Lu Chenzhou had investigated, and the boss of his father’s company, Wang Kang, was indeed the younger brother of Wang Jian. The arbitrators had already ruled that Wang Kang must pay the compensation for unlawfully terminating his employees’ contracts within six months, but Wang Kang was still refusing to pay. Furthermore, he had filed a lawsuit in court to overturn the judgment, obviously stalling for time. He was fully aware that the company was bound to lose the case.
In the resting area of Xihe Martial Arts Hall.
Wang Jian and Wang Kang were both there.
Wang Kang was a portly middle-aged man.
Wang He looked at the list of the top 32.
From the current fighting performances, there should be twelve Fifth Rank Martial Artists in this competition. The one who left the deepest impression on him was Lu Chenzhou. This person might be at the peak of the Fifth Rank, otherwise it would be very difficult to instantly defeat a Fourth Rank... maybe even a Sixth Rank.
Wang Jian said in a cold voice:
"Wang He, pay special attention to that Lu Chenzhou. This person is suspected to be Sixth Rank and is a formidable opponent. However, with your peak Fifth Rank cultivation, coupled with our Wang Family’s first-class Martial Arts ’Spring and Autumn Palm’, even a Sixth Rank would pose a fightable challenge."
"Father, I will do my utmost."
’Spring and Autumn Palm’, like Youlong Martial Arts Hall’s ’Youlong Palm’, also belonged to the Eight Trigrams lineage. Its palm technique emphasized the unpredictable changes of the four seasons.
Wang He had been practicing boxing with his Martial Artist father from a young age. In junior high, he was transferred to the junior high campus of Magic City Martial Arts University after an epiphany. He had been practicing ’Spring and Autumn Palm’ for five years, and now he was very close to reaching the stage of Small Success, but was struggling to make the final breakthrough.
"It’s a pity. If you could achieve Small Success, you would surely be at the Sixth Rank. That Lu Chenzhou practices the second-class ’Tiger Supreme Fist’ and is unlikely to be your match."
Wang Kang, listening to the name Lu Chenzhou, always felt it sounded very familiar. Suddenly his expression turned incredulous; wasn’t this Lu Guoping’s son? Old Lu often bragged about Lu Chenzhou in front of his colleagues.
"Lu Guoping’s son is so formidable?"
Wang Kang couldn’t help but say.
Wang Jian looked at his brother and asked with a frown:
"Do you know this person?"
Wang Kang then shared the details with him.
Wang Jian’s expression changed, and he suddenly scolded:
"Lu Chenzhou is from Dragon City Martial Arts School. I advise you to settle Lu Guoping’s unpaid wages early... don’t bring trouble to our Wang Family."
Wang Kang was dismissive:
"What are you afraid of, brother? You’re a Martial Artist! It’s not even certain if he can get into university. What can I do, just pay Lu Guoping? What about the others? The company truly couldn’t continue operating. If I had the money, I would have paid it back long ago."
"You know nothing! With the cultivation of Fifth Rank, he can definitely get into Dragon City Martial Arts University. As long as he gets into the university, with this kid’s talent, not to mention becoming a Martial Artist, becoming a Third Rank is a sure thing. Is it worth offending a master over a few tens of thousands?"
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"You’re the one who is breaking the law! I am advising you to settle this matter. I know you still have money. Don’t drag my Martial Arts Hall down with you. The last people you want to offend in this world are students from a top Martial University. I graduated from Pingjiang Martial Arts University, don’t I know this better than you?"
Wang Jian was just a Martial Artist who graduated from Pingjiang Martial Arts University, and he knew a circle of Martial Artists and high-ranking officials in Su City. If one day Lu Chenzhou broke through his restraints, the Martial Arts circle he would form in Dragon City Martial Arts University would far surpass what he currently had.
Who would dare to provoke such a person?
"Okay, okay, I get it."
Wang Kang, chastised and with a dark face, regretted saying anything at all.
