Chapter 819: Chapter 819: If You Want to Fight, Then Let’s Fight
Hua Wushuang chuckled softly.
"Challenge you?"
"Do you think you’re worthy of me challenging you? I’m just testing your weight."
Hua Wushuang’s words carried a sense of arrogance.
Li Feng laughed slightly, stepping forward until he was just inches from Hua Wushuang: "You want to test my weight?"
"Then let’s meet at the arena tomorrow."
A sharp glint flashed in Li Feng’s eyes, and then he turned on his heel and left.
Hua Wushuang noticed the cold aura emanating from Li Feng, furrowing his brows slightly, while Li Bielang watched Li Feng leave.
"Senior brother, this Li Feng feels unusual to me."
Hua Wushuang smiled calmly.
"Interesting. I hope he can bring me some surprises."
"Holy crap, did you hear?"
"What?"
"That guy known for spreading news pulled together a new group, saying that tomorrow in Group A’s second arena, Li Feng will challenge Hua Wushuang."
A person beside him turned sharply upon hearing this: "Really?"
"Of course it’s true, but that newsmonger only invited those who are members, and he even opened a betting pool with odds of ten to one."
"How dare he open such a pool? He won’t pay out, considering that’s Hua Wushuang, undefeated below Grandmaster. What does this Li Feng have to compare with Hua Wushuang?"
News spread quickly on the cruise ship, a relatively enclosed space, so the news reached every corner swiftly.
"Senior brother, are you going to duel with Li Feng?"
Huang Shuyao also heard the news and arrived with her junior sister Zheng Qing at the suite where senior brother Hua Wushuang was.
Hua Wushuang furrowed his brows: "Junior sister, who told you that?"
"Senior brother, just tell me if it’s true. Are you really betting with Li Feng?"
Huang Shuyao pressed on for an answer.
Hua Wushuang looked at his junior sister, Huang Shuyao.
"It’s just a spar between us, and we’re in the same group, so it’s normal if we meet."
Hua Wushuang replied unhurriedly.
"Junior sister, are you worried about him?"
Huang Shuyao was stunned by Hua Wushuang’s question. She had rushed over as soon as she heard the news.
"Why would I worry about him? He has nothing to do with me. I just don’t want to make enemies for you because of me."
Hua Wushuang looked at Huang Shuyao: "Haha, Shuyao, Li Feng’s number is before mine. If he didn’t intend to, we wouldn’t meet. But if he wishes to spar, I can’t refuse, can I?"
"Exactly, senior sister. This isn’t like you at all."
"Besides, even if you meet Li Feng in the arena, with senior brother’s skills, Li Feng is just a clown jumping around. No need to worry, you’re stressing unnecessarily."
Huang Shuyao felt a bit embarrassed as she realized she was overthinking the situation. But what was she even concerned about?
Li Feng?
No way. They had only crossed paths twice before, and there was no particular connection between them.
"Senior brother, I was overthinking. I’ll go back to rest."
Huang Shuyao turned to leave, with Zheng Qing following closely, while Hua Wushuang furrowed his brow slightly: "Junior sister, what are you really thinking?"
Time flew by, and the second day of the tournament arrived.
In Group A’s arena area, the number of spectators today was far beyond four or five times that of yesterday; the aft deck was teeming with people, and the higher decks to the sides were crowded as well.
"Heh, it seems this match has attracted quite an audience."
Cang Yun smiled with narrowed eyes, speaking with a tone of amusement.
"Old Hua, who do you think will win this battle?"
Hua Jiufeng shook his head: "Haven’t fought, who knows."
"Heh, I dislike your cautious nature. Your son is supposed to be undefeated below Grandmaster. He has a great chance to win this Martial Arts Tournament, yet you stay humble."
"Too much humility is just insincerity!"
Hua Jiufeng ignored Cang Yun: "The National Martial Arts path is vast and profound; no one dares to claim certain victory."
In the contestants’ seating area.
Xiao Xi turned to Li Feng: "Hey, are you really going to fight Hua Wushuang? What triggered you, exactly?"
Xiao Xi was surprised, as yesterday, he seemed to avoid conflict, but now he was gearing up for a head-on clash.
Did something happen that she wasn’t aware of?
"Hmm, not speaking? The whole ship knows about your bet with Hua Wushuang now. Look around, the spectators here are several times more than yesterday."
"If you mess up now, heh, you’ll definitely become a laughing stock."
At this point, the twin sisters, who were the hosts, stepped onto the stage.
"Today is the second day of the Martial Arts Tournament, and the atmosphere is particularly lively. Not much to say, but today’s rules have a slight adjustment."
"The overall rules are unchanged, but instead of following yesterday’s order, today goes in reverse order. Let’s welcome number 256, Chen Ming."
"Chen Ming’s record is two wins and one loss, totaling four points, currently ranked thirteenth."
"Number ninety-six."
Number ninety-six had a record of two losses and one win yesterday, with a total of two points, hanging by a thread.
Group A consisted of sixty-four contestants; after yesterday’s match, six with three losses were eliminated, while only ten achieved three consecutive wins. The rest had four or two points.
Number ninety-six was Hong Tianbao from the Hongquan style of the Southern Fist lineage.
As soon as he stepped onto the platform, he assumed the Iron Horse stance, showcasing the signature Hongquan posture.
Chen Ming also directly assumed the Huo Family Fist stance.
A gong sounded.
Hong Tianbao shouted loudly, as Hongquan is known for its extreme hardness and fierceness—Iron Horse stance, unleashing powerful punches.
Hong Tianbao executed Hongquan’s strength and power, launching an incessant attack like a surging river.
Chen Ming, selecting Hong Tianbao, had his reasons.
"Precision within inches, Hongquan."
"Heh, nice stance, but unfortunately, poor control of force, all strength with no endurance, too many weaknesses."
"Chen Ming’s Huo Family Fist grasped a bit of the essence, and the kid has some brains. He seems to have anticipated his opponent’s weaknesses."
"Not more than three moves, Chen Ming wins."
Cang Yun glanced and immediately drew his conclusion.
"Too bad, neither lasted a round under your son’s hand."
Hua Jiufeng couldn’t be bothered with this remark.
He continued watching.
Sure enough, within three moves, Chen Ming sidestepped unexpectedly, catching Hong Tianbao off guard. Hong Tianbao’s Iron Horse stance was solid, but his adaptability was lacking, giving Chen Ming an opening.
Chen Ming kicked him off the platform with a series of moves.
"Chen Ming wins this match."
With victory secured, Chen Ming utilized his advantage as the first mover, winning two more consecutive matches.
Winning all three matches, Chen Ming dispelled the shadow of his defeat by Hua Wushuang with a single strike yesterday, proudly stepping down from the platform.
He, Chen Ming of the Jingwu Sect, was no failure.
Chen Ming’s battle sparked a small climax, but number 251 didn’t have the same prowess, barely defeating one person before opting to rest.
Next up was number 230, Tie Xuan.
Tie Xuan walked onto the platform exuding an aura of menace, casting his glance over Hua Wushuang before looking at Li Feng.
"Do you think Tie Xuan will choose number two?"