"I’ve finally reached Ninth Rank with difficulty, and he can already dominate those at Tenth Rank. My father even told me to take care of Lu Chenzhou on a daily basis, who the hell am I to do that?"
Xu Qing returned to the classroom.
The classmates were still applauding for him.
Ji Feiyan smiled and said,
"Class leader Xu, don’t be discouraged, a noble defeat is still an honor."
Xu Qing forced a smile. Something about that phrase felt off.
I, at Tenth Rank, just lost to a Ninth Rank.
The competition for the top sixteen continued. Ji Feiyan, taking advantage of the Swallow Form, defeated a Ninth Rank expert who practiced the "Golden Toad Fist."
Shi Ruyu was lucky, matched against one of the Eighth Rankers. Their strengths were quite even, and after a tough battle, Shi Ruyu also narrowly won.
In the end, among the top 16, she was the only one who was not a Ninth Rank.
This made Ji Xuantong ecstatic.
The current result was the ideal scenario.
"Among the top 16 contenders, my True Inheritance occupies a third of them."
Old Ji really got lucky!
Qingtian Cang, seeing his smugness, felt heartened as well.
Either way, their master-disciple lineage had successors.
Hong Fu also appeared on the bank, standing next to Li Gui.
He had no classes today, so he came to watch Lu Chenzhou’s finals performance.
He chuckled and said,
"Teacher, wasn’t I right? This kid is a top-level Tiger Form talent!"
Li Gui looked at him expressionlessly and calmly said,
"Yes, when he first arrived, I could see this kid was extraordinary."
The competition continued.
Among the other students in the Talent Class, Chen Xiaoyun was a bit unlucky to encounter a Tenth Rank expert from the regular class and was eliminated early, while the rest made it to the top 16.
Due to the morning’s battles, Lu Chenzhou had become quite famous. His reputation spread within the school, and people kept approaching him to get acquainted and become friends. He politely accepted them all, which allowed him to get to know many practitioners of other Fist Techniques.
The ways of the Elephant Form are vast and profound.
In future contests, he would inevitably face off against more talents of the Elephant Form and even other Boxing Lineages. He didn’t need to master each school, but he had to have a basic understanding to face them with confidence and not be caught off guard.
Making friends and exchanging knowledge was the best approach.
After finishing his meal, Lu Chenzhou was getting ready to leave when another figure approached.
"Classmate Lu, my name is Huang Hao. Let’s get to know each other."
The newcomer was the student from Pingjiang High School that Qin Zheng often complained about.
Lu Chenzhou had a good memory and had always remembered him.
He smiled slightly and said,
"Sure, I didn’t expect you’d also come to Dragon City."
Given his status, he naturally had no interactions with Huang Hao.
Huang Hao thought Lu Chenzhou would reject him.
He looked surprised and said,
"Yes, I’m in Class 2."
Lu Chenzhou was somewhat surprised.
This Huang Hao’s talent was pretty good.
"That’s good. We can exchange and practice when there’s a chance."
After they became friends, Huang Hao realized his personal signature had not been changed.
[Dragons do not dwell with snakes]
After thinking it over, he changed it to:
[Through thousands of mountains and valleys, dragons and snakes rise together]
"With my strength, what right do I have to say dragons do not dwell with snakes?"
He scoffed at himself and went back to practice his boxing.
In this Hidden Dragon tournament, he was eliminated on the first day.
In the afternoon, the competition continued.
On the riverbank, Ji Xuantong stared intently at the big screen.
The students from Fangshan High School were also holding their breath.
"Don’t pair Chenzhou with Wang Hongdao."
"Exactly, better to match him with a Ninth Rank."
"Chenzhou also only narrowly won this morning, Tenth Rank is too strong."
They were all hoping for Chenzhou to make it to the top four.
The results for the top 16 advancing to the top 8 came out.
[Shi Ruyu (Class 2) vs Zhou Xingkong (Class 1)]
[Lu Chenzhou (Class 1) vs Yao Cheng (Class 1)]
Seeing this, the students from Fangshan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Looks pretty steady, right? Doesn’t seem like he’s Tenth Rank."
"Steady? I heard this Yao Cheng is at the Peak of Ninth Rank, the son of a Grandmaster."
"Well, it doesn’t feel that steady."
"Don’t worry, Chenzhou will steamroll!"
The classmates didn’t know about Lu Chenzhou’s practical training record.
In their eyes, every student in the Talent Class was Divine.
Only Ji Xuantong relaxed a bit.
Though Yao Cheng was strong, he was still not a match for Lu Chenzhou.
This was the confidence belonging to his master!
Qingtian Cang inwardly offered his condolences for Yao Cheng.
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It could be said that except for Wang Hongdao and Old Tian, no one else was a match for Lu Chenzhou.
"Hope Yao Cheng can be open-minded about this..."
The kid was too arrogant.
However, after years of training, he had improved a lot.
Yao Cheng swept his hands behind him and leaped onto the ring like an eagle striking the water.
Deep inside, he felt an indescribable excitement.
Finally, at long last, he could have a grand battle with Lu Chenzhou on the ring.
Regardless of winning or losing, he had long looked forward to it.
On the lakeside, Yao Cheng’s supporters were cheering.
"Yao Cheng! Yao Cheng!"
As one of the Tenglong Six, his popularity was always high along with Zhou Xingkong.
Lu Chenzhou Sea Swept onto the ring and landed.
On the shore, Liu Huan and others raised their voices competitively,
"Lu Chenzhou! Lu Chenzhou!"
Not only familiar friends but also many strangers chanted his name. After all, he was the champion of the Jiangnan Talent Competition, having just beaten a favorite to win the Tenth Rank.
"Lu Chenzhou! The Divine of Low Class root bone!"
"Stand up for us with Low Class root bones."
This was the first Talent Class internal battle of this martial contest.
The atmosphere on-site was even more fervent than when Lu Chenzhou just fought with the Tenth Rank.
Wu Grandmaster, who was Practicing Heavenly Pile in the stands, also looked over.
"It’s Old Yao’s grandson."
Grandmaster Yao, usually busy with his Cultivation, hardly managed Yao Cheng.
Although Yao Cheng’s father was the son of a Grandmaster, his talent was too poor; with all sorts of resources maxed out, he was only at the Extreme Limit Realm, and only Grandmaster Yao could manage that kid at home.
"Hope he grows up fast."
Yao Cheng didn’t lack talent; what he lacked was the Mind Realm.
As for Lu Chenzhou, Wu Grandmaster was quite at ease.
He was very optimistic about this young man’s future achievement as a Martial Arts Grandmaster.