CHAPTER 198: CHAPTER 195 [BROTHER HAONAN OF JINLING!] (BIG CHAPTER, ASK FOR MONTHLY PASS!)

If Song Zhicun were to decide on his own...

He truly wanted to refuse!

Years of ambition had been fulfilled. After defeating Old Jiang, the goal promised by his father was also completed. In the eyes of peers from the entire Hong Kong martial arts community, and with the media present, he had gloriously achieved this goal.

By tomorrow, when the news of this event was released, all of Hong Kong would know!

Even if his own father wanted to renege, there was no turning back now!

As long as the details of this event were set in stone, his position as the Song Family heir would be undeniable, unshakeable!

Hadn’t he strived for so many years for just this?

At this moment, Song Zhicun did not want to take any risks that could potentially complicate matters!

Even though the preliminary investigation had shown that Old Jiang’s two disciples had practiced martial arts for only a short period and probably weren’t very skilled!

Even though, if he sent his own disciple to the challenge, the odds of winning were extremely high!

But at this moment, why take the risk?

Winning would bring no benefit, while losing would mean forfeiting all the chips in his hand!

In a situation with even a one-in-ten-thousand chance of such an outcome, Song Zhicun did not want to risk it!

So, Song Zhicun really wanted to refuse!

But... in such a setting, he could not refuse!

In front of so many members of the associations, in front of so many seniors in the martial arts community, in front of so many media representatives!

If he cowered now after being loudly challenged by two young men...

The Song Family was a martial arts lineage! If he cowered under such circumstances...

Would he still qualify to be the Sect Leader of the Song Family?

「Onstage」

Song Zhicun’s face was livid as he looked at the two brothers, Chen Nuo and Zhang Linsheng.

Offstage...

"Second Brother," Song Chengye suddenly leaned in close to Song Gaoyuan’s ear and whispered, "your chance to turn the tables has arrived."

Song Gaoyuan looked at his third brother, Song Chengye.

Song Chengye’s eyes flashed as he said, "Do you really want to just stand by and watch Big Brother win?"

"...What else can I do!" Song Gaoyuan’s face was grim.

Song Chengye, glancing at the two young men onstage and then at his livid-faced elder brother, continued to whisper with a laugh, "Second Brother, I happen to know that you’ve long placed your people around Big Brother. If you don’t make a move now, you might miss the chance."

Song Gaoyuan stared at his third brother, his eyes narrowing before he let out a soft sigh. "Third Brother..."

"Not willing? You stand to lose the most," Song Chengye chuckled.

Finally, Song Gaoyuan gritted his teeth and discreetly made a very covert hand signal towards the stage.

Onstage, among the disciples surrounding Song Zhicun, one immediately exchanged a covert glance with Song Gaoyuan and nodded slightly.

Song Zhicun’s eyes were fixed on Chen Nuo and Zhang Linsheng, his mind still pondering whether there was a way to delay this matter—perhaps by saying a few words to smooth things over. Even if they had to accept the challenge, they could try to postpone it for a few days...

He definitely needed to go home first to cash in the chips he had won from Old Jiang; only then would they be of value!

But... suddenly, a voice came from behind Song Zhicun!

"Master! Let’s fight them!! Are we really afraid of these northerners?!"

Song Zhicun was startled and turned around, only to see one of his disciples yelling furiously.

That shout quickly ignited the emotions of the numerous disciples around Song Zhicun, and the atmosphere was instantly charged.

"Yeah, Master! Let’s fight them!"

"This is our turf! We can’t let those northerners strut around!"

"Master, let me at him!"

"I’ll go!!"

"I’ll do it!!"

Song Zhicun instantly became anxious. Angrily looking at his disciples, he felt that something was not right, but at this moment, there wasn’t time to think too much.

"Uncle Song, are we fighting or not? Just give us a word!" Chen Nuo continued to loudly provoke. "The Song Family Faction came to challenge us, and we accepted! Now that we are challenging, is the Song Family really that cowardly?"

"Hey! Kid! What are you saying?!"

