Where is the reward Senior Sister mentioned?

Chapter 50: Where's the Reward My Senior Sister Mentioned?

"No!"

Before Han Zhou could even steady himself, Fang Mo attacked. He felt an overwhelming, mountain-toppling momentum, but it was too late to dodge.

"Block it for me!"

He gritted his teeth and roared, stomping his feet into a stable horse stance. His arms tensed, intending to use Iron Cloth Shirt to withstand the blow.

Fang Mo delivered a wrapped-elbow strike, heavily impacting Han Zhou's chest. Instantly, Han Zhou's face turned ashen. He was sent flying backward, off the stage, and stumbled several steps before stopping.

Han Zhou coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body weakening as he collapsed to his knees. His Iron Cloth Shirt was completely unable to block Fang Mo's elbow strike.

Just like with Mountain Breaking Claw, he thought Iron Cloth Shirt could block it. But Fang Mo wasn't just about brute force; he also employed the Inch Strength techniques of Tai Chi and Xing Yi Quan. With his current strength, he could send a bull flying, let alone a person, especially when striking a vital point on the chest.

"Whoa!"

The crowd erupted in commotion.

"How is this possible? Han Zhou was knocked off the stage?"

"What happened? I looked down for a second, how did Han Zhou get off the stage!"

"This is a shameless sneak attack, he should be disqualified!"

"The referee, why didn't they do anything about such an obvious sneak attack?"

"Sneak attack? Which eye of yours saw a sneak attack? Didn't they say it started? Han Zhou was careless, who's to blame!"

Everyone in the audience was arguing, some even red-faced. The people from Xiongying Martial Arts School were shouting protests.

"Trash!"

Wei Zhendong's eyes flashed with anger. A match he had considered a sure win had been lost.

Guan Lie was also somewhat surprised.

He had assumed Fang Mo and Han Zhou would have a tough fight, and that Fang Mo would likely lose. He hadn't expected the fight to end so quickly.

And Fang Mo had won!

He looked at Xie Changmin, who smiled and nodded.

Letting Fang Mo compete wasn't just Guan Lu's insistence; the two of them had been observing secretly. They hadn't intensified his training precisely to give Xiongying Martial Arts School a false sense of security, allowing them to catch the opponent off guard. It had indeed been effective.

When Fang Mo entered the ring, Han Zhou didn't take him seriously at all, resulting in him being unexpectedly knocked off the stage!

However, he then sighed slightly.

"What a pity!"

"Yes!"

Guan Lu excitedly clenched her fist. Fang Mo had won; her persistence had been correct.

"Fang Mo won?"

"Am I dreaming?"

"I don't think so!"

The disciples of Tiger Might Martial Arts School were stunned, their faces filled with confusion and disbelief.

This was really the Fang Mo they usually looked down on, and he was this powerful? He knocked Han Zhou off the stage in three moves, even making him spit blood. It was more unreal than a dream.

"You... you cheated!"

Han Zhou actually stood up, his face full of anger. He gritted his teeth, pointed at Fang Mo, and shouted, "I protest, I demand a rematch, this match doesn't count!"

Fang Mo brushed off imaginary dust from his clothes and said with a smile:

"Wasn't that a sneak attack! Didn't you say it started!"

"I!"

Han Zhou was momentarily stunned, then said angrily, "You didn't wait for me to be ready? You attacked, that's a sneak attack!"

Fang Mo smiled and said:

"If you weren't ready, why did you come to fight? Why don't you go home and have some milk before coming back!"

"Haha!"

"Right, if you weren't ready, why come to fight? Go home and have some milk!"

"This kid isn't grown up yet, thinking this is playtime! Go home to your mom!"

Loud laughter erupted from the stage, with some people shouting taunts, making Han Zhou furious.

"You... shut up!"

Han Zhou angrily pointed at the crowd and roared, veins bulging on his forehead, looking like he was about to devour someone.

"Han Zhou, get back here!"

At that moment, a furious shout echoed through the venue, even drowning out the voices of thousands of people.

Han Zhou looked over and met Wei Zhendong's cold, stern gaze. He shivered, instantly sobered up, and quickly clutched his chest as he staggered back.

