C143 Thank You Uncle
C143 Thank You Uncle
The true power of the martial arts in China's Martial Arts World! An existence that could establish a sect, an existence that was renowned throughout the ages!
Under Xiao Guozhong's tutelage, Wu steelers has walked almost a decade less detour.
One could easily imagine the importance of having a master teacher.
"There's no need to congratulate me. However, if I have broken through Dark Force and you come find me, I will protect you." Su Lingyu waved her hand and said with a 'modest' expression.
"Alright, it's a deal." Chen Feng laughed. This girl was quite thick-skinned.
Su Lingyu felt a little embarrassed when she heard Chen Feng complimenting her like that. This fool wouldn't believe her words, right?
Since this fool was so easy to fool, could he trick him to go on stage for Haoran Martial Club and have a fight with the people from the King Kong Martial Club? Su Lingyu rolled her eyes, then decided on Chen Feng. Although Chen Feng was a practitioner at the early stage of Bright Force, his strength was unquestionable.
To be able to move 500 kg of Iron Sand Bag, he was probably even stronger than his eldest senior brother. If Chen Feng were to go up on stage and replace Feng Yuan, Haoran Martial Club's winning rate would probably be increased by a lot.
"Uncle, I've already promised to protect you in the future. You have to show some gratitude, right?" Su Lingyu said with a smile.
Chen Feng was stunned. Was he supposed to give some benefits?
"What do you want me to say?" Chen Feng asked with a smile.
"Cough cough, it's simple. In a while, our dojo will have a 5 vs 5 match with King Kong Martial Club. You can help us fight our Haoran Martial Club." Su Lingyu blinked.
"What if we lose?" Chen Feng didn't agree directly, but he asked.
"A loss is a loss. It doesn't matter, our Haoran Martial Club is always going to lose, as long as the loss isn't that ugly." Su Lingyu waved her hand nonchalantly.
Chen Feng nodded slightly. It seemed that even Haoran Martial Club himself did not have much confidence in this Gambling.
"How is it?" Su Lingyu asked Chen Feng in anticipation.
"Alright, I can represent your dojo." Chen Feng pondered a little and said. Since he had nothing better to do, he decided to go on stage for Haoran Martial Club. He would treat it as a warm-up before he killed Jin Liu'an.
"Hee hee, Uncle, thank you." Su Lingyu's beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons.
Chen Feng shook his head and smiled, showing that he was welcome.
"Then wait here for a while, uncle. I'll go tell my dad." Su Lingyu skipped away and came to Su Haoran, "Dad, I found an expert for you. He promised me that he will represent our dojo."
"Expert?" Su Haoran looked at Su Lingyu doubtfully. What expert could his daughter know?
"It's the uncle who just came in and said he wanted to fight Jin Liu'an. Dad, you don't know how powerful that uncle is …" Su Lingyu chattered on and on. She wanted to tell Su Haoran about the matter of Chen Feng touching Iron Sand Bag with a single punch.
But before she finished speaking, Su Haoran shouted coldly: "Nonsense! "What kind of master is that? He's not even a martial artist!"
Su Lingyu felt a little wronged and tried to defend herself, "Father, he's a martial artist, and one that has innate divine strength at the early stage of the Bright Force …"
"Junior Sister, I think you've been tricked by that brat. I have seen the majority of Bright Force warriors in Jinling Martial Arts World, but this kid, I am unfamiliar with him." In his opinion, there was a high probability that Chen Feng was drooling over Su Lingyu's beauty. He even said that he wanted to fight Jin Liu'an because he wanted to attract Su Lingyu's attention. A young girl like Su Lingyu, who had never experienced the evils of the human heart, was very easy to trick.
"Senior apprentice-brother …"
"Alright, stop it!" Your senior brothers will enter the stage in a moment! " Su Haoran directly made a decision. After he finished speaking, he glanced at Zhao Dong and said, "Zhao Dong, keep an eye on that kid. Don't let him cause any trouble."
"Yes, Master." Zhao Dong respectfully nodded his head. If Chen Feng, a non-warrior, were to go up on stage, then Haoran Martial Club's face would probably be wiped clean.
After Su Haoran finished speaking, he immediately left. The King Kong Martial Club people had come, and he was going to welcome them.
"Junior Sister, tell that stinking brat to hurry up and f * ck off. If he doesn't f * ck off, don't blame me for being impolite." Zhao Dong said lightly.
Su Lingyu pouted her lips in dissatisfaction, stomped her feet and left.
A middle-aged man wearing a black robe stood at the entrance to the Haoran Martial Club with his hands behind his back. Behind the middle-aged man, there were over a dozen youths of different physiques.
The middle-aged man was Jin Liu'an, and the dozen of young men behind him were all Jin Liu'an's disciples.
Looking at the flurry of Haoran Martial Club in front of him, Jin Liu'an did not have much expression on his face, but his disciples all had faces of disdain.
At this time, Su Haoran brought Feng Yuan and the others out.
"Congratulations Brother Wu Tie for breaking through the Dark Force! add another genius to my Jin'ling Martial Arts World! " Since he was still in the middle of the gate, Su Haoran started laughing.
"Brother Haoran is too polite. Liu'an is just a mediocre person, but it has nothing to do with being a true man." Jin Liu'an smiled faintly. Although his tone was humble, his expression was one of pride.
"Haha, Brother Wu steel, why are you so humble? If Brother Wu Tie is a mediocre person, then there won't be many talents in this world." Su Haoran complimented with a smile.
"Brother Liu'an, a banquet has already been prepared at home. If Brother Wu Tie does not mind, you can follow me to the feast first." Su Haoran said with a smile.
"Brother Haoran, please do not rush for the banquet. The true business is the martial battle between disciples." Jin Liu'an waved his hand and chuckled.
"Brother Wu Tie, look at what you're saying, what's more important than eating? This person is made of iron, while food is made of steel. Your disciples can't eat their fill and can't bring out their full strength. How can they fight against my disciples? " Su Haoran laughed.
"Senior Su, aren't you thinking too highly of your disciple? Do we still need to eat our fill if we want to beat them? " Behind Jin Liu'an, a fair skinned young man said in disdain. The meaning behind his words was that even if Su Haoran's disciple was hungry, they would still be able to beat him.
The smile on Su Haoran's face stiffened while Feng Yuan and the others clenched their fists in anger. Who would look down on someone like that?
"Senior Su, let's hold the martial competition first. In any case, it won't take more than ten minutes before the martial competition between us ends. Once the martial competition is over, we can still use the banquet. The food won't be cold." Another person spoke out with a beaming smile. Although this time, the ridicule was not as obvious as the fair skinned youth from before, it was even more heartless. It meant that those with Haoran Martial Club could not even last ten minutes.
Jin Liu'an naturally heard the ridicule from the disciples, but he did not have any intention of stopping them. After all, he had already become Martial Artist at Dark Force Stage. Compared to him, Su Haoran was not on the same level, so there was no need to be polite with Su Haoran.