Waterbird Fist (Please Follow)

Four Seas Martial Arts Hall.

Beside the Eight Immortals table, Master Ye smiled. "I knew Master Huang would choose drawing lots. Night Heron Martial Arts Hall likes to oblige others, so let it be."

The implication was clear: I let you have your way.

The results of the draw were quickly decided.

Liu Chun versus Longlegs Seven, A Zhen versus Black Dog, Silly Qiang versus Wen Wu, and Li Xiuwen versus Tian Er.

A shadow crossed Huang Sihai's face.

This matchup was over.

It was no different from letting Master Ye pick the pairings himself.

He might as well have let the other side choose; at least that would have made Huang Sihai seem more gracious.

With these matchups, Liu Chun—the only one on his side guaranteed to win a bout—had been eliminated in advance.

No matter who A Zhen faced, she was out in advance too.

Damn it, they had already lost half the matches.

Silly Qiang's opponent, Wen Wu, had been born with tremendous strength as well.

The other boy had entered the Purple Membrane stage earlier, and his fighting technique had long since reached minor accomplishment. It would be difficult.

As for Tian Er, he was Pine Hall's second greatest talent, surpassed only by Longlegs Seven.

He had reached the Purple Membrane stage two months ago. His realm was a notch above A Wen's, who had only just entered it, and his fighting technique had long since reached minor accomplishment, not far from major accomplishment.

What the hell was there left to compete over?

Old Huang appeared calm, but inwardly he wanted to cry as he comforted himself.

"Fine. I like keeping a low profile anyway... After today's challenge, everyone will know that Four Seas Martial Arts Hall has no one worth mentioning. Then no one will have their eyes on us."

On the ten-meter-square arena, Liu Chun and Longlegs Seven stepped up first.

Huang Sihai's gaze was dark and deep.

The corners of Master Ye's mouth curled upward. A fine show was already playing out in his mind!

Even Heaven's Will was on his side. Liu Chun, their only hope, was a sure loss against Longlegs Seven.

Of the rest, only Silly Qiang posed even a slight threat.

As for A Zhen and Li Xiuwen?

He had not even paid attention to them.

Longlegs Seven stood on the stage with an arrogant expression. Smiling, he said, "Fists and feet have no eyes. You'd best surrender early. My Waterbird Fist draws blood easily."

Liu Chun had always looked down on others, but this time he was the one being looked down upon. He gave a cold snort. "Make your move."

The Ming Pao reporter hired by Master Ye diligently reported, "Longlegs Seven and Liu Chun are both young prodigies. Who will come out on top? Let us wait and see!"

Li Xiuwen had already known the outcome in his heart.

He had fought both Liu Chun and Longlegs Seven in the Great Void Illusory Realm.

Against Liu Chun, he could hold out for dozens of moves.

Against Longlegs Seven, he could not last three.

"A Wen, who do you think will win?" A Zhen asked.

"I don't know. In terms of realm alone, Longlegs Seven is stronger, but in actual combat, there are too many variables." Li Xiuwen smiled.

"I hope Senior Brother A Chun can win. If he can't... the pressure on the three of us will be huge," Silly Qiang said.

The three spoke only briefly before a sharp boom split the air from the arena.

Longlegs Seven spread his arms like a waterbird beating its wings, releasing a piercing cry from his throat as he launched a flying thrust kick.

A ring of white air erupted from Liu Chun's chest with a howl. His face turned ashen, his eyes bulged, and he staggered back step by step.

He raised his foot, still intending to fight, but Longlegs Seven sneered. "That was me holding back. If we continue, accidental injury will be hard to avoid."

Liu Chun's face flushed hot and red. He smiled. "Come on. If I get hurt, it only means I wasn't good enough."

"Liu Chun! Don't force yourself!" Huang Sihai shouted.

"Master, let me force myself just this once!" Liu Chun charged forward.

Bang! Longlegs Seven sent him flying with a leaping sweep kick. Liu Chun, who had raised both hands to block, crashed into the crowd.

"Boring." Longlegs Seven smiled and stepped off the stage, muttering inwardly, A bunch of worthless trash.

