The gazes of fifty thousand spectators were fixed on the large screen, capturing the face of the short-haired youth. His appearance couldn’t be considered very handsome, but his eyes sparkled with a blazing and pure radiance.
His name: Martial Arts!
The performance of Lu Chenzhou the day before hadn’t been particularly dazzling. Compared to the overwhelming dominance of Ye Chen and Lin Zirong, who shone like the Arrogant Sun crushing their enemies, he seemed slightly inferior. However, today’s several matches were fought steadily and securely, like the Invincible War God, repeatedly turning the tide against the wind, ultimately defeating both Ye Chen and Lin Zirong, the two hottest contenders for the championship, squarely and fairly.
If he had defeated only one of them, some might claim it was luck.
But with both vanquished, no one could question the merit of his championship.
"Lu Chenzhou! Truly deserved!"
"Very good, my Elephant Form is great, right?"
"Elephant Form is the World’s Number One! Although I’m not fond of Tiger Form, I have to say, Lu Chenzhou’s Tiger Form has changed my view of this Martial Arts faction quite a bit."
Among the crowd, many lovers of Elephant Form Fist cheered. In fact, the factionalism within Elephant Form Fist was the most severe, with more numerous factions than Baji Fist, Yong Chun, Tai Chi, Wudang, and others combined. As such, most of the time, the factions within Elephant Form Fist looked down upon one another and competed for attention. But faced with a common enemy, especially the renowned Baji Fist and Yong Chun, everyone tacitly united against the outside, all forms under heaven, at this moment, became one family!
It wasn’t just the people inside Denglong Hall cheering. This competition was live-streamed, and online viewers in the Diaoist Science and Technology live-streaming room were also flooding the chat with messages.
[Su City’s Lu Chenzhou!]
[Dragon City’s Lu Chenzhou!]
His popularity unquestionably rose to the first place, with Ye Chen dropping to third, overtaken by Lin Zirong, this master of Baji Fist also left a lasting impression on everyone.
Inside the Shi Hu Villa.
Li Xianghua and Lu Guoping both sighed with relief, tears streaming down their faces.
"My son, you’ve really made something of yourself."
Mr. Cui Yu, after watching the competition in his office, was overcome with emotion. Just as a neighboring class’s headteacher passed by, Mr. Cui quickly stood up and proudly said, "Mr. Li, how did you know my student Lu Chenzhou took first place in the regional competition?"
I didn’t f*cking ask you, Mr. Cui, you’re too much.
Not long after, Wanhua High School hung a banner: [Warmly celebrate our school’s outstanding student, Lu Chenzhou, for taking first place in the Jiangnan Talent Competition!]
Such a level of competition was worth boasting about.
Among the cloud-covered mountains of Fangshan, Dragon City High School.
The students promoted to the senior third year had no interest in self-study. With Yu Zheng’s permission, Liu Huan projected the final competition on the blackboard for everyone to watch together. In their hearts, they knew that without Lu Chenzhou, the old class head would never have allowed this.
"Chenzhou won the championship?!"
"Chenzhou is really powerful, I’m so excited I’m almost incoherent. Chenzhou has only been in university for half a year and it’s like he’s been on steroids, able to defeat Ninth Rank fighters."
Liu Quanhai’s face flushed with excitement.
Both with Low-Class root bone, ordinary people were a world apart from him, yet his own disparity with Chenzhou was vast, the difference between individuals truly terrifying.
Liu Huan excitedly shouted:
"First defeated Yong Chun, then overcame Baji, Elephant Form is invincible!"
Wang Gang, the troublemaker from next door, added:
"Ahem... folks, don’t forget the role of Hard Qi Gong."
Everyone thought it made sense.
"Right, Hard Qi Gong is so powerful."
"Too bad I can’t learn it, it’s difficult, tiring, and effect is hard to see."
Lu Chenzhou’s victory owed much to Hard Qi Gong. His Inner Boxing strength indeed fell short of Ye Chen and Lin Zirong, but his ability to withstand attacks played a key role.
Any other fighter with equal Tiger Form Fist skill would have been sent flying, especially against Baji Fist, which was recognized for its supreme brute force. To confront it head-on was extremely difficult!
Hong Fu was all smiles.
"Chenzhou has truly showcased the might of Tiger Form today."
Yu Zheng was also overjoyed within, though as the class head, he saw that the students had been distracted lately, so he played the bad guy and poured cold water on them:
"Stop watching, get back to what you should be doing. If you were as hard-working as Lu Chenzhou, ’as heaven rewards the diligent,’ perhaps you too could have a moment of enlightenment and skyrocket."
Inspired by Lu Chenzhou, everyone returned to their efforts.
Liu Huan looked forward with expectation:
"Next summer, let’s all strive to meet with Lu Chenzhou at Dragon City Martial Arts University victorious! Not one less, we’ll carve out our own skies together!"
Master Wang watched the competition results with a smile. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel(ꜰ)ire.net
"Not bad, I had guessed as much."
Now Wang Caiying probably won’t go to seek out Lu Chenzhou for a sparring match.
The gap between them was too wide; it could easily damage one’s confidence.
Dragon City Martial Arts University.
During the Heavenly Pile Class, Old Tian excitedly said:
"Chenzhou won the championship! This kid will advance further on the Hidden Dragon List."
"I guessed it long ago, he could even suppress that Blood Feather demon in a fight."
Leopard Woman, chewing gum, asked:
"Should we celebrate for him when he comes back?"
Old Tian thought it was a good idea and looked to the others.
"I’m busy with training, no time, just send my congratulations for me."
"Let’s get together for a simple lunch, at least."
After pondering for a moment, Yao Cheng agreed:
Even someone as strong as Yao Cheng had to admit, based on Lu Chenzhou’s performance against Baji Fist today, his Eagle Claw, although sharp, might not necessarily have prevailed.
Back in Denglong Hall.
Lu Chenzhou returned to the lounge, where Ji Xuantong maintained a stern demeanor as a master on the surface, merely smiling slightly. Inside, however, his emotions surged more than anyone else’s.
Ji Xuantong himself had once participated in similar competitions.