I Need to Warm Up

Me?

Fang Mo was stunned for a moment, then looked at Guan Lie in surprise.

He had never dreamed that Guan Lie would call on him. It should not have been his turn no matter what! Among the Front Courtyard disciples, there were plenty who had started training months before him. Why was he being called?

"Master!"

Still, he hurriedly stepped forward.

"Do you dare to go up?"

Guan Lie looked at Fang Mo and asked in a deep voice.

Fang Mo looked at Guan Lie, then shifted his gaze to Han Zhou on the stage. He nodded.

"I dare!"

"Good!"

A sharp gleam burst from Guan Lie's eyes. He had not expected Fang Mo to truly agree, and a trace of satisfaction appeared on his face. He nodded.

"Go on! Fight this match well!"

"Yes, Master!"

Fang Mo clasped his fists in salute and turned to head for the stage. At that moment, Guan Lu suddenly hurried after him, grabbed his arm, and said with resolute eyes, "Fang Mo, I know your strength. You must win this battle!"

Meeting Guan Lu's gaze, Fang Mo felt puzzled. It seemed Guan Lu might have learned something. He nodded.

"I'll do my best!"

Hearing his agreement, Guan Lu smiled faintly and lowered her voice.

"Not do your best. You must win. You definitely have to win. If you do, Senior Disciple Sister will give you a reward!"

"What reward?"

Fang Mo asked in surprise.

A brilliant smile bloomed on Guan Lu's face. She gave him a push.

"We'll talk after you win. If you lose, I won't let you off!"

"Good luck, Junior Brother Fang! You can do it!"

Ding Zhiwu clenched his fist and made a cheering gesture.

"Junior Brother Fang, we believe you can do it!"

He Shaobing and Chu Silin also cheered Fang Mo on.

"Alright!"

Fang Mo smiled at them, then turned and walked toward the arena.

"Does Tiger Might Martial Arts School have no one left? Why did they send someone like him?"

"That kid's way too skinny, isn't he? What strength could he possibly have? Is Tiger Might Martial Arts School planning to give up?"

"They had no one left, so they dragged him out to make up the numbers!"

The moment people saw Fang Mo enter, heated discussion broke out, accompanied now and then by jeers.

Although Fang Mo had trained for nearly two months and his body had grown stronger, he still looked far less imposing than the other martial artists. He appeared much thinner, neither tall nor broad, and did not look like someone who practiced martial arts at all.

"Fang Mo is going up?"

Seeing Fang Mo actually walk onto the stage, Qin Lang's eyes widened in utter disbelief.

He knew Fang Mo had begun practicing martial arts, but how long had it been? What strength could he possibly have? Besides, he was a good-for-nothing. Was he going up there to seek death?

"Xiaolang, you know him?"

Qin Linyue looked at Qin Lang beside him and asked.

"Second Uncle, he's Fang Mo!"

Qin Lang leaned closer and spoke in a low voice.

"Fang Mo from the Fang Family?"

Qin Linyue asked doubtfully.

"Yes, it's him!"

Qin Lang nodded.

Qin Linyue narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "Go tell the people from Xiongying Martial Arts School to cripple him!"

Qin Lang's eyes lit up at once, and he said excitedly, "Alright, Second Uncle. I'll go right away!"

"Madam, it's Fang Mo!"

At a restaurant outside the square, Aunt Sun pointed toward the arena and spoke to Hu Yuehua, who was seated nearby.

"I saw him!"

Hu Yuehua held a pair of binoculars, their lenses fixed tightly on Fang Mo. Her gaze was cold. "That good-for-nothing actually dares to get onstage and compete? What could he possibly have learned?"

Aunt Sun smiled faintly.

"Perhaps Guan Lie has come to his senses and no longer dares to oppose us. Maybe he sent Fang Mo up there to die!"

Hu Yuehua's lips curled into a cold smile.

"That would be best. But Tiger Might Martial Arts School still cannot be spared. They caused me to lose thirty million. It is too late for them to surrender now. Once they are defeated, I will let them know the wrath of the Fang Family!"

Fang Mo heard the discussions and jeers as well, but he acted as if he had not heard them. Step by step, he arrived before the arena.

Unlike Han Zhou, he did not leap onto it. Instead, he climbed the stairs.

That drew even more laughter, with mocking cries rising one after another.

"Kid, I advise you to go back down! Send someone stronger up here."

Han Zhou stood with his arms folded, contempt in his eyes.

Fang Mo calmly walked onto the stage and smiled faintly.

"It's fine. If I lose, someone will naturally come up."

Han Zhou was about to speak when he looked toward Xiongying Martial Arts School. He saw someone beside Wei Zhendong make a gesture to him. He immediately understood and nodded. When he looked back at Fang Mo, his eyes had turned cold.

"You're courting death yourself, so you can't blame me!"

