Wang Ming’s mouth twitched. He suppressed the anger in his heart. "Benefactor Yu, your mouth is as venomous as ever."
Yu Daohen looked proud and retorted, "By the way, what are you doing at my place?"
Wang Ming didn't want to bicker with him. He reached out his hand and demanded, "Give me the money."
Yu Daohen looked at Wang Ming's outstretched hand, completely bewildered. "What money?"
"Master, it's like this..." Zhou Fu explained the entire situation in detail.
Especially the part about Wang Ming eating four bowls of noodles.
Upon hearing this, Yu Daohen looked at Wang Ming and then burst into a torrent of abuse. "Damn it, what kind of immortal art are you using? You spend half a million with a single move. If I'm outside the door, what do I need you to do?"
Hearing this, Zhou Fu, who was standing nearby, asked, "Master, you've been outside the door the whole time?"
Yu Daohen nodded. "Yes, if it weren't for that black dog blocking the way, I would have come in long ago."
Zhou Fu looked at Wang Ming beside him. Although he didn't say anything, his expression seemed to convey:
It was you who stopped me from going out to check the situation.
Wang Ming's face turned slightly awkward. He subconsciously retracted the hand he had extended.
Seeing Wang Ming's strange expression, Yu Daohen was about to ask something but suddenly remembered something. He jumped off the bed and ran to the front door.
Wang Ming and Zhou Fu followed him out, completely bewildered.
When they reached the door, they found that there was no sign of anyone.
Only that small black dog was milling around outside the door.
Yu Daohen felt angry seeing the black dog. He wished he could kick it in the rear a couple of times, but then he thought better of it.
There was no need for him to get angry with a dog.
Returning to the main hall and sitting on a stool, Yu Daohen looked at the five empty bowls on the table and couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Good heavens, he hadn't really believed this guy could eat five bowls of noodles.
But seeing the five empty bowls on the table, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
This guy probably came specifically to eat all the noodles in his house.
Yu Daohen looked at Wang Ming and teased, "But speaking of which, your attire is quite fashionable."
Wang Ming chuckled. "What, are you jealous that I'm handsomer than you?"
Hearing this, Yu Daohen found it amusing. "Jealous of you? I am the undisputed most handsome man in the martial world."
Wang Ming let out a soft laugh and mocked, "Is that so? The number one pretty boy in the martial world?"
As soon as he said that, Yu Daohen became annoyed. "Oh really, your mouth is quite poisonous for a second-place finisher."
Second place, this was the last thing Wang Ming wanted to hear.
Just like Yu Daohen's "pretty boy."
Originally, the title of peerless prodigy belonged to Wang Ming.
Among the younger generation, no one could match him in terms of talent or strength.
But suddenly, Yu Daohen emerged from Jiangdu, reaching the peak from the moment he debuted.
He fought evenly with Huang Yong, who was ranked eighth on the Black List, and became famous in one battle.
Furthermore, at an age unprecedented, he directly entered the ranks of the Heaven Ranking.
Wang Ming also fell from being a peerless prodigy to the second person among the younger generation.
Wang Ming showed his signature wicked smile. "Pretty boy, after a year, how much do you think your strength has increased?"
Yu Daohen was not to be outdone, a smile curving his lips. "Just so-so, but still a tiny bit stronger than you, the second-place finisher."
Their eyes met, neither willing to concede to the other.
"Looking at your expression, you don't seem convinced," Yu Daohen grinned.
Wang Ming smiled faintly and replied, "No, no, just a tiny bit."
Seeing the fiery exchange between the two, Zhou Fu instinctively leaned back.
As expected, his master and this Wang Ming couldn't stand each other from the moment they met.
Yu Daohen tilted his head, making a cracking sound of bones. "How about we go out and have a spar?"
Wang Ming rolled up his sleeves, losing all semblance of a monk. "Come on, that's exactly what I was thinking."
As they spoke, they prepared to go out for a spar. Zhou Fu, who was standing by, wanted to persuade them but decided against it.
Seeing their demeanor, it seemed they had to spar today.
The three of them walked out of the Yu family's old residence and arrived at a clearing at the foot of the mountain.
The sun had fully risen, and the first rays of morning light shone on their faces.
Yu Daohen looked at Wang Ming.
After more than a year, how much had this guy's strength improved?
Wang Ming also looked at Yu Daohen. He finally had the chance to have a decisive battle with Yu Daohen.
His lifelong goal was to surpass Yu Daohen.
Over the past year, he had struck the bell five hundred times every day and cultivated at night.
All for this day!
Seeing the two filled with fighting spirit, Zhou Fu also felt inexplicably excited.
He also wanted to know how big the gap was between him and these prodigies.
Zhou Fu walked to the center, glanced at Wang Ming, then at his master, and said, "Today's spar is friendship first, practice second. Both sides should stop when they've had enough."
Yu Daohen looked at Wang Ming and smiled. "Since it's a spar, we can't go all out."
Wang Ming's lips curled into a smile. "It's a spar, so we'll stop when we've had enough."
Their eyes met, and they assumed their fighting stances.
Seeing that both were ready, Zhou Fu cleared his throat and shouted.
"Begin!"
As soon as the words fell, both of them stomped their feet on the ground simultaneously and threw punches at each other.
Whoosh!
Both arrived in the center at the same time, throwing punches at each other.
Bang!
Their fists collided, releasing a burst of energy.
Neither of them moved an inch, and they looked at each other.
Wang Ming's expression was solemn. "Benefactor Yu, this punch carries quite some force. You must have used your full strength, right? Didn't we agree on friendship first, practice second?"
Yu Daohen didn't dare to be careless either, his expression serious. "I think your punch also carries considerable force. You must have used your full strength too, haven't you?"
Looking at Wang Ming, Yu Daohen cursed inwardly.
This evil monk wasn't stupid either. He had originally intended to end the fight with one punch.
Wang Ming looked at Yu Daohen and cursed inwardly as well.
He knew all along that this guy would go all out. Fortunately, he wasn't stupid.
"Hehehe."
They looked at each other and smiled, cursing inwardly at the same time.
"Old fox!"
Yu Daohen attacked first, lifting his leg to kick Wang Ming's abdomen.
Wang Ming was not to be outdone and kicked back.
As they kicked each other, they also threw another punch.
Bang!
This exchange of punches forced both of them to retreat.
As Yu Daohen stabilized himself, Wang Ming also stabilized himself. They were almost in perfect sync.
Yu Daohen's face was calm and collected, but inwardly he was somewhat surprised.
He hadn't expected this guy's strength to have improved so much in a year.
Wang Ming also had a calm and collected expression, but inwardly he was unwilling.
He had cultivated diligently over the past year, yet he still couldn't surpass this guy.
"Again!"
Wang Ming refused to believe it and threw another punch.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen grinned, showing no fear. "As you wish."
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