Master Ye beamed. "Master Huang, this disciple of yours isn't bad. He has perseverance... though he still lacks refinement."

Huang Sihai smiled. "I'm already very satisfied that he could exchange so many moves with a genius of such extraordinary potential."

When Longlegs Seven returned below the stage, Black Dog from the Three Talents gathered around him and laughed. "Eldest Senior Brother, mighty as ever! A completely one-sided sweep!"

"Too weak. The strongest on the first floor of Four Seas Martial Arts Hall is only this much? I feel like I could have done it too," Tian Er sneered.

The second match was A Zhen versus Black Dog. With no suspense at all, she lost!

Her training method and fighting technique were both inferior, and there was also the innate physical difference between men and women.

Huang Sihai was starting to lose face. The challenge had only just begun, and they had already lost two matches.

He looked toward Silly Qiang and A Wen, sighing repeatedly in his heart.

Master Ye smiled with a faintly mocking edge. "Master Huang, don't keep hiding your strength. I find it hard to believe this is the true standard of the Sea Sand Style."

"There are still two matches," Huang Sihai said.

"Can you win?" Master Ye smiled.

"We'll know after we fight."

"Silly Qiang, you have to win!" A Zhen shouted at Silly Qiang.

Liu Chun stood among the crowd in a daze. In his mind, there was only Longlegs Seven's breathtaking kick, that gray waterbird blotting out the sky.

"Waterbird Fist at the perfected level—masterful, without a single flaw... Is this the gap between me and someone with extraordinary potential? It really is despairing."

Longlegs Seven had been too strong, leaving an indelible psychological scar on this young genius.

At Four Seas Martial Arts Hall, Liu Chun had been showered with praise and raised too high. Now, he had fallen just as hard.

"Silly Qiang and Wen Wu..."

Li Xiuwen recalled his battles with the two of them in the Great Void Illusory Realm last night.

Those two were probably evenly matched. It would depend on their actual performance.

This battle truly became a grueling struggle.

In terms of strength, Silly Qiang held the advantage.

In terms of technique, Wen Wu, whose Waterbird Fist had long since reached minor accomplishment, was stronger.

Huang Sihai frowned, muttering inwardly, Why hasn't Silly Qiang's fighting technique reached minor accomplishment yet... All that special training was wasted. His comprehension is too poor!

If Silly Qiang's fighting technique had reached minor accomplishment like A Wen's, he would have held a sixty-forty advantage.

The two fought for five minutes, exchanging over a hundred moves.

Silly Qiang was too eager to win and exposed an opening.

Wen Wu seized the chance. His arms spread into an offensive stance like a waterbird's wings, and he drove a knee into Silly Qiang's chest.

Ripples spread through Silly Qiang's thick flesh. He spat out a mouthful of dark blood, fell completely into a disadvantage, and was soon defeated.

"Hoo..." Huang Sihai took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He did not want to watch the match anymore.

He had never expected to defeat Night Heron Martial Arts Hall, but he could not possibly lose so utterly.

Fine. Between money and face, he could only choose one. He chose money.

"It is a completely one-sided crushing victory! Night Heron Martial Arts Hall truly deserves to be mentioned alongside the White Crane Style as an orthodox school. This is incredible!" the reporter roared, red-eyed.

Master Ye smiled. "Master Huang, are you all right? Your breathing seems a little uneven."

Huang Sihai smiled. "It's nothing."

Master Ye shook his head and sighed. "Back then, Master Huang, you trained talents like Chen Beiwang, Qiu Xiang, and Xiao Tianhong... How did things end up this way now?"

Huang Sihai said, "Geniuses are something you can encounter but cannot seek. Things are fine as they are."

Master Ye lowered his voice. "Don't blame me for speaking out of turn, Old Huang. How much money is enough? Raise your standards! Don't keep picking up a bunch of worthless trash just to make a few extra coins."

Huang Sihai sneered. "Worthless trash? How do you know there isn't real gold among that so-called trash?

Anyone can teach geniuses! Geniuses do not even need you to teach them. Being able to train ordinary people into something worthwhile—that is real skill!"