Before Song Zhicun could speak, a young disciple behind him seemed to explode with rage, bellowing fiercely, "Go to hell! Eat shit!"

As if completely set off by Chen Nuo’s Mandarin, this disciple couldn’t contain his fury and, after bellowing, charged forward!

His movements were extremely fast. Song Zhicun was surrounded by his disciples, making it inconvenient to try to stop the charge, and before he could even speak up to halt him, the disciple had already dashed out two steps!

Chen Nuo was somewhat surprised, but the spiritually powerful Chen Yanluo suddenly keenly noticed a detail!

From the direction of the second and third brothers of the Song Family below the stage, Song Gaoyuan’s left hand discreetly tapped his pinky finger a few times...

A thought flashed through Chen Nuo’s mind!

Suddenly, he stepped behind Zhang Linsheng and pushed against his back.

"Senior Brother, go!"

Quicker than words could tell, everyone on and off the stage saw this scene: a young disciple of Song Zhicun charged towards the two young disciples from the Song Family’s main branch.

Old Jiang shouted anxiously, and the audience erupted in an uproar.

They saw the Song Family disciple rush up to Zhang Linsheng and swing a hammer punch!

Although the man was young, he was a few years older than Zhang Linsheng, and his attack showed that despite being hot-tempered, his skills were quite solid.

When Old Jiang saw this, his heart sank, and he instinctively closed his eyes. In his judgment, his disciple Zhang Linsheng, no matter how talented, having trained for only half a year in martial arts, simply could not withstand an opponent with several years of training!

In the martial arts arena, as the Song Family disciple charged out, the audience’s emotions had reached a boiling point. Then... the deafening noise, in an instant, seemed to be sliced away by a knife!!

Old Jiang, who had closed his eyes, suddenly heard the thundering uproar cease, as if the throats of the hundred or so people present had all been simultaneously squeezed shut.

When he opened his eyes, he saw an astonishing scene!

The Song Family disciple had already fallen onto the floor below the ring!

And his disciple, Zhang Linsheng, still stood on the ring, maintaining a pose as if he had just thrown someone over his shoulder!

"What-what’s going on?!" Old Jiang turned to look at his wife.

Song Qiaoyun was also astonished. "Lin-Lin Sheng... he threw... he threw that person from the Song Family off the ring."

"Threw him off the ring?"

After three seconds of silence, the disciples of Song Zhicun on the stage suddenly became enraged, shouting, and some even started rolling up their sleeves to rush forward!

"EVERYONE STOP!!!" Song Zhicun suddenly shouted sternly.

"Uncle Song, are you planning to gang up on us?" Chen Nuo stood behind Zhang Linsheng, poking half of his body out, and shouted loudly to Song Zhicun.

Song Zhicun’s face had already turned black with anger as he scolded his own disciples, "Shut up! None of you move! Stand back!!"

He usually commanded great respect and instilled fear; once he lost his temper now, his disciples all stopped talking and halted their actions.

The audience below the ring also focused their attention on Song Zhicun.

Song Zhicun waved his hand, pointing at the disciple who had fallen to the ground. "Go check on him!"

In his heart of hearts, Song Zhicun actually thought that such a foolish brute was better off dead.

Two members of the Song Family jumped off the ring to help up the disciple, quickly checked him over, and then loudly announced, "He’s fine, just a sprain, no serious injury."

Song Zhicun snorted.

"Uncle Song, that man just now was your disciple, right? Isn’t it a sneak attack to strike without warning, huh? Since my Senior Brother threw him out of the ring, he lost, right? Does that mean a disciple of the ninth generation of your Song Family has lost?"

"...Of course not!" Song Zhicun’s face became even uglier, but he could only brazen it out, coldly stating, "That was merely an insignificant junior disciple of the Song Family. He cannot represent the ninth generation of the Song Family."

Chen Nuo deliberately let out a long, mocking laugh before he spoke slowly, "Oh, that’s fine then. I knew you wouldn’t want to count him anyway."

"Kid, do you really want to fight?" Song Zhicun gritted his teeth.

