Where's the Reward Senior Sister Promised?

"Not good!"

Before Han Zhou had even steadied himself, Fang Mo was already upon him. He felt an overwhelming, mountain-crushing force bearing down on him, but it was too late to dodge.

"Block it for me!"

He gritted his teeth and roared. Planting his feet, he dropped into a square horse stance and tensed both arms, intending to use Iron Shirt to take the blow.

Bang!

Fang Mo drove in with a Wrapped Elbow, smashing heavily into his chest. Han Zhou's face instantly turned deathly pale as his body was sent flying off the arena. After landing, he staggered back several more steps.

Pfft!

Han Zhou spat out a mouthful of blood, his body going limp as he dropped to his knees. His Iron Shirt had been utterly unable to withstand Fang Mo's Wrapped Elbow.

Just like Mountain Breaking Claw, he had thought Iron Shirt could block it. But Fang Mo was not merely fierce and forceful—he also knew the Inch Strength method of Taiji Xingyi Fist. With his current strength, he could send even a bull flying, let alone a person, especially when striking a vital point in the chest.

"Whoa!"

The crowd instantly erupted into an uproar.

"How is that possible? Han Zhou was knocked off the arena?"

"What happened? I just lowered my head for a moment—how did Han Zhou end up below the stage?"

"That was a shameless sneak attack! He should be declared the loser!"

"Referee! Why are you ignoring such an obvious sneak attack?"

"Sneak attack? Which eye of yours saw a sneak attack? Didn't he say it had started? Han Zhou was careless—who could he blame but himself?"

Everyone below the stage argued heatedly, some even red-faced with rage. The people from Xiongying Martial Arts School were loudly protesting in particular.

"Trash!"

Anger flashed through Wei Zhendong's eyes. A match he had considered a sure win had actually been lost.

Guan Lie was somewhat surprised as well.

He had believed Fang Mo and Han Zhou would definitely have to endure a bitter battle, and that Fang Mo would most likely lose. Yet he had not expected the fight to end so quickly.

And Fang Mo had won!

He looked toward Xie Changmin, who smiled and nodded.

Letting Fang Mo take the stage had not merely been Guan Lu's insistence. The two of them had been observing in secret. The reason they had not intensified Fang Mo's training was to give Xiongying Martial Arts School a false impression and catch them unprepared. It had indeed worked.

When Fang Mo entered the match, Han Zhou had not taken him seriously at all. As a result, he had been caught off guard and knocked off the arena!

Still, Guan Lie soon sighed softly.

"What a pity!"

"Yeah!"

Guan Lu excitedly pumped her fist. Fang Mo had won—she had been right to insist.

"Fang Mo won?"

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"I don't think so!"

The Tiger Might Martial Arts School students were utterly dumbfounded, their faces full of confusion and disbelief.

Was this really Fang Mo, whom they usually looked down on the most? He had actually been this formidable, knocking Han Zhou off the stage in three moves and even making him cough blood. It was more fantastical than a dream.

"You... you cheated!"

Han Zhou actually got back to his feet, his face filled with rage. Pointing at Fang Mo through gritted teeth, he shouted, "I object! I demand a rematch! This match doesn't count!"

Fang Mo dusted off nonexistent dirt from his clothes and smiled.

"Which move of mine was a sneak attack? Didn't you say it had begun?"

"I..."

Han Zhou froze slightly, then said furiously, "You attacked before I was ready! That was a sneak attack!"

Fang Mo smiled.

"If you weren't ready, then why did you come to compete? If you can't handle it, go home and have some milk before coming back!"

"Ha ha!"

"That's right! If you weren't ready, why compete? Go home and drink milk!"

"This kid hasn't grown up yet. Does he think this is playing house? Go home and find your mother!"

Laughter immediately broke out around the stage, with people shouting mockery as well. Han Zhou was so furious that smoke nearly rose from all seven orifices.

"You... shut up!"

Han Zhou pointed at the crowd and roared in fury, the veins on his forehead throbbing as though he wanted to devour someone.

"Han Zhou, get back here!"

At that moment, an angry shout shook the entire venue, even drowning out the voices of thousands.

Han Zhou looked over and met Wei Zhendong's cold, stern gaze. He shuddered and immediately regained his senses, hurriedly clutching his chest as he staggered away.

