Curator Du was slightly stunned and couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile. This time, it was troublesome. These weak women were worried about that man. Although they sometimes hid their feelings of longing, they often couldn't help but talk about it after a meal.
Seeing this, Curator Du also felt a burst of emotion. In fact, before this, he was hesitating whether to tell the five women or not. This was a difficult choice in itself, but because he was too happy, he didn't think too much about it.
Now, it didn't last long, and such a situation happened. He didn't know how to explain it.
Seeing their impatient faces, he could only try his best to comfort them. He also promised that it was just a normal sparring session and there would be no danger to their lives. Only then did their emotions gradually calm down.
"Aiya, I told you not to come and disturb Uncle Du. Since he went to the capital, we should unconditionally support him. Before he left, he promised us that he would come back in one piece. That's enough. If he knows that you are uneasy, it will only affect his performance on the spot."
Liu Yuhan said with a straight face and a trace of reproach. As she spoke, her eyes turned red and she felt her nose sour. She raised her head and didn't want to cry.
In fact, she didn't want to play the role of the bad guy. As the saying goes, concern leads to confusion. The best way was not to come and ask Curator Du, but to silently wait for the results of this battle. Even if they failed this time, it wasn't a big deal. If that little rascal was a dragon among men, sooner or later, he would rise to the top and rule the world!
Obviously, this process was difficult, but everything was like this. Without experience, there would be no growth. In fact, compared to Liu Jie and the others who were contented, Liu Yuhan has always had high standards and high requirements for me. Since I have a good base, I shouldn't be confined and stick to the rules.
At this stage, I have unlimited potential. If I lived a life of 'one mu of land, two cows, and a warm kang bed for my wife and children', it would be a big loss for Nan Yun and even Hua Xia in the martial arts field.
With Liu Yuhan's reminder, the sister-in-law and the others were silent. They couldn't help but nod and take out their phones, quietly refreshing the martial arts news section.
Meanwhile, in the arena of Gyeongbu Hall.
Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, I stepped onto arena number 1. I didn't know if it was intentional or not, but from a certain perspective, Zhou Zi 'ang and I were both the strongest contenders for the championship, so it was only natural that we were assigned to arena number 1.
Although it was not the final stage, the smell of gunpowder in the air was not inferior to the atmosphere of the finals.
From no one paying attention to me, to shocking everyone with a single brilliant feat, to forcefully advancing through the ranks, and now, to being the center of attention, I have shown them, step by step, the qualities that a dark horse should have.
At this moment, he was dressed in green and stood on the stage with the demeanor of a martial arts master.
He smiled and looked at me calmly. This person was Zhou Zi'ang. Compared to my difficult victory in the previous round, Zhou Zi'ang had advanced easily and didn't reveal any trump cards.
Although Song Wenxuan had introduced some information about these outstanding talents to me, there was very little information about Zhou Zi'ang. He only said that he was terrifyingly strong.
I couldn't see through Song Wenxuan's strength to begin with, and now that he gave such a high evaluation, I was a little flustered.
After we stepped onto the stage, the arena became restless.
"Oh my god, a battle between the strong, it's going to be interesting!"
"This should be the clash of the two most representative power systems among the outstanding talents, right?"
"Wow, now that you mention it, it's true. It's a pity that I didn't get the chance to see Master Wang and Grandmaster Chen face off, but to be able to see their proudest disciple fight it out, it will be an exciting battle!"
Hearing this, Grandmaster Chen was a little depressed. It was true that he was the proudest disciple, but from a certain perspective, he wasn't a qualified master. He wasn't responsible enough, and he had been neglecting me for the past few days. Grandmaster Chen wanted me to grow steadily, and when I reached the same level as Yang Zecheng, he would be able to recruit the best. In the end, his plans couldn't keep up with the changes, and he realized that he had severely underestimated me.
If he had more time to carefully teach me and impart his insights on internal strength, I would definitely be able to reach the next level. However, he didn't have such an opportunity now. Of course, he hoped that I could win, and it would be a resounding slap to Gyeongbu Hall.
This was because the disciples of the Jing Martial Arts Hall had always claimed that the power of Qi Jin was the foundation of martial arts and that Internal Force was not something to be reckoned with. The people from other martial arts schools did not have the confidence to say such things. After all, Grandmaster Chen's status was there, and the disciples of the Jing Martial Arts Hall relied on the authority of the leader, so they were unscrupulous.
For someone of Grandmaster Chen's level, it was impossible for him to say that he would fight Wang Zhen, the number one fighter in Beijing, just to prove the name of the internal strength system. That would make him look petty. However, he didn't have much confidence in winning. Ten years ago, Wang Zhen had reached the peak of HuaJin, and his strength was like a bottomless ocean.
Basically, people who had reached a certain level all understood a rule. Internal strength martial artists were weaker than Qi-Jin martial artists in terms of destructive power, but their defense was better.
When it came to a real battle, Qi-Jin martial artists had an obvious advantage because of their hundreds of years of experience. Moreover, most internal strength martial artists neglected the importance of training their physique. Physique was something that needed to be built from a young age. Children from rich families had soft skin and tender muscles. Even if they became internal strength martial artists, they wouldn't be able to understand the essence of internal strength.
In this aspect, I was the best because of my Yi Jin Jing. As the saying goes, the connoisseur recognizes the artistry, while the layman enjoys the show. Compared to the majority of the audience, the big shots in the martial arts world remained silent. Sometimes, it was better to speak too early to avoid being slapped in the face, and it would become embarrassing.
Once an internal strength martial artist cultivated his physique to the extreme, it would be terrifying. It would not be easy to break through his defense. For example, Tang Haotian had repeatedly attacked me, but he couldn't hurt me at all.
This battle was undoubtedly the sharpest spear against the hardest shield. It was hard to tell who was stronger and who was weaker.
"Kid, among the young talents who fought with me, there are at most two hundred and thirty moves. You can use it as a reference to estimate your own limit."
At this time, Zhou Zi'ang narrowed his eyes and said with interest. It was obvious that he was looking forward to fighting with me, and he wouldn't try to persuade me to admit defeat.
"Don't speak too early, or your face will hurt later." My body unconsciously tensed up.
An intense and intense battle was about to begin!