"Fight? Of course!" Chen Nuo shouted, then suddenly called in the direction of Old Jiang below the ring, "Master! Don’t scold me now!"

Old Jiang was on the verge of cursing out loud when he was forcefully interrupted by Chen Nuo, who quickly continued, "Master, I’ve already shouted out the challenge! If you scold us now or don’t let us fight, it won’t just be us two brothers who lose face."

Old Jiang was so furious that he nearly spat out another mouthful of blood, glaring at the little rascal.

"Master, when we get back, you can hit or scold me all you want, but let us finish this fight first."

"..."

Song Zhicun also stared down at Old Jiang with a murderous gaze. "Brother Jiang, these are your disciples! What do you say?!"

Old Jiang glanced at Chen Nuo and Zhang Linsheng on the ring.

At this moment, with things having progressed this far, he really couldn’t bring himself to say "don’t fight!"

Chen Nuo was right!

If he scolded his disciples now and then refused the fight... that would truly be an utter loss of face!

"Let-let them do as they will," Old Jiang sighed helplessly.

"Hey, Uncle Song, my master has no objections," Chen Nuo said, spreading his hands. "What do you say?"

With all eyes in the arena on him, Song Zhicun knew that regardless of his own thoughts, he couldn’t dwell on them now. He nodded fiercely. "Fine! If you want to fight, then fight!"

"Okay, how shall we fight?" Chen Nuo smiled. "You have so many disciples; you choose who will fight!"

After a pause, he purposely pointed at the guy who was being helped aside below the ring, tauntingly saying, "Make sure you pick someone good! And don’t lose and then claim they can’t represent the ninth generation of the Song Family again!"

This comment was a blatant slap in the face. Song Zhicun was furious inside, but he ultimately maintained his dignity and didn’t stoop to argue with a junior. He snorted, turned his head, and surveyed his disciples one by one.

"Master! I’ll go!"

"I’m up!"

"Master! Let me do it!"

Especially that robust man—Song Zhicun’s eldest disciple and also the one with the best kung fu skills among his disciples, carefully trained by Song Zhicun as the mainstay to watch his back in his old age.

Logically, it was time for his eldest disciple to step forward.

For martial arts masters like Song Zhicun, such a mainstay disciple, one trained to defend him in his old age, was even more important than one’s own son!

Martial artists often faced challenges or attempts to usurp their school’s reputation. The greater your fame, the more challengers would appear. New talents constantly emerged in the martial world, always looking to make a name for themselves by defeating established masters.

When martial artists grew old, their vigor faded, their physical strength declined, their prowess slipped, and their peak was past. If they fought then and lost, a lifetime of fame would become a stepping stone for someone else.

Thus, they would cultivate a true disciple, inheriting their mantle and all their ultimate skills. When a powerful challenger arrived, an aging martial artist, no longer at their peak, would send such a direct disciple to fight. This was what was known as a disciple to "defend against old age."

This kind of occasion was perfect for such a disciple to appear.

But Song Zhicun’s gaze swept over him, and then he shook his head. "Ah Wei, you have a match next week."

His gaze then settled on his third disciple.

"Jiaqiang, go and face him!"

Although his eldest disciple Ah Wei had the best kung fu, the match next week was also very important. Additionally, the betting houses in Macau had set very large odds, and the stakes were too high for Song Zhicun to dare risk letting Ah Wei fight now.

If Ah Wei suffered even the slightest injury that affected next week’s match and the betting houses’ odds, the losses would be too great!

Among his disciples, the best at kung fu was his eldest disciple Ah Wei, but the next best was his third disciple.

Even though the third disciple had been the third to join, his aptitude was better than the second disciple’s. He practiced diligently after joining, and though he was ranked third in seniority, in terms of martial arts skill, he was now second only to the eldest disciple.

He had been practicing martial arts with him for nearly twenty years. Although he hadn’t reached the master level yet, his fists were very strong, and he had earned quite a reputation over the years.

To deal with a youngster who had only been practicing martial arts for a little more than half a year, even if his talent was so great it reached the heavens, Song Zhicun didn’t believe he could defeat his third disciple!

