The next day, Cheng Ming hurried without pause to Jinghong Martial Arts School and found Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang stopped what he was doing. Seeing Cheng Ming's grave expression, he asked, "Brother Ming, you came looking for me in such a rush. Is something wrong?"
Cheng Ming got straight to the point, his tone heavy. "It's about Niangniang Temple Wharf. The Wu Family is forcing us into a 'fist duel' to decide life and death!"
"A fist duel?!"
Jiang Yang's eyelids twitched sharply, and his face instantly filled with difficulty. "Brother Ming, you know my injuries from my last attempt to break through the barrier still haven't fully healed."
He let out a heavy sigh, as though deeply pained. "Even if I risked my life and forced myself into the ring, against Tian Yaozong... I'm afraid the odds would be stacked heavily against me."
Jiang Yang had long known of the feud between the Wu Family and the Cheng Family, and he understood Tian Yaozong's strength even better.
He had prepared this excuse to shirk responsibility long ago.
Cheng Ming's heart instantly sank to the bottom.
Seeing Jiang Yang's evasive expression, a chill mixed with disappointment rose in his heart.
The Cheng Family had spared no expense to provide him with precious medicines and Spirit Fish. Even if they could not restore him to his peak, he should never have displayed such a shirking attitude.
He had never imagined that the Cheng Family's wholehearted support would be repaid with such cold-hearted rejection.
Cheng Ming returned to the River Bureau in a daze, his face written with dejection and anxiety.
"Boss."
Chen Qing, who had just finished his shift and come over from Zhou Academy, immediately noticed that something was wrong with Cheng Ming. "What happened?"
When Cheng Ming looked up