At this moment, a dignified old man with white hair and beard rose from the referee's table and said in a deep voice, "This match has been certified as valid. Tiger Might Martial Arts School wins this round. Master Wei, do you have any objection?"

Wei Zhendong's expression remained calm. "I have no objection."

"Good!"

The old man nodded, swept his gaze around the venue, and announced loudly, "Tiger Might Martial Arts School wins this match!"

"Good!"

"Tiger Might won!"

"Tiger Might! Tiger Might..."

Students from the various martial halls raised their hands and cheered excitedly, applauding Tiger Might Martial Arts School. The surrounding spectators joined in as well, and for a time, the cheers shook the heavens.

"Hall Master Guan, congratulations. You've taken in an excellent disciple. Such talent in battle is exceedingly rare!"

Hong Jiantong smiled as he congratulated Guan Lie.

Xiong Jiang also smiled. "The lad is indeed impressive. He first showed weakness, then disrupted his opponent's state of mind. His attacks were decisive, without the slightest dragging of feet. Hall Master Guan, you've really put thought into nurturing him! He's far stronger than my useless disciples!"

"You flatter him!"

Guan Lie responded with a smile, though his feelings were somewhat complicated. He had never once given Fang Mo any guidance. It seemed Fang Mo had cultivated entirely on his own. His title as master felt rather undeserved.

Fang Mo walked down from the stage and returned to the front of Tiger Might Martial Arts School's group amid the cheers. He cupped his fists and saluted. "Hall Master, I have not failed your expectations!"

Guan Lie nodded with a smile. "Fang Mo, you performed well. Go rest in the back."

"Yes!"

Fang Mo answered and entered the group. Quite a few senior and junior brothers immediately came up to congratulate him, far more warmly than usual. Fang Mo smiled and responded to each of them.

"Junior Brother Fang, you really made a name for yourself in one stroke this time!"

Ding Zhiyuan excitedly gave Fang Mo a thumbs-up. Although he had long felt that Fang Mo would surely achieve something, he had not expected him to reach this level. He felt that his earlier investment had truly been the right choice.

"I merely caught him off guard by luck!"

Fang Mo smiled modestly as he explained.

"No matter what, a win is a win!"

Ding Zhiyuan said with a smile.

"Fang Mo, you did well!"

Guan Lu walked over and patted Fang Mo on the shoulder. Ding Zhiyuan immediately and tactfully stepped aside, smiling as he watched them. At the same time, he found it strange—Senior Sister Guan seemed to have an unusual relationship with Fang Mo.

"Senior Sister, where's the reward you promised?"

Fang Mo asked quietly.

Guan Lu lifted her pretty face and said irritably, "Why are you in such a hurry? We'll talk when we get back!"

"Oh, all right!"

Fang Mo rubbed his nose. He did not really care what the reward was; he only wanted to know how Guan Lu had known about his strength.

"Trash! All trash! Not even as good as trash!"

Hu Yuehua's face was filled with fury as she slapped a teacup from the table, sending it flying into the wall and shattering it.

There was no trace of her usual graceful beauty now. Her face was savage and twisted, her eyes brimming with killing intent.

"Madam, there is no need for you to be angry over him. He may have performed well, but his Bone Structure determines that he will never go far. Ming Jin may well be his limit!"

Aunt Sun hurriedly tried to persuade her.

"There cannot be even the slightest possibility!"

Killing intent surged in Hu Yuehua's eyes. "I cannot allow him to pose even the slightest threat to Yang'er. After all, he is the legitimate eldest young master of the Fang Family. Once those old fossils of the Fang Family discover that Fang Mo truly has talent, there may be changes!"

She gritted her teeth and said, "And that boy is far too good at hiding himself. We never discovered his talent all these years, which shows how sinister his nature is. Such concealment must mean he has some scheme. Perhaps being rescued last time was not an accident—he may very well have had arrangements in reserve. Yes, it must be so. It is very possible that someone in the Fang Family is still protecting him!"

Aunt Sun's expression shifted slightly, and her eyes turned cold. "Madam, rest assured. He was lucky last time and happened to be saved. If we act again, I will never give him another chance!"

Hu Yuehua clenched her teeth. "Go make the arrangements immediately. Whether Tiger Might Martial Arts School wins or loses, Fang Mo must die. I do not want to see him again!"