Ye Fan, however, shook his head. "Old Fu, you should just admit defeat. How can you expect me to fight you? If I were to actually injure you, I'd feel terrible."
Looking at Mr. Fu, Ye Fan said helplessly.
Although Mr. Fu was scornful of Ye Fan's words, the reality was that if Ye Fan ever got serious, he would likely have no other option but to get injured.
But would admitting defeat so easily be too humiliating?
Mr. Fu pondered for a moment, then said to Ye Fan in a low voice, "I can admit defeat, but you kid have to put on a show. Otherwise, if I just go down like this, won't it be a total embarrassment?"
Hearing Mr. Fu's words, Ye Fan suddenly understood and nodded with a smile. "Alright, I know what to do."
He hadn't expected Mr. Fu to care so much about appearances. Ye Fan had originally thought that jade collectors were solely focused on ancient jade, but he hadn't expected there to be an oddball like Mr. Fu.
However, this was not difficult to understand. Given Mr. Fu's personality, such a thought was entirely within reason.
After all, generally speaking, jade collectors would not show themselves in public because their minds were focused on ancient jade. Thus, these people were always searching for ancient jade in the depths of mountains and forests.
But Mr. Fu was an exception; he not only came to the mortal world but also became a guest official of the City Lord's mansion.
This guy was a complete anomaly.
Immediately after, Mr. Fu let out a roar and punched towards Ye Fan.
Seeing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but find it amusing. Mr. Fu's expression at this moment was completely serious, and even his eyes carried anger, as if he wanted to tear Ye Fan to shreds.
But Ye Fan clearly saw Mr. Fu repeatedly winking at him.
Did he really need to act so fake? Did he really think that the people below were blind?
Such clumsy acting made Ye Fan sigh.
But he had no choice; he still had to play along with Mr. Fu.
The next moment, Ye Fan weakly raised his hand, and his feet moved instantly, spinning in place, easily evading the blow.
Mr. Fu then brushed past Ye Fan's front with ease.
Ye Fan's right hand swiftly landed on Mr. Fu's back, applying a slight force.
Even before Ye Fan had exerted any force, Mr. Fu had already let out a cry.
"Ah."
The cry was loud, as if the palm strike was extremely powerful, having reached his limit.
Then, Mr. Fu quickly lunged forward, directly charging off the martial arts stage.
Even Ye Fan was stunned by this scene. Old Fu, Old Fu, could you be any more fake?
Just how much strength did I use to send you flying that far?
Even Zhao Hongliang before, with my full kick, I only sent him four or five meters, but you were still seven or eight meters away from the edge of the stage.
Mr. Fu leaped off the stage and even feigned a fall, getting up with a dust-covered face.
He looked at Ye Fan with feigned indignation. "You're lucky today, kid. I took a hidden loss. If there's a next time, I definitely won't let you off."
Mr. Fu roared angrily.
Ye Fan touched his nose, looking helpless. This old Fu's skin was too thick.
Meanwhile, Jiang Zhong, Elder Lei, and the others were already laughing heartily. They knew Mr. Fu's strength well, so his threats towards Ye Fan at this moment made them unable to help but laugh.
Seeing these old guys laughing uncontrollably, Mr. Fu's old face flushed, and he snorted at them to express his displeasure.
"If you're not convinced, you can all go up and experience this kid's strength. He's a monster."
Mr. Fu said indignantly.
"If it were me, I would have directly chosen to surrender,"
Jiang Zhong said to Mr. Fu with a smile after he sat down.
"I can't afford to lose that much face."
Mr. Fu gave him a look. After all, he represented the City Lord's mansion. He could lose, but he absolutely could not admit defeat.
In Jiangnan City, the authority of the City Lord's mansion was inviolable by anyone. Therefore, to preserve this authority, Mr. Fu had to brace himself and go up.
Jiang Zhong, on the other hand, was completely different. As the Vice President of the Appraisal Association, he was arguably the most powerful person in the antique association, aside from the President and Elder Lei. No matter what choice he made, no one would speak ill of him.
Jiang Zhong burst into laughter at Mr. Fu's complaints.
Then, Jiang Zhong went up on stage. His opponent was the Grand Elder of a minor family. Although he had some skills, he was still defeated by Jiang Zhong.
Jiang Zhong was not only a senior appraiser but also practiced martial arts under his master since childhood.
His martial arts were enough to make people keep their distance.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so impolite to the Feng family.
The second round quickly concluded. The only ones who passed the second round were Ye Fan, Jiang Zhong, and a young man named Long Tian. This person's origin was also unknown, as if he had appeared out of nowhere.
However, he had broken into the quarterfinals as a dark horse.
As for the fourth person, it was naturally Mr. Hei, who had received a bye for two rounds.
The second round finally ended. Mr. Hei, who had been impatiently waiting, stood up first. "Hurry up and draw lots."
He was eager to kill Ye Fan.
In these two rounds, Ye Fan had not displayed his true strength, so Mr. Hei did not know Ye Fan's limits.
But no matter how strong Ye Fan was, he was confident he could kill Ye Fan.
Before coming here, Mr. Bai had already instructed him that although Ye Fan had some skills, they were merely external techniques, and he had no true qi. Therefore, dealing with him was not difficult.
This was also why Mr. Hei had such great confidence.
Moreover, from Ye Fan's movements so far, in the two rounds of matches, Ye Fan had not revealed any true qi, which made Mr. Hei even more certain that Ye Fan was indeed an external martial arts expert.
And external martial arts experts were useless in front of internal martial arts experts. He could kill Ye Fan with ease.
At the same time, Mr. Hei also mocked Mr. Bai even more in his heart. A dignified internal martial arts expert had failed to kill Ye Fan, only managing to heavily injure him, and he had still escaped.
This was simply a disgrace to internal martial arts experts.
Therefore, this time, he must kill Ye Fan and not give him any chance to escape again.
Although Wang Feng had just announced that killing was not allowed during the matches,
for Mr. Hei, these were not issues at all. As long as he wanted to do something, no one could stop him.
A servant from the Wang family had already come forward with the lot-drawing box.
Mr. Hei, eager, drew first, and the white ball clearly had a one written on it.
Mr. Hei's face broke into an excited smile. He could finally enter the arena. At this moment, he desperately hoped Ye Fan would draw number two.
However, things did not go as planned. When Ye Fan drew next, he actually drew number four.
Looking at the white ball in Ye Fan's hand, Mr. Hei frowned.
He hadn't expected this kid's luck to be so good, not having to face him immediately.
Then, Jiang Zhong and Long Tian also drew their numbers.