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At this moment, a majestic elder with white hair and beard stood up from the notary table and said in a deep voice:

"This match is certified and valid. Tiger Might Martial Arts School wins this match. Master Wei, do you have any objections?"

Wei Zhendong calmly replied:

"I have no objections!"

"Good!"

The elder nodded, his gaze swept across the surroundings, and he announced loudly:

"Tiger Might Martial Arts School wins this match!"

"Good!"

"Tiger Might won!"

"Tiger Might, Tiger Might..."

Students from various martial arts schools excitedly raised their hands and cheered, rooting for Tiger Might Martial Arts School. The onlookers also joined in the cheers, and for a moment, the sound of celebration shook the heavens.

"Congratulations, Master Guan. You've taken in a good disciple. Such combat talent is extremely rare!"

Hong Jiantong smiled and congratulated Guan Lie.

Xiong Jiang also smiled and said:

"The young man is indeed excellent. He feigned weakness first, then disrupted his opponent's mindset, and attacked decisively without any hesitation. Master Guan, you've put a lot of thought into his training! He's much better than my useless disciples!"

"You flatter me!"

Guan Lie replied with a smile, but his heart felt complicated. He had never once guided Fang Mo; it seemed the young man cultivated entirely on his own. He felt his title as a master was rather hollow!

Fang Mo walked off the stage and, amidst the cheers, returned to the front of the Tiger Might Martial Arts School team. He cupped his fists and bowed, saying:

"Master, I have not disgraced my mission!"

Guan Lie smiled and nodded:

"Fang Mo, you performed well. Go rest in the back!"

"Yes!"

Fang Mo responded and walked into the team. Immediately, many fellow disciples came up to congratulate him, much more enthusiastically than usual. Fang Mo smiled and responded to each of them.

"Junior Disciple Fang, you've truly made a name for yourself this time!"

Ding Zhiyuan excitedly gave Fang Mo a thumbs-up. Although he had always felt Fang Mo would achieve something, he hadn't expected him to reach this level. He felt his previous investment had paid off.

"It was just a lucky break, catching the opponent off guard!"

Fang Mo replied humbly with a smile.

"Regardless, you still won!"

Ding Zhiyuan said with a smile.

"Fang Mo performed admirably!"

At this moment, Guan Lu walked over and patted Fang Mo on the shoulder. Ding Zhiyuan immediately and tactfully stepped aside, watching the two with a smile, feeling a bit strange. He wondered why Senior Disciple Guan seemed to have an unusual relationship with Fang Mo.

"Senior Disciple, what about the reward you mentioned?"

Fang Mo whispered.

Guan Lu raised her pretty face and said irritably:

"What's the hurry? We'll talk about it when we get back!"

"Oh, okay!"

Fang Mo touched his nose. He genuinely didn't care about any reward; he just wanted to know how Guan Lu knew about his capabilities.

"Trash, all of you are trash, worse than trash!"

Hu Yuehua was furious and slapped a teacup off the table, sending it smashing against the wall.

At this moment, her face was no longer adorned with graceful beauty; it was contorted and ferocious, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Madam, there's no need for you to be angry over him. While he performed well, his innate talent dictates he won't get very far. Perhaps Bright Strength is his limit!"

Aunt Sun quickly tried to placate her.

"Not even the slightest possibility!"

Hu Yuehua's eyes surged with murderous intent. "I cannot let him pose any threat to Yang'er. After all, he is the legitimate eldest young master of the Fang Family. If those old fossils in the Fang Family discover Fang Mo truly has talent, things could change!"

She gritted her teeth and said:

"Moreover, this brat is too good at hiding. I never saw him possess this talent over the years, which shows his malicious nature. Such concealment must have a conspiracy behind it. Last time, perhaps he wasn't saved by accident, but it's possible he had a backup plan. Yes, it must be that way. It's highly likely someone in the Fang Family is still protecting him!"

Aunt Sun's expression shifted slightly, and her eyes turned cold. "Don't worry, Madam. Last time he was lucky to be saved. If we act again, I absolutely won't give him a chance!"

Hu Yuehua gritted her teeth. "You go make arrangements immediately. Regardless of whether Tiger Might Martial Arts School wins or loses, Fang Mo must die. I don't want to see him again!"