Xu Sheng walked through the main entrance, his face hinting at some expectation, "I've heard that this Lin Fan is a true ancient martial arts successor. I've seen his videos; his fist force is so terrifying that he can crack stones without harming himself, and he can even walk on water. Maybe he knows Qinggong!"
"Heh... idiot, you've been fooled!"
Another spectator, clearly a fan of modern fighting, sneered, "Wang Qiao is a real fighting master, a national award winner. He has beaten those sham 'ancient martial artists'. All this Qingyun Mountain, Benlei Sect... they're all bloody frauds. The funniest thing is some Qigong master who didn't dare to make a move against Wang Qiao, claiming that once he uses his Qigong, he can't control it, and can't bear to hurt anyone. In the end, he got so scared by Wang Qiao that he pissed his pants..."
Xu Sheng clenched his fist but couldn't retort, feeling extremely frustrated inside.
"Excuse me, could you please make way?"
At this moment, three young and attractive girls walked up from behind, each with their own distinctive look, politely asking them to make way.
Xu Sheng was immediately attracted to the one with the most lively and sunny disposition, "Are you also here to watch Lin Fan, the ancient martial artist?"
If they were here to watch a modern fighting match crushing an ancient martial artist, then he... maybe he could switch sides first.
Compared to solving his status as a perennial single, faith in ancient martial arts seemed not important at all. It was so easy to betray...
"No, I'm here to support Lin Fan."
Luo Xiaoyi said cheerfully, "It just so happens that I'm nearby, so I came to have a look."
"Great, I'm also a martial arts enthusiast!"
With shared interests aligned with love, this was the ideal scenario, and Xu Sheng's eyes lit up.
"Miss, don't be fooled, the modern fighting style is all about science, ancient martial arts mean nothing!" the youth who had been arguing with Xu Sheng muttered dejectedly.
Xie Biqi didn't even acknowledge the comment, leading Luo Xiaoyi and Lin Chenxi to the front row. Looking at the arena, they had expressions of slight concern.
They hadn't expected a Transcendent to emerge so quickly.
Lin Fan of the ancient martial arts?
She had personally assembled his profile, and her impression of him was profound.
At that time, Xu Sheng asked expectantly, "I wonder what kind of fierce battle this match will be?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt three gazes upon him, as if they were looking at an idiot.
"This match should be very interesting."
Xie Biqi finally made her prediction.
At the center of the venue, the match began.
Wang Qiao, a true fighter, had plenty of experience in competition.
He had watched Lin Fan's videos, and honestly… it seemed a bit fake, like just another scammer!
This match was no-holds-barred fighting, and as Wang Qiao looked over at the approaching Lin Fan, he suddenly got a bad feeling.
As an experienced fighter, he had a beast-like intuition. As soon as he saw Lin Fan, he felt this match might not be easy.
A formidable opponent!
"No-holds-barred fight, fighters have agreed to terms before the match!"
The referee was still explaining the rules, but Wang Qiao was silently psyching himself up, "Lin Fan is a successor of the Eight Trigrams Palm. I'm familiar with those movements... No problem."
Lin Fan was competing under the name of an ancient martial arts successor. If he used modern fighting techniques, then even if he won, it would be a loss.
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The referee gestured with a hand chop, signaling the fighters to start as he jumped back into a corner.
Lin Fan looked at Wang Qiao across from him, suddenly revealing a trace of apology on his face.
Wang Qiao didn't understand why but still charged forward aggressively, stepping in a triangular pattern, moving into his opponent's blind spot, followed immediately by a right straight punch.
That was actually a feint, his real killer move was a prepared knee strike.
There's a saying: ten punches are not as good as one elbow strike, and an elbow is not as good as a knee. The strength of the thigh far exceeds that of the arm, and the knee technique in Muay Thai is unrivaled!
But his feint hit the target directly, and he felt a strange sensation as if he had hit leather armor; the faint reverberation made Wang Qiao's fingers ache slightly.
'Is his skin that thick?'
Wang Qiao was surprised, but he reflexively thrust out his knee.
He hit the target but felt a pain in his leg.
"Not enough, come again!"
Opposite him, Lin Fan hooked his fingers, showing a provocative expression.
Outside the arena, the audience were shocked.
"Isn't it said that Wang Qiao's special move is the knee technique? How come Lin Fan is fine after taking a hit? Is this a fixed match?"
The fight enthusiast next to Xu Sheng cursed.
"You know nothing; this is Hard Qigong! Do you understand what Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Shirt in ancient martial arts is?" Xu Sheng retorted sharply, excitement filling his eyes.
"Biqi, what do you see?"
Luo Xiaoyi whispered into Xie Biqi's ear.
"At least Ninth Grade, possibly Eighth Grade…"
Xie Biqi's expression was serious; such all-around resistance to strikes could only be achieved by a Martial Artist of the Copper Skin Realm.
Back on the stage, Wang Qiao was nearly going mad.
Elbow strikes, knee hits, throat locks, bear hugs, chest hits…
His attacks, fierce as a tempest, were all received by Lin Fan one by one.
Aside from occasionally tilting his head to avoid vital points such as the eyes and nose, his body would gently tremble to dissipate the force—he didn't even retreat half a step.
Instead, it was he himself who became breathless and felt sharp pain in his limbs.
"Have you had enough? Now it's my turn!"
Lin Fan struck like lightning, his Eight Trigrams Palm carrying the force of wind and thunder, arriving beside Wang Qiao.
A crisp sound of breaking bones resounded; Wang Qiao lay on the ground, his limbs shattered, severely injured!
"Sorry… if I don't leave injuries that serve as proof, others might suspect we staged the fight."
Lin Fan bowed with a fist salute.
It was then that the dazed referee stepped forward, raising Lin Fan's fist high: "The winner… Lin Fan!"
Compared to the audience, he truly knew the strength of the contestant, feeling as if he could even go for the world championship, fighting Wang Qiao like an adult beating a child!
"This is too fake, is it staged?"
The audience was first stunned, then exploded in commotion!
"That's not right; Wang Qiao never takes dirty money. There was an ancient martial arts master who tried to bribe him, but that got exposed instead."
"Maybe the bribe wasn't big enough?"
"Ladies and gentlemen!"
Lin Fan suddenly shouted, his voice like a tiger's roar, captivating and sweeping across the entire venue.
"I, Lin Fan, accept challenges from any powerful warrior in the world, as long as you sign the waiver, you can come and fight!"
He was just one person, but his presence was astonishing, managing to silence tens of thousands in the audience.
'Only can I truly make a name for myself in the world and have fame as my protector.'
In his mind, Lin Fan silently said to himself.
"Not bad for a fight."
Zhong Shenxiu turned off the live broadcast on his phone and slowly savored his tea.
Then, tilting his head, he snapped his fingers.
At that moment, something in Grotto Heaven suddenly changed.
He had removed the meme cover he had applied earlier.
After all, at this point, there was no longer any need for concealment.
Moreover, he was looking forward to the reactions from around the world.
Inside a shabby little bookstore, He Zudao, who was about to stir trouble, suddenly shivered…