"Good, Master!"

The third disciple immediately nodded without hesitation and then stepped forward, passing through the crowd.

This man was not tall but stocky and unremarkable in appearance, with dark skin.

As he slowly walked out, he quickly took off his short jacket and tossed it beneath the ring, revealing a white sweatshirt with the Song Family martial arts academy’s name on it.

Song Zhicun had already moved to the corner with his disciples at this time and then jumped off the ring.

"Jiaqiang! Be careful!"

After jumping off the ring, Song Zhicun didn’t forget to remind him loudly.

The third disciple nodded.

Old Jiang and Song Qiaoyun sat together and quickly shouted, "Lin Sheng! Be safe! Don’t force it if you can’t win!"

"Master, don’t worry, my Senior Brother will be fine!" Before Zhang Linsheng could reply, Chen Nuo hastily responded.

As he spoke, Chen Nuo let out a laugh, shifted the small shoulder bag he had been carrying all day from his back, and began to take out the items inside, one by one.

They were a pair of protective sleeves and a pair of shin guards!

But in hand, they felt weighty and substantial.

"Hey! What are these?!" Song Zhicun was displeased. "Kid, this is bare-handed combat; weapons are not allowed."

"These aren’t weapons; they’re my Senior Brother’s unique martial art! What, can’t he use his own special gear when fighting? South Fist practitioners still wear wrist guards! Iron Wire Fist practitioners wear iron rings! Can’t my Senior Brother wear these?"

The referee on the ring also came over, frowning as he picked up one of the protective sleeves from Chen Nuo’s hand.

"Sandbags?"

The referee was stunned.

Indeed, this item did not count as a weapon.

It was common for martial arts beginners to wear sandbags for training, but no one had ever heard of using them to hit people.

They were worn during training as weights for physical conditioning, or as protective gear when practicing resistance to strikes.

"This..." The referee was unsure.

"Hey, my Senior Brother’s unique martial art requires wearing these! What’s the matter, are you even afraid of a sandbag?" Chen Nuo said loudly. "If that’s not allowed, you guys can wear them too! You can wear metal elbow guards, shin guards, knee pads—all of that is fine!"

Song Zhicun said with dissatisfaction, "What unique martial art requires wearing sandbags? There’s no such thing in Song Family Fist!"

"Sandbag Fists, no good? My Senior Brother invented it; is that not allowed?"

"..."

The referee looked at Song Zhicun, who exhaled sharply and then laughed out of sheer frustration. "Fine! Let me also see what kind of unique boxing method the eldest disciple of the main branch has created, you young hero!"

The referee then looked towards the row of seats occupied by the martial arts elders in front of the platform; finding no opposition, he nodded in agreement. "Okay!"

Being a local referee, he naturally had a soft spot for the locals and said to Song Zhicun’s third disciple, "Do you need to wear anything?"

"No need," the third disciple sneered viciously. "Let him wear whatever he wants! If he has the guts, he can wrap his entire body in sandbags and get beaten up just fine!"

The referee nodded and then summoned the two to come to the center.

"No eye gouging, no hits to the groin! Falling three times means defeat! Giving up halfway will be judged a loss! You must stop when I yell stop! Understood?"

"Understood!" Zhang Linsheng and his opponent answered simultaneously.

"Hold on a second!" Chen Nuo had already moved below the ring, standing by the corner ropes. "What if someone falls off the platform?"

The referee looked at the young man as if he were an idiot, saying impatiently, "Kid! Is this your first day competing in martial arts? Naturally, falling off the platform means defeat! Does that even need to be said?"

"Oh, then there’s no problem."

After the referee slowly backed away, Zhang Linsheng and his opponent also stepped back simultaneously, increasing the distance between them!

Looking at Zhang Linsheng, the third disciple slowly raised his hand and made a starting gesture. "Song Family Fist, Ding Jiaqiang! I await your instruction!"

