After a while, the door of the martial arts center opened. A middle-aged man of average height and a little thin walked out slowly under everyone's surprised gaze.
Jiang Tien-cheng's body still looked a little weak, but his eyes were calm, his expression was gentle, and there was a tranquil smile on his lips. He looked at Minghe and the others as if they were his friends from afar.
He waved his hand and said, "Please."
The surrounding crowd followed Minghe and the other four into the martial arts center. A square ring had already been set up in the open space of the martial arts center. Jiang Tien-cheng walked up step by step. Hoodlum, Dazui Huang, and the others followed beside him and kept persuading him.
"Master, forget it. You haven't recovered from your injury. You really can't go up."
"Let me go, Master."
"I'll go, let me go!"
Jiang Tien-cheng smiled and shook his head. He walked step by step firmly to the ring. "How can a master let his disciple go out and fight? Besides, I'm the owner of the martial arts center and the president of the association. There's no one more suitable than me for this battle. "
His eyes were calm and collected. His body exuded a tranquil and distant temperament, as if he had seen through life and death and the world of mortals.
Below the ring, Hoodlum, Dazui Huang, and more than ten other students knelt on the ground. They looked at Jiang Tien-cheng with sad and angry faces as he walked up the ring step by step. The current atmosphere made them feel incomparably oppressed.
In the crowd, the martial artists and students from the various martial arts centers who were noisy before all quieted down. They looked at the lonely Jiang Tien-cheng in the ring with complicated expressions.
Suddenly, someone raised his head and clapped. Then, more and more people began to clap and cheer, silently supporting Jiang Tien-cheng, even if they knew how slim the chances of winning this round were.
It seemed that at this moment, they just remembered that Jiang Tien-cheng was the real president of the Wushu associations. Zuo Zhicheng was only the vice president.
At the back of the crowd, Qing Yueqiu's beautiful eyebrows were furrowed.
"Is there any news from Haijing? You didn't even send a single person? "Qing Yueqiu's tone was filled with unspeakable anger.
"Miss, the manpower over there is also very tight," Tangyuan glanced at Qing Yueqiu and said hesitantly, "The commander has decided not to send anyone over for the time being. He also ordered that as long as the Red Sun Monks didn't go too far and didn't harm our interests, we shouldn't clash with them. We have to look at the big picture. "
"Bullshit." Qing Yueqiu suddenly said in a cold voice, "If we can't even protect our own place, what's the big picture? For the sake of enjoyment, those fellows were afraid of clashing with the Hell's Gate. They were also afraid that I would become too big, so they delayed everything.
What a bunch of useless people. "
"Miss, don't be impulsive," Tang Xianghui said, "Those guys from Haijing are waiting to see you make a fool of yourself. This time, the Red Sun Monk brought all five of his disciples over, making it clear that he's determined to win. Even if Gui Quan, Zuo Zhicheng, and the few of us, I'm afraid we won't be their match.
Miss, you've seen that old monk's power that day. "
Thinking of the Red Sun Monk's demonstration that day, Qing Yueqiu felt a deep sense of powerlessness. The other party's Path of Spirit Refinement was only a step away from the Invisible Daytime Fire. If they fought head-on, the advantage in numbers was meaningless, and they might even be killed in an instant.
Moreover, the five disciples led by the White Shura were not easy to deal with.
And once the battle started, regardless of the outcome, they would have to bear the responsibility of starting a war with the Hell's Gate. Thinking of the attitude of the people at home towards her, she could only reveal a trace of helplessness in her eyes.
Qing Yueqiu said to Lin Gang Ho next to her, "Have the city guards arrived? Is the Mountain Tiger Army here as well? "
"They've already entered the city." Lin Gang Ho said a little nervously, "But I'm afraid they won't be able to stop the Red Sun Monk. And Miss, are you sure they'll start a massacre? "
"The people of the Hell's Gate are all beasts. There's no beast that doesn't eat meat. " Qing Yueqiu's words carried a hint of decisiveness, "They're just playing with their prey now, and after they've had enough, they'll definitely kill. When they kill, we'll dispatch the army. Even if we can't stop the Red Sun Monk, we'll at least have to stop his disciples. "
This was also Qing Yueqiu's plan. Once the Red Sun Monk started a massacre, she would immediately dispatch the army to surround them. Then, she wouldn't be able to casually press the blame for not doing her job properly, or for starting a war lightly.
On the other side, the White Shura Minghe at the edge of the arena looked at the cheering and applauding crowd around him, and then looked at the calm Jiang Tien-cheng on the stage, and suddenly smiled.
"Interesting." Compared to Jiang Tien-cheng who slowly walked up, he just leaped and arrived on the stage.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Tien-cheng in front of him, saying, "Compared to those trash, you have a bit of backbone. But I'm afraid your body won't last long in this arena, right? "
Jiang Tien-cheng nodded. His injuries had indeed improved with the help of the Spiritual Energy Fruit, but even if he was in his peak condition, he wouldn't be a match for the White Shura, let alone now that he had yet to recover from his serious injuries.
"I can roughly guess the result of the battle with you, but in life, there are always some challenges that can't be avoided. As long as my martial arts can be passed down, it doesn't matter if I lose. "
"Even if you die here?"
"Even if I die here."
Minghe sneered, "Then go to hell!"
In the next moment, Jiang Tien-cheng's eyes, Minghe's figure instantly turned into a blur. This was because Minghe's speed was too fast, exceeding the speed of his visual image.
However, faced with all this, Jiang Tien-cheng didn't panic. Instead, he raised his hand and gently placed his arm on Minghe's fist.
Minghe felt as if his punch had landed on a ball of cotton, and there was no force behind it at all.
'What's strange?'
Minghe's fist trembled, and the muscles all over his body let out a hoarse grinding sound. In that instant, his other hand kept on changing, and over ten handprints appeared in an instant, like a blooming lotus flower. In the end, it pressed toward Jiang Tien-cheng's chest.
When this move was made, there seemed to be a strong smell of blood in the air, and a strong murderous intent surged toward Minghe.
Jiang Tien-cheng bowed, stepped back, and raised his hand. He caught Minghe's move by a hair's breadth, and from the beginning to the end, he was like a piece of paper, retreating along with Minghe's force. Minghe felt as if his punch had landed on a rubber ball. The rubber ball bounced off, but Minghe didn't feel any force behind it.
With a flash, Minghe retreated to a place five meters away. Jiang Tien-cheng put on a strange posture, which was filled with a calm aura, as if he wasn't fighting to the death in the arena, but was drinking tea and playing chess.
At this moment, a great sense of peace rose in Jiang Tien-cheng's heart. His heart was like a calm lake, and Minghe's aura was like a stone thrown into the lake. Every trace of hostility and every action could be clearly reflected in his heart.
It wasn't just Minghe. Even the anger, impatience, disdain, and worry of the people around him were reflected in his heart.
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