The First Contest

Growth, maturity, aging, and death are the natural order.

Xuhui bid farewell to Su Ziyang amidst his grief.

Su Ziyang had to leave. Firstly, his work leave was too long, and secondly, the competition, which had been postponed for a long time, was finally about to begin.

Back at the clinic, Su Ziyang canceled his leave, clocked in, and sat down in his consultation room.

Su Ziyang, who already had few patients, had even fewer after a long vacation.

This situation is as serious as a poorly written novel that no one reads.

Su Ziyang is now sitting in a chair in the consultation room, lost in thought.

I felt a little lost.

You could say they're confused.

"Xiao Su."

Fairy Li's lively voice came from the doorway.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Fairy Li winked at Su Ziyang. "Are you scared of the competition tomorrow?"

Su Ziyang was in low spirits and had no intention of joking with Fairy Li; he simply shook his head.

What's wrong with you?

Fairy Li didn't know what Su Ziyang had experienced at Xuhui's house, but she still noticed that Su Ziyang's mood was not right, so she asked him.

"It's really nothing."

Su Ziyang forced a smile and gave Fairy Li a quick laugh.

"Ugh... it looks worse than crying."

Fairy Li pouted.

"Your master sent me to tell you that the competition Guo Tianren requested tomorrow is a martial arts contest. They're all getting old, so you'll definitely be going. That's why you need to conserve your energy. Also, don't always turn your phone off or keep it on silent; if you're going to keep doing that, you might as well throw it away. I have to go now, take care."

Fairy Li must have had something urgent, otherwise she would have definitely pressed Su Ziyang for an explanation for his unhappiness.

Su Ziyang was puzzled by the requirements of the duel. Judging from Su Ziyang previous encounters with Guo Tianren, it seemed unlikely that Guo Tianren would be able to defeat Su Ziyang.

Could it be an accomplice hired by Guo Tianren?

But who can help a conman?

With his thoughts shifted, Su Ziyang felt much better and wasn't as down as before.

Su Ziyang couldn't understand why Guo Tianren would choose a match in which he had a significant advantage as the first contest.

However, Su Ziyang truly lacked experience in the ways of the world. After all, even Qin Hui had three lovers. How could Guo Tianren possibly have no friends at all?

If you have something to say, say it at length; if you don't, say it briefly.

Time flew by and the next day arrived.

Su Ziyang hailed a taxi and headed straight for the small building opposite Little Jiangnan.

This little building is quite interesting. It seems to be a private house, and the interior has been opened up. It's about 200 square meters inside, and it's a two-story duplex. The first floor is for living, and the second floor is all bedrooms.

It can be used as a daily rental room or a place for temporary meetings.

When Su Ziyang arrived, Mr. Mengfei and Daoist Jin were already waiting outside.

"Master."

Su Ziyang greeted his two masters.

"Long time no see, Little Ziyang."

Daoist Jin chuckled and patted Su Ziyang on the shoulder.

Mr. Mengfei glanced at Su Ziyang, nodded, and said nothing.

After Su Ziyang followed the two inside, he found that the hall had been set up as an empty space, with only two rows of chairs on each side. This scene was somewhat similar to the arrangement of desks and chairs in a classroom during a New Year's Eve party in elementary school.

After Su Ziyang entered the room, he found that Old Daoist Master Xiao was also there, as were Fairy Li and Daoist Master Xiao Yang.

Su Ziyang looked across the street and spotted a familiar figure—it was none other than the elderly Yang Jinguang.

Yang Jinguang sat upright, while Guo Tianren stood dignified behind his master, Zhang Guozhou stood behind Guo Tianren.

Standing next to Guo Tianren was another person. This person was wearing a white training uniform and white training shoes. He was not tall, but his eyes were bright. He looked strong and energetic.

"Master, has this old man betrayed us?"

Su Ziyang subconsciously muttered something under his breath next to Mr. Mengfei.

Mr. Mengfei gave a wry smile and turned to Su Ziyang, saying, "Who knew this old bastard couldn't tell right from wrong, and would be so protective of his own. He was lying to us before. Besides Guo Tianren being his apprentice, Guo Tianren is also the son of one of his good friends, like a dying friend entrusting his son to someone. We only found out later."

"Holy crap, that old bastard!"

Su Ziyang cursed in surprise.

"That Mengfei over there, now that your apprentice has arrived, can we have a match?"

The man in the white training uniform stepped forward and spoke.

"Can!"

After Mr. Mengfei agreed, he pushed Su Ziyang into the open space in the middle.

Su Ziyang was completely unprepared and was a little dizzy from the push.

However, the man in the white training uniform did not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack; instead, he took off his shirt.

The man in the training clothes wore a tank top underneath, revealing his explosive muscles.

Su Ziyang stared at the man's thick forearm and swallowed hard. He thought to himself in shock, "That guy could kill me with one punch!"

As the man in the white training uniform walked step by step into the open space, Su Ziyang suddenly remembered a text he had learned in elementary school called "Tian Ji's Horse Race".

Su Ziyang suddenly felt like he was being treated like a worthless horse by his master.

This is fucking a total disaster! No, it's a disaster for my apprentice!

When Su Ziyang turned around, he suddenly saw that Mr. Mengfei had actually given him a thumbs-up gesture, and Fairy Li and Daoist Master Xiao Yang were also imitating Mr. Mengfei to cheer Su Ziyang on.

Su Ziyang gritted his teeth, glanced at the two beauties, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

So he took off his jacket as well.

Su Ziyang usually wears jeans, but today he specially wore a tracksuit for ease of movement.

Su Ziyang took off his shirt, revealing his arms.

Looking at his own muscles, and then at the muscular man in the training clothes opposite him, he felt even more uncertain.

What the hell is this...?

While Su Ziyang was still inwardly cursing, the burly man in the training clothes clasped his hands in a fist salute to Su Ziyang: "My name is Wu Yun. Please give your honorable name! No nameless person dies under Wu Yun's feet!"

"Holy crap..."

Su Ziyang looked at the burly Wu Yun, who had the face of a Liangshan hero, and muttered a curse under his breath.

However, he still reluctantly clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute. "My name is Su Ziyang."

"Alright! Prepare to die!"

Wu Yun bent down, about to lunge forward, when Su Ziyang suddenly shouted, "Stop! I said stop!!!"

"What are you doing!"

Wu Yun raised an eyebrow and widened his eyes, but still stopped.

"Brother, you keep talking about hitting and killing me. This is a society governed by law. You're not really going to beat me to death, are you?"

Su Ziyang stared at Wu Yun and asked somewhat awkwardly.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you want to fight, then fight. If you're chickening out, then don't move now, just let me punch you a couple of times, and that'll be the end of it, okay?"

After Wu Yun finished speaking, he charged at Su Ziyang again.

Upon seeing Wu Yun's charge, Su Ziyang immediately lowered his center of gravity, gathering his energy in his legs to prepare for the attack!