In reality, Zhang Linsheng was feeling somewhat confused and nervous. But he still remembered the words Chen Nuo had told him and had absolute trust in Chen Nuo. Even though his heart was pounding furiously, he gradually relaxed and emptied his mind.

Soon, the sensation of his body being taken over emerged!

Zhang Linsheng now seemed to become a bystander, "watching" his body slowly take on a familiar martial arts stance and then, hearing his own mouth slowly utter a sentence.

"Eldest disciple of the Song Family’s main branch, Jinling’s Brother Haonan! I await your instruction!"

WHOOM!

A stir went through the seated audience!

What did this kid say?

Haonan?

Shit! We know this one!

As the audience below the ring was abuzz with discussions about the name "Haonan," on the ring, Ding Jiaqiang made his move!

With no pleasantries or fancy talk, as if infuriated by the repeated provocations, Ding Jiaqiang bellowed and charged forward with a swift step, his first move a punch!

On the platform, Zhang Linsheng rapidly retreated, the force of the punch barely missing his nose!

Ding Jiaqiang’s first punch missed, and his second came quickly thereafter!

Zhang Linsheng’s feet seemed to be on grease, another sliding step allowing him to dodge once more!

Ding Jiaqiang roared like a tiger, his fists like a storm, delivering a continuous combination of punches. Zhang Linsheng raised his arms high to guard his head, but he didn’t block or counterattack; he just twisted his body, continually dodging with slippery footwork!

For a moment, the ring saw one attacking and the other dodging. Ding Jiaqiang unleashed more than a dozen punches in quick succession, all marvelously evaded by Zhang Linsheng’s astonishing agility!

Old Jiang and Song Qiaoyun were both stunned!

Zhang Linsheng’s natural talent, in Old Jiang’s view, was very good, but... it certainly didn’t include this kind of astonishing body movement and footwork!

Even during martial arts practice, Old Jiang had always felt that Zhang Linsheng’s lower body foundation was actually a weak point!

After all, with only half a year of training, although his boxing stances were very familiar, he had never truly practiced stances or dedicated footwork drills!

But at this moment, on the ring, Ding Jiaqiang pursued relentlessly, his shouts resounding incessantly, his fists drumming with all his skill towards Zhang Linsheng!

But his own disciple now didn’t seem human at all!!

Especially when Ding Jiaqiang sent a whip kick over, Zhang Linsheng’s body seemed to snap at the waist, bending backwards in an unimaginable posture. While maintaining this position, he was actually able to shift sideways a few steps, conveniently dodging Ding Jiaqiang’s successive two follow-up kicks.

Old Jiang even questioned if he was seeing things incorrectly!

For nearly two and a half minutes, regardless of how many punches Ding Jiaqiang threw or how many kicks he launched, none found their mark!

There wasn’t even a single block between them!

Zhang Linsheng on the ring used movements nearly akin to gymnastics to dodge all the offensive moves!

Ding Jiaqiang couldn’t even touch the fringe of his opponent’s clothes!

"Pressure him! Force him into the corner of the ropes!"

From the Song Family faction, Song Zhicun kept loudly instructing his disciple.

At this moment, he also felt something was off... that kid’s movements were too uncanny!

Only half a year of training? Who are you kidding?!

Finally, Ding Jiaqiang, with his abundant experience in martial arts competition, after several fruitless aggressive attacks, managed to corner Zhang Linsheng, leaving no room to dodge!

BANG!

Their first collision finally occurred!

Ding Jiaqiang threw a punch, which Zhang Linsheng blocked with his raised arm! Then an elbow strike, again blocked by Zhang Linsheng’s arms! A kick connected with Zhang Linsheng’s shinbone, but it too was blocked by the sandbag guard on his leg!

A twitch appeared at the corner of Chen Nuo’s eye!

He clearly felt Zhang Linsheng’s body begin to tremble!

This was the natural response of the body’s nerves.

Although he was protected by sandbags, his opponent was one of Song Zhicun’s personally trained disciples, who had studied for twenty years—how could his skill be easily overcome?

The man had practiced martial arts for twenty years; his fists had damaged countless sandbags, his feet had broken numerous wooden stakes!

