Qiao Xiaoyu was stunned, thinking to herself, "Did he just break through that fast?"
Alas, she had no idea that Zhou Hong would add a little whenever he needed to, always just a bit more than others each time.
Zhou Hong quickly left the Qiao family and headed to the television station.
Meanwhile, in countless households across Jinshi City, everyone was abuzz.
By the time Zhou Hong arrived at the television station, the viewership for the martial cultivation channel had multiplied several times over.
At this moment, at Changsun Qinghe's home, Changsun Qinghe also saw the television program. She gave a wry smile and called Zhou Hong.
Zhou Hong had just arrived.
"Hello, Captain Changsun," Zhou Hong said, quickly answering Changsun Qinghe's call.
"Zhou Hong, where are you now? You're not actually at the television station, are you?"
"Do I need to say? I just ate, so I thought I'd go out for a bit. Zhong Jianren is going to do a live segment with me. I know you don't like him, so I came to teach him a lesson and make him leave, so he doesn't bother you in Jinshi City. You don't mind, do you? If you do, I'll turn back right away."
"Of course, I don't mind. I've been annoyed to death by him these past few days. He's shamelessly moved in with me," Changsun Qinghe said with irritation.
"No way, did he take advantage of you?"
"Not yet. Although his strength is greater than mine, I come from a prominent family in the capital, so he doesn't have the guts. It's just that he thinks his talent is superior and he's worthy of me."
"That's good then. You should have told me sooner, otherwise I would have gone straight to your house and thrown him out the window."
"It's too much trouble for you, but he's been living at my place these days, causing a lot of inconvenience to my sister too."
"Alright, I'm already at the television station parking lot. I'll be at the studio hall shortly to teach him a lesson."
"Mm-hmm," Changsun Qinghe nodded, not trying to stop him. She naturally knew Zhou Hong's strength and that he didn't even need a finger.
Soon, Zhou Hong arrived at the recording site. As expected, the evening program, which should have ended long ago, was still being recorded.
It seemed the television station was willing to break conventions for ratings.
At the recording site, Zhong Jianren looked furious, as if he were waiting for Zhou Hong. He also wanted to give Zhou Hong a piece of his mind in front of the cameras.
"Zhou Hong is here," a staff member shouted.
In countless homes across Jinshi City, everyone immediately saw Zhou Hong on television.
Zhong Jianren immediately stood up and charged towards Zhou Hong.
The cameras quickly focused, capturing both Zhou Hong and Zhong Jianren.
"Zhou Hong, you damn arrogant bastard," Zhong Jianren said, full of rage, as he reached Zhou Hong.
"Heh, enough with the nonsense. I'm here for one thing: you will leave Jinshi City immediately and never harass Changsun Qinghe again. Otherwise, don't blame me for teaching you a lesson right here in front of the cameras," Zhou Hong said directly.
"Hahaha, who do you think you are? An 83rd-level martial artist, daring to be so arrogant in front of me?" Zhong Jianren clenched his fists.
"I don't have time to waste with you. Speak quickly, are you leaving or not?" Zhou Hong said impatiently.
"Go to hell!" Zhong Jianren couldn't hold back any longer and threw a punch.
The result was predictable. Zhou Hong instantly grabbed his fist.
Zhong Jianren froze for a moment and hastily tried to pull his fist out. However, Zhou Hong's hand was like an iron clamp; no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't free it.
Zhong Jianren became anxious. So many people were watching on television. Wasn't this too embarrassing?
"Aaargh!" Zhong Jianren roared, using all his strength to pull out, but no matter how he roared, the hand held by Zhou Hong remained stubbornly still.
At this moment, the viewers in countless homes also noticed something was wrong.
Many people muttered to themselves, "What's going on? Isn't Zhou Hong an 83rd-level martial artist? Zhong Jianren is 89th level. How is he being held by Zhou Hong's fist and can't pull it out?"
Three minutes passed. Zhong Jianren's fist was still firmly held by Zhou Hong. Cold sweat beaded on Zhong Jianren's forehead. If there had been a crack in the ground, Zhong Jianren would have crawled into it.
At Changsun Qinghe's home, she was eating when she saw Zhong Jianren's predicament and couldn't help but laugh. Zhong Jianren, who had shamelessly stayed at her place for the past few days, was now being humiliated on television, and Changsun Qinghe found it satisfying.
"Well done, Zhou Hong," Changsun Ruoyan also exclaimed excitedly. Changsun Ruoyan had been cultivating the techniques Zhou Hong taught her for a long time and hadn't been to school or seen Zhou Hong. She decided to seek Zhou Hong's guidance after today.
"Stop wasting your strength. Unless I let go, you'll never be able to pull your hand out," Zhou Hong said disdainfully to Zhong Jianren at the recording site.
By now, Zhong Jianren understood that he was no match for Zhou Hong. Despite his immense anger, he had to swallow his pride and say, "Let go of me."
"I'll let you go, but you must promise in front of the cameras that you will stop harassing Changsun Qinghe and leave Jinshi City immediately. Otherwise, I won't only not let go, I'll break this arm off."
"You...!" Zhong Jianren was furious, but recalling Yan Fengcheng's broken leg, he seemed to be scared.
"Hurry up. I'll count to three. If you don't promise on camera and apologize for harassing Changsun Qinghe these past few days, I'll break your arm."
Zhong Jianren gritted his teeth, looking like he was about to explode, but he had no other choice. He had to brace himself and say into the camera, "Changsun Qinghe, I'm sorry. I've bothered you these days. I knew you didn't like me, yet I persisted and tried to win you over. I'm sorry. I won't bother you again, and I will leave Jinshi City immediately."
After Zhong Jianren finished speaking, Zhou Hong finally released his hand.
Zhou Hong was too lazy to stay any longer and turned to leave. Just then, the host called out, "Senior Zhou Hong, may I ask you a few questions?"
"What questions?" Zhou Hong stopped and asked.
"Your martial cultivation level, isn't it 83rd level?"
"Heh, it was, a few days ago. But these past few days, with guidance from a master, I've made rapid progress and have reached the 90th level, one level higher than Zhong Jianren." After speaking, Zhou Hong turned and left.
"Wow!" At this moment, citizens in countless homes watching television gasped. To break through so much in just a few days and reach the 90th level. Wouldn't that make him fourth among the provincial young geniuses? Su Dan Novel Network.
At this moment, Zhong Jianren watched Zhou Hong's retreating back, his fists clenched, looking extremely displeased. Zhou Hong had made him lose too much face.
Zhong Jianren also felt too ashamed to stay and hurriedly left in a dejected manner.