About ten minutes passed, and just as everyone was getting a bit impatient, the Taekwondo Club finally made their late entrance...
The Taekwondo Club showed up with more than fifty people, led by the physically imposing Chen Yong, dressed in a black martial arts robe. Upon arriving, Chen Yong's eyes darted around as if he were searching for soone.
When his gaze landed on Qiu Manghuang at the podium, a sneer flashed in his eyes, mocking Qiu Manghuang. However, when Qiu Manghuang glanced over, Chen Yong quickly averted his eyes.
Chen Yong and his fifty-plus followers, all in black martial arts robes, exuded a stronger aura than even Yang Zui did alone earlier.
Chen Yong led his group to another side, and out of politeness, Huang Feng arranged for so chairs to be brought over for them.
"Heh, putting on quite a show, it seems the Martial Arts Club has found a wealthy benefactor!" Chen Yong mocked, insinuating that the current lively scene of the Martial Arts Club wasn't earned through their skill but through money.
Everyone watched in silence, expecting a verbal confrontation between the Martial Arts Club and the Taekwondo Club.
Huang Feng, hearing this, laughed and picked up the microphone, saying, "The Martial Arts Club's success today isn't sothing you can tarnish with a few words. Don't think you can diminish our standing in the hearts of Huaxia people with such slander; it's useless."
"Diminish? I have no interest. A shabby Martial Arts Club defeating my Taekwondo? Hah, what a joke," Chen Yong laughed heartily, looking disdainfully at Huang Feng.
"Whether we can or cannot defeat you, ti will tell. But I'm curious: where does your courage co from, Chen Yong, to challenge the profound martial arts of Huaxia? Surely not from the little superficial skills you've learned by fawning over foreign things?" Huang Feng retorted harshly.
"Fawning over foreign things? Aren't you one to talk, Huang Feng?" Chen Yong knew a bit about the people in the Martial Arts Club; Huang Feng had joined the Muay Thai Club before, so Chen Yong used this to counterattack.
"Yes, I joined the Muay Thai Club, but I never betrayed Huaxia martial arts. During my ti there, everything I learned and did was in line with being Huaxia. The martial arts I practiced were also Huaxia's traditions. Unlike so, who challenge the Martial Arts Club for so-called fa—are you even Huaxia?" Huang Feng coldly replied.
"Hypocrite, your words are just for show. Enough, I don't have all day to play with you. Send soone from the Martial Arts Club up to get beaten," Chen Yong arrogantly stomped the ground and jumped onto the stage.
"This Chen Yong is so arrogant! I wonder who the Martial Arts Club will send out?"
"Indeed, very arrogant. He doesn't seem to have any regard for the Martial Arts Club, but that might make the fight more intense."
"Chen Yong, a typical one who fawns over foreign things. I heard he and his family moved to Jiepeng and beca lackeys there. Don't know if his family would get buried in an earthquake there."
"Speechless..."
The spectators talked among themselves about Chen Yong.
Ye Hao and Su Qing watched from the second-floor corridor. Su Qing asked, "Ye, is this Chen Yong any good?"
"He's eight levels higher than you," Ye Hao replied with a smile.
"What? Doesn't that make him a ninth-level master? So strong?" Su Qing asked, eyes wide open.
"Not ninth-level—tenth. Haven't you realized you're now at the second level of the National Martial Arts Realm?" Ye Hao asked with a smile.
"What? I've entered the second level of the National Martial Arts Realm?!" Su Qing asked in astonishnt.
"Yes! Who knows what kind of genius you are. I never see you train, but your progress puts to sha," Ye Hao said helplessly. While others struggled to enter the National Martial Arts Realm, Su Qing subtly reached the second level, despite never having committed to serious practice!
"I've really entered the second level of the National Martial Arts Realm, so exciting, Ye, mwah mwah mwah!" Su Qing exclaid and kissed Ye Hao several tis out of excitent, holding his face.
Ye Hao wiped his face, and as he removed the red lipstick marks, he flicked Su Qing's forehead, teasing, "Look what you've done. Help wipe it off!"
"No! That's my kiss mark! Ye, you're not allowed to wipe it off, or I'll never kiss you again," Su Qing playfully teased.
"Isn't it embarrassing? With so many people here?" Ye Hao said helplessly.
"Hmph! Smooch smooch smooch~~" Ignoring Ye Hao, Su Qing planted even more kisses on his cheeks.
As Ye Hao was about to wipe them off, Su Qing widened her eyes and warned, "Ye, if you dare to wipe them off, I'll never kiss you again."
"My dear little ancestor..." Ye Hao almost pleaded as he looked at Su Qing.
"No use begging. You can't wipe them off, or Qingqing will get mad," Su Qing warned, hands on hips.
"Alright, alright, I won't wipe them off, okay?" Ye Hao said, resigning with his arm around Su Qing's waist as they looked below.
"Chen Yong, you're overestimating yourself, aren't you? Are you really that confident you can beat the experts from our Martial Arts Club?" Huang Feng called out.
"I ca here today full of confidence, or do you think I'd co here to embarrass myself? Haha!" Chen Yong laughed heartily.
"I can't stand people more arrogant than . Huang Feng, give the mic!" Yang Zui snatched the microphone from Huang Feng and shouted at Chen Yong, "Chen Yong, you're even more arrogant than I am. Let's see if you can back it up."
Just after saying this, he tossed the mic back onto the stage, leaping up and quickly landing on the platform.
Seeing this, Chen Yong quickly kicked at Yang Zui's body before he landed.
Yang Zui disdainfully grabbed Chen Yong's leg with both hands and landed gracefully.
"Is that all you've got? Besides sneak attacks, what else can you do, grandson?" Yang Zui coldly remarked.
"Sneak attack? You wish! I was just testing if you're even worthy of a fight. You're said to be the only expert in the Martial Arts Club, Yang Zui? If this is all you have, then your defeat is certain," Chen Yong confidently said.
"Haha, that's the funniest thing I've heard. Even if the Martial Arts Club had only , you'll never bring the club down, because you lack the strength and skill," Yang Zui scoffed.
"Then let's go! If I, Chen Yong, don't crush your Martial Arts Club underfoot today, I will bow to you every ti I see your club," Chen Yong arrogantly declared.
"I'm afraid of shortening my life, grandson! Bring it on." Yang Zui unleashed his full Inner Breath of the tenth level in the National Martial Arts Realm, his aura surging forth. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to vote with recomndations or monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.)
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