If he had known, he would have kept quiet.
"Old Lu is stubborn. I generously offered him thirty thousand to settle this matter, yet he insisted on being difficult. Probably got his backbone from his son."
At eleven in the morning, the competition for the top 32 to advance to the top 16 finally began. After this round, the sixteen to move on to tomorrow’s finals would be decided. The eliminated would compete in the resurrection matches in the afternoon, selecting sixteen to advance to tomorrow’s competition.
In this way, those with some strength would be able to make it into the top 32.
When the draw results came out, Lu Chenzhou paused slightly.
[Lu Chenzhou (Flying Swallow Martial Arts Hall) vs Ricken (Giant Elephant Fighting Hall)]
"Again with Ricken, he’s got some tough luck."
Inside, Lu Chenzhou couldn’t help but mourn for him for a second.
It turned out that the son of the Giant Elephant was his "life-long enemy".
With his Sixth Rank cultivation, there was no suspense in this match.
In the resting area, Giant Elephant Rickett’s face darkened.
"Lu Chenzhou... why is it him again?"
He glanced with the corner of his eye towards Ji Xuantong on the side.
Old Ji was grinning from ear to ear:
"Hahaha, fate, it’s beyond words."
Whether it was the Master of the Iron Sword or Rickett, they were both people with whom Old Ji had some minor issues in his wild youth. Now, having Lu Chenzhou, his True Inheritance, sweeping through these old friends was inexplicably satisfying—it was like a nemesis being defeated!
Old Ji was drinking beer and humming a little tune.
This battle would make Lu Chenzhou famous in Su City, and he too would bask in the reflected glory.
Ricken, nearly two meters tall, had an icy gaze. He wasn’t stupid; having seen Lu Chenzhou’s performance in the morning, he knew that he started off as Fifth Rank and was not his match.
But as the son of the Giant Elephant, he must... lose gloriously!
Thud, thud, thud! He stomped on the stage like an ancient mammoth resurrected, weighing over two hundred and fifty pounds. With a roar, Ricken swung his large hand down in a chop!
"Not bad, he’s got the spirit of the Giant Elephant."
Lu Chenzhou didn’t dodge or avoid, critiquing in his mind.
To deal with Ricken, he had to defeat him head-on! He stepped forward with his left foot, and the Shock Step made the stage tremble. He connected his spinning body to a dazzling Straight Punch, waves of force flowed through his right arm as his muscles rippled, eventually converging in his right hand.
The two clashed with simple and direct punches, devoid of any frills.
Lu Chenzhou lightly stepped right to dispel Ricken’s Giant Elephant Strength, then rooted his feet firmly on the stage, pulling back his right fist and calmly looking ahead.
Ricken kept retreating until he stabilized perilously at the edge of the stage.
He took a deep breath and laughed heartily:
"Lu Chenzhou! Today, I, Ricken, am going to face off against Fifth Rank!"
As he stepped forward, intending to punch, he found his right arm unresponsive. It was as if an unimaginable force was relentlessly pulling at him, threatening to shatter his bones and tendons.
Ricken stopped his steps, filled with reluctance.
He looked up at the sky and sighed, silently.
This Lu Chenzhou, he must have been more than Fifth Rank... he was Sixth Rank.
He, too, had realized Dark Force, but the gap between Fourth Rank and Sixth Rank was vast. After the Black Tiger Dark Strength wore down his Giant Elephant Dark Force, it still caused tons of damage.
For the sake of his Martial Arts path, he said in pain:
"I lost. This is my second defeat at your hands... Lu Chenzhou, there won’t be a next time! One day, I, Ricken, will catch up to you!"
His voice rang out powerful and spirited, somewhat adolescent.
Lu Chenzhou bore no malice towards Ricken.
He, too, was a pure Martial Arts pursuer.
He offered a slight smile and with a closed-fist salute, he said:
"Then keep working hard... looking forward to the day you become the ’Holy Image’."