Passing on the Lion Arhat's Art (4,000 Words; Bonus Chapter for 6,000 Monthly Votes-Please Vote)

The second floor of the Four Seas Martial Arts Hall was quiet and desolate.

Knowing that the upcoming Crossing River Convention was a lost cause, Lu Yu and Little Dragon stopped coming.

Huang Sihai was quite pleased with this. He had already collected the exorbitant master-admission fee anyway, and there was no way he would return it.

In the study, Huang Sihai gazed at a confidential roster—this was the recommendation list for this year's Youth Division of the Crossing River Convention.

The Three Heroes had managed to secure it through their connections within the Learning Society, a channel unavailable to ordinary martial arts halls.

After reading through it, Huang Sihai felt his hanging heart finally and completely... drop dead.

Wang Yingzhao, Vegetable Monk, Ao Jiu, Liu Yiyi, Li Er, Zhu Chongzhi...

There were already six confirmed or suspected Tiger Elephant experts, damn it.

He had originally harbored a shred of lingering hope; if A Wen could bring his movement technique and combat method to perfection, relying on his Flood Dragon Muscle Pinnacle cultivation, he might have had a shot at a breakthrough.

Now, A Wen had no other choice.

He could only rely on the White Tiger Great Elixir and take a risky breakthrough this year.

Considering A Wen's medicine poison, the success rate would be three tenths at best.

Success or failure hinged entirely on fate!

One day.

Before Li Xiuwen went to the club, Huang Sihai called him over, so he made a detour to the martial arts hall.

In the study, Huang Sihai handed a roster to Li Xiuwen.

Seeing it, Li Xiuwen's expression grew solemn.

"You see it. This year's competition can be said to be the most fierce in the past decade," Huang Sihai sighed.

"Nothing we can do. We've already reached this point,