His body shifted as he assumed the offensive stance of the Eagle Claw Technique. Roc Spreads Its Wings, and his aura surged.

"Wait!"

Fang Mo suddenly raised a hand to stop him.

"What is it?"

Han Zhou withdrew his stance and asked in a deep voice.

"Let me knock the sand out of my shoes first!"

Fang Mo smiled, squatted down, took off his shoe, and tapped it against the ground to pour out the sand inside. His movements were unhurried, making Han Zhou roll his eyes in exasperation.

"Hey, get off already!"

"If you don't dare fight, then scram! Don't waste our time!"

Seeing this, the spectators began shouting in dissatisfaction. Some even clamored for Fang Mo to get off the stage, but Fang Mo ignored them completely and continued emptying the sand from his shoes.

"Are you done yet?"

Han Zhou shouted impatiently.

"Done!"

Fang Mo finally finished and slowly put his shoe back on.

Han Zhou assumed his stance again and shouted in a deep voice, "Then let's begin!"

"Wait!"

Fang Mo raised his hand again to stop him. Han Zhou shifted his footing and nearly twisted something. He halted his stance and shouted furiously.

"Are you ever going to be done?"

Fang Mo replied without the slightest hurry, "I need to warm up. If I'm not loosened up, I might throw out my back. Do you want to warm up too?"

"I don't need to. Hurry up!"

Han Zhou shouted angrily.

Fang Mo smiled faintly. He stretched his legs, swung his arms, and twisted his waist, making Han Zhou look ready to smoke with rage. After waiting more than ten seconds, Han Zhou could no longer endure it and roared, "Are you done? If you still won't fight, get the hell off the stage!"

"Done!"

Fang Mo smiled faintly, stopped moving, and assumed a stance. "Come on!"

Only then did Han Zhou take up his stance, but after being delayed twice, his Roc Spreads Its Wings stance had become somewhat loose, and his gaze was no longer fully focused.

"Fierce Tiger Pounces Mountain!"

Fang Mo's eyes suddenly widened. His blood and qi erupted, and a tiger's roar burst forth as he lunged like a fierce tiger.

In that instant, he seemed to become a real tiger. Where was that weak and frail appearance from before? His speed was astonishing. Startled by the tiger's roar, Han Zhou's face changed instantly. In panic, he used Eagle Claw Technique to meet the attack.

Bang!

Their clawed hands collided with a muffled impact. Shock burst into Han Zhou's eyes as he felt force crashing toward him like mountains toppling and seas overturning. That thin body possessed such terrifying strength, not the least bit weaker than his own. Caught off guard, he failed to unleash his full power and fell completely into a disadvantage, his body forced backward.

"Good! Fierce Tiger Pounces Mountain was executed beautifully!"

Guan Lie's eyes lit up, and he silently cried out in approval. Fang Mo's move had astonished him; he had already grasped a trace of the true essence of Tiger Subduing Fist.

"Junior Brother Fang's strength is incredible!"

The people from Tiger Might Martial Arts School were equally stunned.

If Fang Mo's opening strike had caught his opponent by surprise, their head-on collision had been real. Everyone knew his Tiger Subduing Fist had reached a decent level, but they had not expected his strength to be so formidable as well.

Guan Lu's face was filled with delight. As expected, she had not been wrong. Iron Mask was Fang Mo.

Today's match was in the bag!

"Ambush attack! That was an ambush attack!"

Many people from Xiongying Martial Arts School shouted furiously, while Wei Zhendong's face darkened.

"Tiger Step Cannon Hammer!"

Fang Mo paid no attention to the shock below the stage. Having gained the advantage with one move, he erupted with all his strength. His feet shifted, and he caught up in an instant, driving a Cannon Hammer straight at Han Zhou's chest.

Han Zhou had only just steadied himself. Seeing Fang Mo charge at him like a fierce tiger, he had no time to dodge and hastily raised both hands to guard his chest.

Bang!

Fang Mo's fist smashed into Han Zhou's arms. The powerful impact crushed his hands against his chest and sent Han Zhou stumbling backward again and again.

"Block it for me!"

Han Zhou roared, explosively releasing his strength. He stamped hard on the ground, trying to force Fang Mo back.

"Golden Rooster Shakes Wings!"

Fang Mo suddenly stamped the ground again. His arm shook, and Inch Strength erupted, instantly blasting Han Zhou's arms fully into his chest.

Boom!

How could Han Zhou possibly block it now? His body was blasted backward several steps in a row. His arms felt as though they were about to break, while the penetrating force struck his chest so hard that he nearly coughed up blood, an intense urge to cough surging up.

"Get down!"

Fang Mo roared as he pounced forward like a fierce tiger. A tiger's roar shook the forest, and powerful force pressed down like a tiger leaping upon its prey.