No matter how much Chen Nuo "boosted" Zhang Linsheng, his physical strength was still comparable to an average person’s. He had not toughened his muscles or hardened his skin!

If it weren’t for the protection of the sandbags dissipating the force of the blows, Zhang Linsheng’s arms or legs might have been broken by the opponent! Even so, he was surely injured!

If it weren’t for Chen Nuo’s "control"—if it were Zhang Linsheng himself—such pain would definitely affect his will, and his body would react!

But under Chen Nuo’s control, Zhang Linsheng seemed completely oblivious to the pain. Though his arms and legs trembled slightly from the nerve response, he still made a sharply agile movement, bending over to scuttle under Ding Jiaqiang’s armpit like a nimble monkey!

Then, Zhang Linsheng was seen suddenly making a forceful shouldering move!

BANG!!

On the ring, Ding Jiaqiang’s body flew high into the air and then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, tumbled out of the ring, landing on the floor outside!

"..."

"..."

"..."

The entire place was once again silent as the grave!

Everyone was stunned!

Although Ding Jiaqiang had not managed to cause any damage to his opponent, from the way the fight had been going, he had always been pressing the attack! Zhang Linsheng, despite his slick dodges, didn’t seem to have any chance to counterattack!

How did it happen that in the blink of an eye, Ding Jiaqiang, who had clearly hit his opponent several times in succession, found his opponent seemingly unharmed? Instead, with a simple reverse move, his opponent threw Ding Jiaqiang out of the ring?

A few seconds later, the martial arts arena erupted into an uproar!

Song Zhicun’s face had turned pale!

He stared with wide eyes and an agape mouth, looking back and forth between Zhang Linsheng on the ring and Ding Jiaqiang below.

Ding Jiaqiang was obviously not seriously injured. He scrambled to his feet quickly after landing, though he was disheveled, and his face showed anger, frustration, and shame.

He turned his head to look at Song Zhicun. "Ma-Master..."

Old Jiang and Song Qiaoyun were also stunned.

But Chen Nuo burst into laughter, leaped onto the ring, and helped Zhang Linsheng back into the corner. At that moment, he withdrew his spiritual power, and Zhang Linsheng suddenly felt his body regain his own control.

However, at the same time, an intense, sharp pain overwhelmed his arms and legs, and he almost let out a cry of agony without thinking.

Chen Nuo quickly covered Zhang Linsheng’s mouth and said in a rush, "Don’t shout! Bear with the pain!"

Zhang Linsheng felt cold sweat breaking out from the pain, his breathing seemed to tremble, but finally, after taking a few deep breaths, he firmly closed his mouth.

Chen Nuo gently lifted Zhang Linsheng’s arm and peeked under the corner of the sandbag sleeve.

Under the sandbag sleeve, Zhang Linsheng’s arm was a mass of black and purple bruises!

Chen Nuo hurriedly channeled his spiritual power, quickly working to dispel Zhang Linsheng’s bruising and soothe the damaged subcutaneous blood vessels, simultaneously pulling out a towel to wipe Zhang Linsheng’s sweat.

Zhang Linsheng’s arms trembled almost too much to hold the towel, but Chen Nuo took the initiative to grab the towel and wipe him down.

"Damn... it hurts so bad!" Zhang Linsheng was finally able to speak.

"Bear with it, you’ve made quite the splash this time! We’ll continue in a bit!"

"Huh? Continue?"

The referee on the ring was also dumbfounded!

After being stunned for a few seconds, he finally made an expression as if he’d seen a ghost, looked at Ding Jiaqiang who had been thrown off the ring, and then at Zhang Linsheng who had retreated to the corner.

Then he walked to the center and announced the result of the match.

Song Zhicun felt dizzy, and the light before his eyes seemed unbearably bright.

At that moment, Chen Nuo’s voice came from the ring, "Uncle Song! Who from the Song Family Faction is up for the second round?"

Song Zhicun: ?????

The second round?

What second round??

There’s even a second round???

