I Need to Warm Up

Chapter 49: I Need to Warm Up

"Me!"

Fang Mo was stunned by the words and looked at Guan Lie in surprise.

He never dreamed Guan Lie would call on him. It wasn't his turn, was it? There were many disciples in the front courtyard who had been there for months longer than him. Why would they call on him?

"Hall Master!"

Still, he quickly 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 and said:

"I dare!"

"Good!"

Guan Lie's eyes suddenly flashed with light. He hadn't expected Fang Mo to actually dare to accept. A look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and he nodded:

"Go up! Have a good match!"

"Yes, Hall Master!"

Fang Mo cupped his fists in salute and turned to go up to the stage. Just then, Guan Lu suddenly hurried a few steps forward, caught up with Fang Mo, grabbed his arm, and said with determination in her eyes:

"Fang Mo, I know your strength. You must win this fight!"

Fang Mo met Guan Lu's gaze. He was puzzled, thinking that Guan Lu likely knew something. He nodded and said:

"I'll do my best!"

Hearing his promise, Guan Lu's face showed a slight smile, and she whispered:

"Not 'do your best,' you must, you absolutely must. If you win, Senior Sister will give you a reward!"

"What reward!"

Fang Mo asked in surprise.

Guan Lu's face broke into a brilliant smile, and she pushed him lightly, saying:

"I'll tell you when you win. If you lose, I won't let you off!"

"Go, Junior Brother Fang! You can definitely 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.

"Okay!"

Fang Mo smiled at everyone, then turned and walked towards the arena.

"Does Tiger Might Martial Arts School have no one left? Why would they send someone like this!"

"This kid is too skinny! What kind of strength can he have? Is this Tiger Might Martial Arts School giving up?"

"They're out of people and just sending someone to make up the numbers!"

When people saw Fang Mo appear, they immediately started discussing animatedly, and there were even some jeers.

Although Fang Mo had been training for nearly two months and his body had become stronger, he was still lacking compared to those who had been practicing martial arts for a long time. He appeared much thinner, not tall or robust, and not particularly tall either. He didn't look like someone who practiced martial arts at all.

"Fang Mo is going on stage?"

Qin Lang's eyes widened when he saw Fang Mo actually walking onto the stage. His eyes were full of disbelief.

He knew Fang Mo practiced martial arts, but how long had he been practicing? What strength could he possibly have? And he was still a good-for-nothing. How dare he go on stage? Was he looking to die?

"Little Lang, do you know him?"

Qin Linyue asked Qin Lang beside him.

"Second Uncle! He's Fang Mo!"

Qin Lang leaned in and whispered.

Qin Linyue looked puzzled and asked:

"Fang Mo from the Fang Family?"

"Yes, it's him!"

Qin Lang nodded.

Qin Linyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered:

"Go tell the people from Xiongying Martial Arts School to cripple him!"

Qin Lang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly:

"Okay, Second Uncle, I'll go right now!"

"Madam, it's Fang Mo!"

From a restaurant overlooking the plaza, Aunt Sun pointed at the arena and said to Hu Yuehua, who was seated.

"I see him!"

Hu Yuehua held a telescope, her lens fixed on Fang Mo. Her eyes were cold. "This good-for-nothing actually dares to go up and fight? What could he possibly have learned?"

Aunt Sun smiled slightly.

"Perhaps Guan Lie has thought it through and doesn't dare to be our enemy anymore. This is him sending Fang Mo to his death!"

Hu Yuehua's lips curled into a cold smile.

"That would be for the best, but we still can't let the Tiger Might Martial Arts School off. They cost me thirty million. It's too late for them to surrender now. After they lose, I'll let them know the wrath of the Fang Family!"

Fang Mo also heard the discussions and the jeers, but he pretended not to hear them and walked step by step to the edge of the arena.

He didn't jump up like Han Zhou; instead, he walked up the stairs.

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This remark caused laughter and jeers to erupt.

"Kid, I advise you to get down! Call someone stronger to come," Han Zhou said, crossing his arms, contempt in his eyes.

Fang Mo calmly walked onto the stage and smiled slightly. "It's fine. If I lose, someone else will come up!"

Han Zhou was about to say something when he looked in the direction of the Xiongying Martial Arts School. He saw someone next to Wei Zhendong make a gesture towards him. Han Zhou immediately understood and nodded. He then looked back at Fang Mo, his eyes now filled with coldness.

"If you're looking for death, then you can't blame me!"

