Qin Fen Was in Big Trouble Again

Qin Fen had no idea whether Tiger Tamer had been showing off, and he didn't care. He certainly hadn't done it on purpose. Tiger Tamer was free to protest to the Heavenly Dao, though whether that would help was another matter.

The sky was blue, with white clouds drifting everywhere. But to Tiger Tamer, that clear sky might as well have been covered in storm clouds. The young monks looked down on him, and even the nearby villagers couldn't stand watching.

"Venerable Arhat, why don't you help lay the foundations?" one villager said plainly. With strength like his, he was wasting it here.

Tiger Tamer took another crushing blow. Why were tears falling from his eyes? The song fit the moment perfectly.

Qin Fen knew nothing of Tiger Tamer's plight. He had no attention to spare, because the match had taken another turn. Chen Muyuan launched a two-part kick, striking the inside of his young opponent's knee and forcing him to dip. The finishing blow followed at once: the top of Chen Muyuan's foot slammed into his cheek.

Liu Mang clenched his fists. Thud! The young man fell to the floor, unconscious.

The director started. Good grief, Chen Muyuan had taken him down in one move!

"Someone call a doctor! The contestant's unconscious!" The director froze. Damn it, this really was a disaster.

The producer's heart tightened. What a mess today had become.

Liu Mang hurried forward, shot a fierce glare at Chen Muyuan, who stood with his hands behind his back, then vaulted anxiously onto the stage.

Panic spread through the crowd. They had seen people get knocked out before, but rarely so brutally.

"You hit him far too hard!" Liu Mang's face darkened. Chen Muyuan shrugged and said apologetically, "Fists and feet don't have eyes. Sometimes it's hard