The youth division matches came to an end, and Lu Chenzhou was unquestionably the dark horse.
At lunch, River-Crossing Jiao and Dancing Sky Lion came over to Ji Xuantong's table.
"Old Ji, you've taken in a fine disciple."
Ji Xuantong was secretly delighted, though he modestly said:
"Your true disciples aren't bad either."
"Is Lu Chenzhou still attending Culture High School?"
"He transferred to a martial arts school—Dragon City High School's Su City campus."
"That's good. Staying at an ordinary high school would have been a waste of his talent."
Lu Chenzhou had shown them enough respect by not instantly crushing their true disciples, so naturally the two of them had come to offer their thanks. Before long, Rikett came over as well. He extended a palm as broad as a cattail fan and shook hands with Ji Xuantong.
"Ji, you won this time."
"Hahaha, you let me win."
Rikett's fierce gaze fell on Lu Chenzhou.
"Young man, very impressive."
It was his heartfelt praise for an opponent.
"I hope to see you again next year."
With that, Rikett turned and left.
"Don't go. Lunch is on me today—we'll all have a meal together. The matches continue this afternoon." In high spirits, Ji Xuantong called Rikett back.
Rikett said:
"Thank you, but you all eat. I'm going to check on Rien."
In martial arts exchanges, friendship came first and rankings second.
Martial arts valued making friends through combat. On the field, everyone fought fiercely; off the field, they were all friends. They could afford to take victory and let go of defeat—such was a Martial Artist's backbone.
Everyone gathered around the dining table, chatting merrily.
Du Men had been grinning from ear to ear all day. Placing in the Martial Arts Academy Exchange Tournament had always been his little goal,