Hearing Li Xiang say this, Chen Jue smiled faintly. "Master Li Xiang, you flatter me. There are still quite a few experts left. We won't know who wins until we've fought."
"Heh! Those few small fry left? I know exactly what they're capable of!"
"I reckon only that monk Yantong from Shaolin Temple could barely last a few exchanges against you, Master Chen Jue." Li Xiang gave a contemptuous chuckle.
He had been the previous chief instructor and was also president of the Eight Extremes Fist Association. With his extensive connections, he knew a good deal about martial artists of all levels across the various schools.
Had he not encountered a freak like Chen Jue, and had he not voluntarily conceded, first place in this Grand Martial Arts Competition would probably have gone to Master Li Xiang.
"But Master Chen Jue, it looks to me as though you've practiced more than one school's martial arts?"
"The Wudang school's Tiger Claw Skill, Taihe Gate's Tiger Roar Golden Bell Shield and Dragon Roar Iron Shirt-those are all secret arts. Your Supreme Ultimate Fist forms seem extraordinarily refined too. Apart from my senior fellow disciple, who could barely manage it, you're the first outsider I've met skilled enough to stop my Ground-Piercing Sky-Reaching Cannon with a single White Crane Spreads Its Wings!"
"And you're still so young. It looks like the chief coach position will be yours from now on." Li Xiang looked Chen Jue over. The aura Chen Jue gave off made him feel an affinity with him, so he chatted a little longer.
Chen Jue felt too awkward to reveal that he had come merely to collect some prize money and go through the motions, with no intention of staying on as chief coach. Instead, he changed the subject, steering it