Zhou Fu heard Cheng Liang surrender and immediately retracted his Kang Long Jian, which was about to strike Feng Rui's head.
Feng Rui, terrified, gasped for breath, cold sweat trickling down his forehead unnoticed.
On the spectator stand, Zhang Xiaoqiang watched Zhou Fu's match below and marveled repeatedly.
Yu Daochen also wore a gratified smile. He had initially expected this foolish boy to win with difficulty, but he hadn't anticipated such a clean and decisive victory.
Su Lai glanced at the delighted Yu Daochen beside him and teased, "Little Fu won so beautifully, someone must be over the moon."
Yu Daochen snorted, "Of course. Don't forget whose disciple he is."
Although Cheng Liang had been careless, it had to be admitted that Zhou Fu had fought beautifully, very beautifully!
If it were a fight to the death, Cheng Liang would already be dead.
Below, the referee, seeing Cheng Liang surrender, was about to announce the result when he saw Cheng Liang gather a stream of energy in his palm and strike the unsuspecting Zhou Fu.
Zhou Fu had not anticipated this situation at all. His Kang Long Jian couldn't be swung out in time, so he could only raise his arm to protect his chest.
*Bang!*
Cheng Liang's palm landed squarely on Zhou Fu's arm.
Zhou Fu was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground.
Cheng Liang turned to look at the spectators and the referee, "See? If it were about spells, he's no match for me. I can still fight. I haven't lost."
On the spectator stand, Su Lai and the others looked on in anger. Zhang Xiaoqiang directly exclaimed, "What the hell, this is bullshit!"
Before Zhang Xiaoqiang could finish, Yu Daochen stood up and cursed loudly, "Damn it, you can't take a loss, can you? Come fight me, you scumbag!!"
Cheng Liang couldn't care less now, retorting to anyone who challenged him: "Bring it on!!"
He had prepared for so long and lost without even using his spells. He was not convinced!
Before the referee could speak, Yu Daochen grabbed the railing and leaped down, "If I don't beat you to a pulp today, I'll take your surname! Scumbag!"
*Thump!*
Yu Daochen landed steadily, his face filled with murderous intent, "Come on, scumbag!"
Seeing Yu Daochen's ferocity, Cheng Liang lost all courage to challenge him. He quickly begged for mercy, "Brother Yu, no, Master Yu, I was just impulsive. If I used spells, I would definitely win."
Before Cheng Liang could finish, Yu Daochen berated him, "I'll let you use spells and weapons. Come fight me!"
Cheng Liang was completely intimidated by Yu Daochen's aura, losing all his previous arrogance.
He regretted having the courage to challenge Yu Daochen.
The Yu Daochen before him was like a furious tiger, while he was like a white rabbit with no chance to fight back.
Just his aura alone made Cheng Liang tremble with fear.
Feng Rui on the spectator stand was almost driven mad by his foolish disciple. Was this guy raised on shit?
He truly didn't want to provoke this fiend, nor did he want to help.
"Master Yu, please calm down." As Feng Rui spoke, he leaped down and landed steadily, his gaze towards Cheng Liang practically spitting fire.
If this weren't his sect's disciple, he would have wished to slap this idiot to death.
Yu Daochen turned and glared fiercely at Feng Rui, "What, the junior doesn't dare to go up, so the elder will?"
Feng Rui quickly waved his hands, "Master Yu, please calm down. It's my fault for poor discipline. We lost this match."
As Feng Rui spoke, he glared at Cheng Liang and berated him, "Apologize to Master Yu quickly."
Cheng Liang had lost all his former pride. He quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Master Yu. I was just impulsive earlier and spoke disrespectfully to you. I concede defeat now."
Yu Daochen raised his hand to stop him, "Don't. Didn't you just say you were great with spells? Come practice with me."
Yu Daochen showed no intention of backing down. Cheng Liang looked to Feng Rui for help, his eyes full of pleading.
Feng Rui, helpless, was about to speak when Yu Daochen cut him off, "You're not worthy of fighting me."
As Yu Daochen finished speaking, he turned to Feng Rui, "Come, let's fight. I want to see how impressive the spells of Luo Zhong Sect are to make a disciple so arrogant."
Feng Rui quickly waved his hands and said with a smile, "Master Yu is joking. I'm no match for you."
Feng Rui knew in his heart that his strength had only just allowed him to enter the Heaven Ranking. How could he possibly defeat Yu Daochen, who was already on the Heaven Ranking?
Yu Daochen stared coldly at Feng Rui, "Come!!"
Feng Rui fell silent. Agreeing meant death, and refusing also meant death.
Just as Feng Rui remained silent, the referee, who had been watching the commotion, cautiously tested the waters, "Master Yu, how about..."
Before the referee could finish speaking, Yu Daochen turned and glared at him with icy eyes.
The referee immediately shut his mouth. This fiend was not to be provoked; he would strike you if he said so, and no one could protect you.
The last person who had spoken carelessly was still lying in the hospital.
Just as the two were at a stalemate and Yu Daochen was about to make a move, a voice came from the spectator stand, "Little Master Yu, please calm down. Both of you are prominent figures in the martial world. There's no need to make things so tense."
Yu Daochen and Feng Rui looked up simultaneously. The person who had arrived was none other than Shen Tong Chou, Tang Junsheng.