Song Zhicun stared at Chen Nuo with a dumbfounded expression, but Chen Nuo, as if completely unaware, naturally said, "There are two of us Senior Brothers, so naturally, we fight two rounds. We won the first round; now who are you sending up for the second?"

If Song Zhicun previously detested this troublemaking kid, at this moment, he almost loved this ignorant little fool!!

There’s a second round?!

Because there are two people, they need to fight two rounds?

This guy must be a complete amateur!!

Is he just handing over the chance for a comeback on a silver platter?!

As if too excited, Song Zhicun even took a deep breath before he suppressed the elation in his heart and said loudly, "Of course, we need to send someone!"

With these words, the cheers for the Song Family from the audience all around seemed far less passionate than before.

Chen Nuo "didn’t understand," but these spectators were all either regular martial arts practitioners, connoisseurs, or enthusiasts.

It was supposed to be a martial arts competition, one generation fighting another.

Where was there a second match? And calculating rounds based on the number of participants?

That little northerner didn’t understand.

How could Song Zhicun, the head of the Song Family, possibly not understand?

This was clearly feigning ignorance to take advantage!

Although the spectators all supported the local fighters, at this scene, they started to feel somewhat ashamed, and the cheers for the Song Family were no longer as enthusiastic as before.

How embarrassing!!

Old Jiang’s initial joy had now turned into a face of rage. Zhang Linsheng managing to win a match unexpectedly had already far exceeded Old Jiang’s expectations! To see Song Zhicun shamelessly pressing his advantage and bullying his disciple like this, he immediately yelled, "Song Zhicun! What are you saying—"

"Master! It’s okay!" Chen Nuo quickly interrupted Old Jiang. "We should have a second match; we’re prepared for it."

"Brother Jiang! Your disciple himself said there would be two matches." Song Zhicun dared not elaborate and hastily said to the strong middle-aged man behind him, "Ah Wei! You’re up!"

This time, he couldn’t afford to hold back any strength! He couldn’t even care about next week’s match!

Song Chengye and Song Gaoyuan wanted to stop him, but they saw Ah Wei had already leaped swiftly onto the ring.

Song Zhicun also shouted loudly, "Ah Wei! Fight well! Don’t disgrace the prestige of our Song Family Fist!"

The old man had already thrown his dignity to the wind, even stepping forward himself, waving his arms repeatedly, inciting the audience to shout and cheer.

However, the enthusiasm of the audience was no longer as fervent. Amidst the shouts, there were occasionally some boos—Song Zhicun could no longer care about these things at this moment!

As long as his disciple Ah Wei could seize a victory, and considering the martial arts elders who came to observe were all invited by him, plus the favors he could offer the media later on... he would have a pretext to gloss over today’s embarrassment!

Seeing Ah Wei leap onto the ring, Chen Nuo gently patted Zhang Linsheng. "Clench your teeth and hold on! Don’t worry, I’m with you!"

Although Zhang Linsheng’s face was somewhat pale, and after regaining control of his body, besides the pain, there was a tearing sensation in his lungs and an intense feeling of exhaustion throughout his body. All this made Zhang Linsheng very aware that in the previous match, although under Chen Nuo’s control he had made countless unimaginable evasive moves, these had exceeded his body’s normal physical limits. His body had definitely sustained injuries.

But at this moment, he still chose to trust Chen Nuo!

Nodding forcefully, Zhang Linsheng slowly walked to the center.

When the control of his body was once again taken over by Chen Nuo, Zhang Linsheng suddenly remembered something he had forgotten to tell Chen Nuo!!!

As expected!!

"Song Family Fist, main branch, ninth-generation disciple, from Jinling, Brother Haonan! Your guidance, please!"

Dammit! Could you not mention that name!!!

Brother Haonan felt an urge to cry but had no tears.

"...Song Family Fist, second branch, ninth-generation disciple, Liu Shiwei!"

The strong middle-aged man gave a salute with his fists, but his eyes were filled with sinister energy.

"Ah Wei! Force him into the corner with the ropes!" Down below, Song Zhicun shouted in a deep voice.