"I’ve also heard of Shao Yancong’s name, known for his ’Four Gates Fist,’ especially the ’Fish Gate Fist,’ which earned him fame early on as the ’Fisherman.’"
"His invitation is earnest, are you truly not going?"
Everyone returned to their rooms. Cheng Fengxiao found Yan Chuan and spoke about Shao Yancong’s invitation during the day and Yan Chuan’s refusal. He said to Yan Chuan, "You don’t need to consider me. Ever since I learned about the ’Mountain and Sea Realm,’ I’ve regretted it to the core, regretting that I stubbornly held onto the Martial Arts Hall and rejected the New Faction back then. Today, being struck away by Wu Qi with no resistance, utterly powerless, I regret it even more. This Wu Qi wasn’t necessarily stronger than me years ago, but he entered the academy eight years ago, and now he can defeat me as if I’m nothing."
Cheng Fengxiao truly felt remorseful.
At this moment, he was self-deprecating in front of Yan Chuan, just to prevent Yan Chuan from missing a great chance for success due to his own stubbornness after eight years.
This is a fortune others can only dream of.
"I remember last month, after returning from the Mountain and Sea Realm, Master said that although the New Martial School is good, it remains part of the system, inevitably with bureaucracy and oppression by the powerful."
"Master doesn’t want to go for this reason."
Yan Chuan shook his head.
The Martial Arts Academy is indeed good.
Especially for someone like him who values ’Mutual Teaching and Learning,’ it’s an inexhaustible treasure trove.
Taikang Academy, though somewhat lacking, has gathered talents from a whole region and is backed by the court, holding both prestige and substance. It is indeed a good place to go.
Naturally, Yan Chuan wanted to go too—
"But not to become a proper professor."
"Nor do I want to be one of the Ten Elders."
"What I want is to come and go freely, to be outside the system, reap the benefits without being constrained."
Cheng Fengxiao thought this disciple was a bit crazy.
What kind of fantasies are these?
Does he truly believe Taikang Academy can’t do without him?
"I just want to try, experiment."
"If it works, great."
"If not, I’ll stay in Guangling, manage the Martial Arts Hall well, which isn’t bad either."
Since his ’Shadowless Kick’ shone brilliantly in the Martial Arts Competition, the threshold of Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall has almost been broken by those seeking to become disciples.
Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall!
In such a fantastic situation, Taikang Academy is not a must for him.
Just right, this opportunity allows him to test the bottom line of Taikang Academy—
"A working professor."
"I’m not interested in either."
"But if it’s just a ’visiting professor,’ ’honorary professor,’ without the need to punch in at Taikang Academy, only having to lecture there occasionally, I’m all for it!"
Taikang Academy may not accept this.
Hence, after refusing today, Yan Chuan did not propose this idea.
"In the coming days, Master, please help me feel out Elder Shao’s intentions."
"After I finish the last fight at the Martial Arts Competition, I will confront them directly."
"If it works, great."
Yan Chuan was carefree, unyielding in his desires.
Cheng Fengxiao astutely captured the core of Yan Chuan’s words, and asked in doubt, "The last fight? Who else do you need to fight?"
Tu Tiannan is already a top figure at Guangling Academy.
Yan Chuan had fought against Tu Tiannan.
Today, he nearly killed Wu Qi, one of the Ten Elders.
Such a fierce person!
Who else dares to fight you?
And who else is worth fighting?
Could it be someone from the older generation?
"In a face-to-face match, you can’t beat them."
"Could it be the Songhe Sect or Immortal Mist Mountain?"
The Songhe Sect has five elders, once at the pinnacle of their time, now leaders of the Old School.
Immortal Mist Mountain has seven blades, with equal strength and status.
Does Yan Chuan aim to fight them?
Step on them to rise in position?
Yan Chuan shook his head: "I won’t fight any of the Old School. This last fight, I want to fight the ’Ten Masters,’ ’Four Immortals,’ ’Five Extremes,’ ’Seven Emotions,’ ’Seven Killings,’ ’Seven Marvels’!"
Yan Chuan, looking at Cheng Fengxiao with furrowed brows, laughed—
"I want to fight forty!"
He Junjie brought a letter to Meng Nan, both astonished and furious.
He saw Meng Nan holding a letter as well, and He Junjie glared, "Sure enough, you received one too!"
Meng Nan read the letter a second time—
To be precise, it was a challenge letter!
He also found it unbelievable.
He Junjie, with breath held in his chest, couldn’t hold back: "Indeed, that Yan Chuan is formidable, I admit it, his boxing, spear techniques, including that Red Tassel Spear, are so unexpected, he nearly killed Wu Qi. Even without the Red Tassel Spear, Tu Tiannan among the younger generation is not his match, and Wang Zhengyi may not be able to beat him either."
"Abandon the Red Tassel Spear!"
"Abandon the spear techniques!"
"He, alone, relying solely on boxing, thinks he can challenge all the elites of Guangling Academy—"
"Teng Siqian, Xiang Yue, Li Jianhua, Zeng Yong, Peng Tieshou, Ye Lin, Cao Xu, Su Jiangang, Yu Yan, Kong Liuxin,..."
"They all received the challenge letter!"
"This Yan Chuan, insane, he’s not planning to fight one by one, not a rotational battle, but one against forty!"
"Is he having a breakdown?!"
He Junjie had just been drinking when he saw the challenge letter, sobering up immediately, but on the way there, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and the effect of the alcohol intensified.
Meng Nan, clearer and more rational, attempted to analyze Yan Chuan’s intentions and motives: "Perhaps Wu Qi’s raid led him to break through again, boosting his confidence to feel capable of battling forty without falling behind. Or, he might believe that it’s impossible for all forty of us to accept the challenge, and in the end, he might only have to fight a dozen or even fewer. Or maybe—"