CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 60: LIU RU DEFEATED (SUPPORT THE BOOK FOR CONTINUED READING)

The red-haired woman did not get discouraged. She chuckled lightly and said:

"Alright, if Meng changes his mind, feel free to contact me anytime."

After speaking, she didn’t linger and turned to leave.

"The Grandmaster Class at Northern United University, you two really have ambitions..."

After the woman left, Liu Sanduo walked over with his student Chen Xuewu.

"Brother Luo, this is my student Chen Xuewu. Xuewu, this is the renowned [Qianyuan Thunder Strike·Luo Guanyun]."

Chen Xuewu clasped his fists in salute towards Luo Guanyun:

"Hello, Master Luo."

"Brother Meng."

Luo Guanyun replied with a smile:

"All forms of Xingyi are fundamentally the same, just call me Uncle Luo instead of Master Luo."

...

After lunch, the youth group’s competition officially began.

Without leaving, Meng Chuan stayed at the sidelines cheering for Liu Ru.

Liu Ru’s first-round opponent was Xu Chengfei from the White Bird Martial Arts Dojo.

Both were at the sixth Qi and Blood Gate, but her Qi Blood was thicker, allowing her to easily defeat her opponent.

Luo Guanyun also stood up to applaud her, greatly encouraging Liu Ru’s heart.

"My efforts have finally been recognized by the Hall Master."

In the second round of the competition.

It could be said to be lucky or unlucky; Liu Ru met an opponent at her level, at the peak of intermediate martial artists.

The two immediately engaged in a closely matched battle, gradually entering a prolonged fight after over a hundred moves.

Liu Ru glanced towards the judges’ seats, seeing Luo Guanyun with a hand propping his chin, appearing quite bored.

Internally, she couldn’t help but grow anxious.

In a martial arts contest between equals, the battle of mindsets is crucial.

The more Liu Ru fought, the more panic-stricken she became, increasingly hesitant.

She was always concerned about Luo Guanyun’s thoughts, wanting him to see her good side and accept her as a disciple.

Meng Chuan, watching below the stage, was equally anxious, as he himself was now an intermediate martial artist mastering Dark Strength and could discern the intricacies on stage.

"Even I could block this punch, what’s happening?"

The opponent launched a continuous attack with a series of twenty-four linked Eight Trigrams Palms, gradually overwhelming Liu Ru, who was sent flying off the stage after receiving a heavy palm strike.

"Is it over?"

As she was his registered disciple and dojo instructor, Luo Guanyun descended from the judges’ seat and stood beside her, speaking calmly:

"Your Primordial Palm relies on bursts, not endurance. You need to find opportunities, not get entangled with Eight Trigrams Palm."

"Fighting a match with a distracted mind, poor mentality!"

After saying this, Luo Guanyun turned and left.

In the evening, there would be a celebration with the dojo’s students for the disciples. He planned to take some time to practice [Profound Yin Moonlight True Skill] to suppress the Thunder Seed.

Liu Ru sat on the ground hugging her knees, her eyes vacant as she stared at the floor.

At this moment, any words seemed hypocritical. Lacking experience in comforting girls, Meng Chuan could only stay by her side as solace.

The dojo members had learned a lot from Liu Ru as their instructor and now came forward one by one to console her.

"It’s okay, Sister Ru, cheer up."

"Winning and losing are common for soldiers, Sister Ru, we’ll practice and next time we’ll beat him up!"

Liu Ru stood up and pushed everyone away.

"What do you know! I have no next time."

"Wah wah wah wah wah!"

Liu Ru ran away in tears, not just because she did poorly this time, but because she finally understood that in Luo Guanyun’s heart, she never had a place!

No matter how hard she tried, Luo Guanyun would never accept her as a direct disciple!

She realized that it was all wishful thinking, and today Hall Master Luo’s attitude was like a sharp knife, deeply piercing her heart.

Meng Chuan, worried about her, immediately ran after her.

"Don’t touch me, please let me be alone for a while, I’m begging you."

Meng Chuan didn’t relent, but Liu Ru’s Qi Blood was several times his, disappearing in a few leaps.

Seeing Liu Ru run far off, out of his reach, Meng Chuan had no choice but to return first.

Still uneasy, Meng Chuan called Master Luo:

In the secret chamber.

At this moment, Luo Guanyun was sitting bare-chested on a square ice bed two meters wide, as vast Qi Blood emanated from his body, producing a thick white mist, making the chamber resemble a fairyland.

Luo Guanyun was at a critical stage of his practice, [Profound Yin Moonlight True Skill] was about to break through, further suppressing the Thunder Seed within.

The nearby phone rang, seeing that it was his champion disciple calling, he gritted his teeth and answered.

Hearing the rapid breathing on the other end, Meng Chuan quickly informed him of Liu Ru’s situation, trying not to distract his master.

Within his body, two opposing True Qi attributes clashed continuously. Luo Guanyun grimaced as he spoke in broken intervals:

"She’s an adult, getting emotional over losing a match."

Meng Chuan was about to mention the possibility of other reasons.

Luo Guanyun interjected:

"I’m busy now, see you tonight at the Eternal Blessing Banquet."

Hanging up, Meng Chuan had no choice but to relent.

...

The subsequent competitions were unrelated to the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo, and everyone escorted Meng Chuan back to the dojo.

On the way back, the dojo members lavished excessive praise on Meng Chuan, especially Wang Yue and Le Ping, who were the most relentless.

"Senior Brother, teach us some skills when we get back."

Meng Chuan agreed with pleasure.

There was still plenty of time before the evening’s celebration. Normally, he was either learning with Master Luo or training alone.

He, as the Senior Brother, had hardly interacted with everyone, which made him feel somewhat detached from the group.

"Let’s go back to the dojo and teach the brothers some fist skills, it might also improve my proficiency a lot."

Previously, he discovered that while teaching others, he could reflect on his own practice and gain new insights into fist skills.

Reflected in the Martial Arts Limit Breaking panel, his fist skill proficiency would rapidly increase.

Wang Yue chimed in with a grin:

"Yeah, we can’t learn anything too complex, just teach us the Cannon Fist you used to beat Xiaolezi back then."

For once, Le Ping did not rebuke Wang Yue, instead responding earnestly:

"With so many new students in the dojo still underprepared, we need to start with the basics,

Brother Chuan, I suggest you teach them the National Justice Fist you used to toy with the fatty back then!"

...

Everyone gathered around Meng Chuan noisily, as he earnestly demonstrated the Cannon Fist several times for them to learn.

He taught for quite a while, sharing his understanding of the Cannon Fist, which was reinforced by Master Luo’s constant guidance, offering just a bit more than enough for the dojo’s students to digest for a long time.

He wanted to ask about Liu Ru’s situation.

"You guys practice on your own for now."

Meng Chuan stepped aside to make a phone call, and after a moment, the call was connected.

"Are you okay, Sister Ru?"

The other end was silent for a long time, then finally responded:

"I’m fine."

Meng Chuan wasn’t sure what to say next, relieved to hear Liu Ru was alright.

Though unable to fully empathize, at this moment, he felt anything he said would come off as insincere.

Liu Ru said faintly:

"Xiaomeng, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now."

"Alright, Sister Ru, go home early."

He refrained from mentioning the evening banquet to Liu Ru, as it would only add salt to her wounds, which would be quite insensitive.