He moved, adopting the Eagle Claw Skill attack stance, spreading his wings like a roc, his aura surging.

"Wait a moment!"

Suddenly, Fang Mo raised a hand to stop him.

"What is it?"

Han Zhou retracted his stance and said in a deep voice.

"Let me shake the sand out of my shoes!"

Fang Mo chuckled, crouched down, took off his shoes, and began to shake the sand out onto the ground. His movements were unhurried, making Han Zhou roll his eyes.

"Oh, get down with it!"

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

The audience, seeing this, began to shout their dissatisfaction, even yelling for Fang Mo to get off the stage. But Fang Mo acted as if he didn't hear them, continuing to shake the sand out of his shoes.

"Are you done yet?" Han Zhou called out impatiently.

"All done!"

Fang Mo finally finished, slowly putting his shoes back on.

Han Zhou once again adopted his stance and said in a deep voice, "Then let's begin!"

"Wait a moment!"

Fang Mo raised his hand to stop him again. Han Zhou's foot slipped, and he almost sprained his ankle. He stopped his stance and shouted angrily, "Are you done or not?"

Fang Mo said unhurriedly, "I need to warm up. If I don't stretch, I might pull my back. Do you want to warm up too?"

"I don't need to. Hurry up!" Han Zhou shouted angrily.

Fang Mo smiled slightly. He stretched his legs, swung his arms, and twisted his waist, making Han Zhou almost explode with anger. After waiting for more than ten seconds, he couldn't take it anymore and roared, "Are you done yet? If you don't fight, get off the stage!"

"All done!"

Fang Mo smiled slightly, stopped his movements, and assumed his stance. "Come on!"

Hearing this, Han Zhou finally took his stance. However, after being delayed twice, his roc-like posture was a bit loose, and his focus was wavering.

"Fierce Tiger Pounces Mountain!"

Suddenly, Fang Mo's eyes widened, his blood surged, and with a tiger's roar, he pounced forward like a fierce tiger.

In that instant, he seemed to have transformed into a real tiger. Gone was his previous weak demeanor. His speed was astonishing. Han Zhou was startled by the tiger's roar, his expression instantly changed, and he panicked, using Eagle Claw to meet the attack.

The two's claws collided, emitting a muffled thud. Han Zhou's eyes widened in shock. He felt a force like an overwhelming tide surge towards him. The opponent's slender body possessed such terrifying strength, no weaker than his own. Distracted, his power wasn't fully unleashed, and he was completely at a disadvantage, forced to retreat backward.

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

Guan Lie's eyes suddenly lit up. He secretly praised Fang Mo, whose moves caught his attention. Fang Mo had grasped a sliver of the true meaning of Tiger Subduing Fist.

"Junior Brother Fang has such strong power!"

The members of Tiger Might Martial Arts School were also shocked.

If Fang Mo's initial move was unexpected, this direct confrontation was real. They knew his Tiger Subduing Fist was at a high level, but they hadn't expected his strength to be equally formidable.

Guan Lu's face was filled with joy. As expected, she hadn't misjudged. That Iron Mask was indeed Fang Mo.

Today's match was a sure win!

"A sneak attack! He sneak attacked!"

Many people from Xiongying Martial Arts School shouted in anger. Wei Zhendong's expression turned grim.

"Tiger Step Cannon Hammer!"

Fang Mo ignored the shock from the audience. Seizing the advantage, he unleashed his full power. His footwork instantly closed the distance, and he delivered a cannon hammer strike directly at Han Zhou's chest.

Han Zhou had just stopped and saw Fang Mo charging at him like a fierce tiger. There was no time to dodge. He quickly raised his hands to protect his chest.

Fang Mo's fist struck Han Zhou's arms. The immense force pushed his arms back against his chest, shaking Han Zhou and forcing him to retreat several steps.

"Block it for me!"

Han Zhou roared, unleashing his strength. He stomped his foot hard on the ground, trying to push Fang Mo back.

"Golden Rooster Shakes Wings!"

Fang Mo stomped his foot again, shaking his arm. Inch Strength erupted, instantly forcing Han Zhou's arms to impact his own chest.

Han Zhou couldn't block it. His body was sent reeling backward several steps, his arms feeling as if they would break. A penetrating force struck his chest, making him feel like he was going to vomit blood, a strong urge to cough building up.

"Get down!"

Fang Mo roared. His body lunged forward like a fierce tiger, its roar shaking the forest. A powerful surge of energy pressed down, like a tiger pouncing on its prey.