The Golden Lion Martial Arts Hall's competitor wasn't weak. He had just reached the fourth Qi-Blood Pass, but hadn't yet grasped Dark Jin.
Meng Chuan fought him for a dozen moves before knocking him off the platform with a single Sky-Piercing Cannon.
Fang Yuyang wasn't injured. Once he got up, he clasped his fists and bowed to Meng Chuan.
"Thank you for holding back, Senior Brother."
On the Martial Dao, those who had attained mastery came first. There was nothing shameful about calling Meng Chuan, who was younger than him, Senior Brother.
By then, the top four in the underage division had been decided.
As the competition continued, the atmosphere in the arena grew even more tense.
Meng Chuan drew Chen Xuewu from Peak Martial Arts Hall.
He leaped onto the platform, clasped his fists, and said with a smile:
"I'm Meng Chuan, disciple of Qianyuan Thunder Movement, of Luo Family Baji."
Chen Xuewu clasped his fists in return:
"I'm Chen Xuewu, disciple of Ji Fist, and I practice Baji Fist."
This was a peak showdown between Xingyi and Baji. The audience held their breath, watching closely.
At the judges' table, Luo Guanyun had already propped his feet up on the table. With both hands behind his head, he turned to Liu Sanduo and grinned:
"Liu, I told Meng Chuan to make sure that kid Chen didn't lose too badly. You can relax, haha!"
Liu Sanduo had no interest in humoring him. He gave a soft snort:
"The outcome hasn't been decided yet, Brother Luo. Don't count your chickens before they hatch!"
On the platform, Chen Xuewu proposed:
"How about we fight using Baji?"
Meng Chuan had no objections.
"Sure. After you."
Chen Xuewu practiced the second-rate Cloud-Crashing Steps. After lightly tapping the floor a few times, he darted over