As they were speaking, a group of people followed, led by a somewhat portly middle-aged man with a braid tied behind his head, accompanied by a coterie of bodyguards, their demeanor strict and disciplined.
"Mr. Chu, today I've placed a bet of fifty million, but I fear you don't dare to take it," the leading middle-aged man, short in stature with a face full of pockmarks, hence the nickname Liu Mazi from the Martial World.
"Damn it, Liu Mazi, I'm not afraid of you," Chu Feiwan stood up, locking eyes with the other man, their gazes sparking like electrified flint.
"Good, this is Jin Enzai that I have brought from Han Country, a fighting powerhouse. Don't you go crying later," Liu Mazi patted the shoulder of the man beside him, bursting into loud laughter.
Indeed, standing beside him was a giant of nearly one meter ninety, with muscles bulging like sculpted steel plates, and his eyes held a fierce and ruthless glint, clearly no easy opponent.
Master Zhang lifted his eyelids, took a sip of the clear tea, glanced at the other man but revealed a look of disdain. The man had not a trace of True Qi on him, yet he dared to challenge a Martial Arts Master; was he tired of living?
"Just don't welch on the bet later," Chu Feiwan said, each word punctuated with a squeeze of his fist. The stakes for the match had now reached a total of one hundred million, igniting the audience's indignation. It was not just about seeing two masters compete, but everyone knew that Chu Feiwan and Liu Mazi were archenemies. The outcome of this match was not just about the hundred million in bets but a struggle for the title of Bin Hai's underground Dragon Head.
Whoever lost would likely have to roll out of Bin Hai or shrink away in hiding.
"Hmph, old man, I'm going to break your bones and twist your neck," Jin Enzai said, cracking his knuckles ominously before stepping up the stage with a stomp.
Chu Feiwan gave a cold humph, turning to Master Zhang and saying, "Master Zhang, I ask for your assistance."
"Of course, of course," Master Zhang put down his teacup, his face adorned with a trace of pride. Then he stomped his foot and flew forward, landing on the ring as light as a feather and as elegant as a peerless expert, hands clasped behind his back.
Just the manner of his entrance was enough to make the crowd's blood boil. Chu Feiwan's face lit up with joy as he clenched his fist, confident of this win!
"Truly worthy of Master Zhang, the demeanor of a great expert," Bald Xie remarked with longing. His gaze flickered to Lin Mo sitting indifferently in a corner, feeling a chill in his heart. Compared with Master Zhang, the Master Lin that he had brought back seemed quite inadequate.
Master Zhang stood in the ring, looking calmly at his opponent, shaking his head slightly, "Boy, Huaxia is not a place for you to come. I'll give you one move to see, and then you can roll away."
"Hmph, old man, I'm about to twist your neck," Jin Enzai said, clenching his fists, his muscles tensing and filled with explosive power.
Master Zhang's expression grew colder; he brought his five fingers together and swept them across his chest, sending a sharp blast of Qi flying forward. Jin Enzai sidestepped in an instant, so the Wind Blade missed him, slicing a long, blade-like slash on the stage.
Through the giant screens all around, the audience could clearly see this scene, and they collectively gasped in shock.
Master Zhang seemed to catch the wind as his weapon, embodying the style of a Martial Arts expert, while that Jin Enzai, even though he was large and muscular, only knew how to dodge.
"Aren't you going to leave?" It was as if Master Zhang had anticipated that his opponent would dodge the attack, but he didn't expect that not only would Jin Enzai not be frightened, there was even a more intense desire for battle in his eyes.
"Martial Arts Masters of Huaxia, I want to see whose Fighting Skills are mightier, our Han Country or yours," Jin Enzai said, his body creating afterimages as he suddenly appeared in front of Master Zhang in the blink of an eye.
Master Zhang's face turned red with anger, revealing his fury.
At the same time, Jin Enzai raised his right leg and kicked towards Master Zhang like an Iron Whip, moving as fast as Lightning, accompanied by the sound of tearing through the air.
Master Zhang crossed his arms to block the leg whip, but the force sent him flying backward, slamming against the ropes. A surge of blood rushed to his chest and his arms went numb, while his face showed a look of grave concern.
The opponent's speed and strength far exceeded his expectations. Although the opponent had not cultivated True Qi, the sheer physical force seemed to break all constraints, granting him an unbelievable speed.
The Huaxia culture is profound and has a long-tradition of prioritizing Qi Cultivation in Martial Arts. True Qi can become as sharp as a blade, and can enhance one's strength and speed. However, in some countries, despite the lack of True Qi cultivation methods, they possess their own secret techniques. Masters of Ancient Muay Thai and Brazilian Martial Arts, for example, temper their bodies to possess strengths that are not inferior to those of a Grandmaster.
"Hehe."
Jin Enzai let out a cold chuckle, seizing the moment Master Zhang had yet to react. A fierce elbow strike landed on Master Zhang's head, immediately causing him to spit blood and his eyes to see stars.
In reality, Master Zhang's strength was not much weaker than Jin Enzai's, but he had been careless, giving his opponent the chance to attack. Moreover, his opponent excelled in close-combat Fighting Skills. Although Master Zhang knew Martial Arts, he usually spent more time on Qi Cultivation, failing to apply it effectively in a fight.
Suddenly, the battle on the platform took a one-sided turn.
Lin Mo regained his composure and glanced over; Master Zhang was not a true Martial Arts Grandmaster. A real Martial Arts Grandmaster embodies spirit, Martial Skills, and True Yuan as one. Clearly, Master Zhang focused excessively on True Qi cultivation while his body and spirit were much weaker. Being able to execute the Wind Blade technique was no small feat, yet he was only a Fake Master.
Soon, Master Zhang was beaten down, unable to rise, with his bones shattered. This outcome shocked everyone; Master Zhang was completely dominated.
"Little Jin performed well. I'll get you a model and a sports car when we return." Liu Mazi laughed heartily, leading his people to Second Young Master Chu.
Chu Feiwan clenched his fists, fury blazing in his eyes. He had not expected Master Zhang to fall so easily.
"You not only lost fifty million to me, but from now on, take a detour whenever you see me. From here on out, I'm the boss of Bin Hai, and you..." Liu Mazi began, extending two fingers, "can only be number two."
"Liu Mazi, don't get too arrogant," Chu Feiwan said, chest heaving with rage.
"What? You still don't accept it?" Liu Mazi asked, smirking at Chu Feiwan and then gestured with his hand. Jin Enzai jumped down from the platform, "Don't you have a master on your side? If you're not convinced, let your master have a match with my boxer?"
After that, Liu Mazi burst out laughing and turned his gaze to the delicate-looking young man, who seemed completely incapable of any violence.
Although Chu Feiwan was irate, glancing at Lin Mo, he couldn't help showing a disappointed expression, worrying that his candidate might be killed by a single punch. Bald Xie, too, kept quiet on the side.
Yet, suddenly Jin Enzai walked up to Lin Mo, waving his fists arrogantly, "Kid, do you want to fight me?"
"Scram!"
Lin Mo spat out a single word, and in an instant, Jin Enzai flew backward as if struck by a cannonball, his body exploding in midair, showering blood everywhere. The entire place fell into a deathly silence!