too mysterious." Although Ren Ying lost, he didn't have a ntality of discontent. The opponent was simply too difficult to fathom.
"Alright, even if I admit that he's a martial arts genius, the Ghost Shadow Step and Nine Sobbing Palms require the Celestial Burning Technique heart thod from the Ren Family to guide them. And the Celestial Burning Technique has never been passed down. Even with your relationship with Chongtian, he didn't teach you." Granny said slowly.
This was indeed the case. Martial arts from the Ren Zhongtian family were generally not taught to outsiders. Yet who would have thought that Ren Zhongtian would pass on over thirty years of power to Xiaofan on his deathbed? And Xiaofan was only using less than ten years of that power right now. If he wanted to fully assimilate those thirty-plus years of power, it would require a period of adaptation.
"Ye Xiaofan, about nineteen years old, from H City. Originally attended H City Seventh Middle School. Due to personal reasons, he didn't take the college entrance exam but ended up going to Mingyuan University in Capital City. If I rember correctly, Grandpa went to H City on business and then passed away there."
At this mont, Ren Ling, who had been silent, slowly spoke.
That one sentence shocked both Granny and Cyan Dragon. A peculiar thought appeared in their minds. Could it be that Ye Xiaofan t Ren Zhongtian? Or perhaps...
The speculations were needless because Ren Zhongtian was already dead. To know the truth, they could only ask Ye Xiaofan directly.
"Ling'Er, how did you find out this information?" Granny turned to look at her granddaughter.
"He saved . I wanted to know what kind of person he is. But he's really amazing; even Brother Ying isn't his match. Last ti, Big Guy won so easily against him, it must have been a fluke," Ren Ling explained with her childish voice.
"Cyan Dragon, if you draw him in tomorrow's match, I'll ask you to test him out," Granny suddenly said to Cyan Dragon.
"Mrs. Ren, I had the sa intention." Cyan Dragon nodded slightly. Whether he is or isn't, this young man is surely one of the outstanding talents of the younger generation. If he can be better developed, his achievents in the future will certainly be greater.
Inside the hotel, our classmate Xiaofan took a cold shower and imdiately collapsed onto the bed. The fatigue left him with no energy at all. At this mont, all he wanted was a good night's sleep.
In fact, this was a symptom of his inner strength being depleted. Having just learned the Nine Sobbing Palms and forcing it into combat almost drained the little inner strength Xiaofan had. However, because of this depletion, the thirty-plus-year inner strength left by Ren Zhongtian could accelerate its flow through Xiaofan's body once again.
Ye Aotian had strengthened Xiaofan's internal ridians, allowing his body to better withstand this trendous inner strength. Otherwise, soaking in the dicinal tub back ho for half a month wouldn't have been just for fun.
Xiaofan had no idea that his body was undergoing significant changes due to the exertion. He just wanted to sleep, and the more he slept, the more comfortable his body felt, making him reluctant to move.
Ti passed quietly.
"Hey, I'm Ye Xiaofan's agent."
"Yes, right. The next match is a semi-final, and the size of the advertisent board can only be within ten centiters long and seven centiters wide. A fixed price of 300,000. Yes."
"Hey, Mr. Liu. Ah, 300,000, even for an old custor, there's no way that price can go any lower. Shh, please hold on a mont..."
Liu Siyan, while talking on the phone, walked into the room where Xiaofan was, but Xiaofan was still asleep. Knowing he was very tired, Liu Siyan dared not disturb him, quickly lowered her voice on the call, and walked out.
Now Xiaofan's clothes were almost covered with advertisent placards. With the semi-finals approaching, there were more and more calls. Liu Siyan even had to stipulate the size of the advertisent boards.
Even her tone had changed from initially soft and gentle to a bit high-handed. Who could bla her when her Xiaofan was such a big na now, winning all the way to this point? Naturally, such outstanding performance would attract more attention.
"Boss Chen, if you want a bigger advertising board, that's fine. Twelve centiters for an additional 150,000. Yes... If there's no problem, just send the contract and advertising board to the hotel later. Yes, just wire the money to the designated account. Yes."
"Hey, why are you standing at the door? Where's Ye Xiaofan?" Chen i'Er asked with a puzzled look upon seeing Liu Siyan in front of the room.
"Xiaofan is asleep; I'm making calls outside to avoid disturbing him," Liu Siyan replied softly.
"That brat, we're working our butts off, but he's just napping away. Hey, Liu Siyan, did you know? I can't organize anything on my side anymore; no one is willing to bet on Xiaofan losing. I directly won over 8 million in other places today. If it weren't for Xiaofan telling not to go over 10 million, I would've gone all in," Chen i'Er seemingly said inadvertently, but was actually trying to tell Liu Siyan that she could help Xiaofan make a lot of money.
"He doesn't care about any of that. I've already signed 23 contracts. Just ordered eight more, ready to be delivered. At 300,000 each, his advertising fees will exceed 9 million tomorrow. Yet he doesn't care about it at all," Liu Siyan said with a helpless smile.
"Go on in. Have you had dinner? I brought a takeout."
"Huh? I made so chicken soup at ho..."
Chen i'Er was completely outdone. When it ca to being considerate, she couldn't compare to Liu Siyan. If it were her, she'd be running around in the room as she pleased, not running outside to make calls like Liu Siyan. When it ca to making money, they seed evenly matched. As for cooking, she had to get takeout from a restaurant, whereas Liu Siyan made homade chicken soup.
No wonder Xiaofan liked her. A brief comparison showed so much.
The final four had all erged without surprise—David was among them, along with a young man in his twenties, the old Cyan Dragon, and Xiaofan.
In the semi-finals, who would Xiaofan face? If his opponent were David, how much confidence would he have to win?
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