Dissatisfaction

"Roar~"

The ceiling lights all came on at once, and a wave of noisy clamor erupted from the spectator stands on all four sides of the ring, echoing through the boxing gym as a steady hum.

A new round of matches was about to begin, but the warm-up atmosphere was already close to boiling over.

"That doesn't seem like your style."

In a VIP room on the second floor of the boxing gym, Lunba held a cigar between his teeth as he watched the ring below through a pane of glass and spoke casually to Sulai beside him.

"If it were Sha Lie or Songpa, I could understand, but haven't you always been the one who cared most about your disciples, Sulai?

Weiji's no pushover. If that student goes up against him, he might end up with broken arms and legs..."

"Of the three disciples Black Kill recruited this time, this kid has the best talent, and he's smart too. But he's too flighty. If he doesn't suffer a bit, he won't settle down and train properly."

Sulai spoke.

"The best talent?"

Lunba blinked and instinctively looked at Mo Jiang behind him. He smiled and said, "I know how talented A Mo is. If you're saying that kid's even more talented than A Mo, then I'll have to take a good look."

Hearing the two of them talking about him, Mo Jiang's eyes flickered a few times, and then he slowly stepped forward.

"There are some things I didn't want to say, since it would make me look like I was badmouthing someone behind his back.

But since you've brought it up today, Senior Sister, I have to say something to you..."

Sulai glanced at Mo Jiang, a trace of surprise in her eyes, and nodded. "What do you want to say? Go ahead."

"I think Cheng Sheng has fooled all of you, Senior Sister. He's no genius at all..."

Mo Jiang said calmly, "I trained with Cheng Sheng for five days and watched him closely the whole time.

His physical attributes aren't outstanding, he doesn't learn particularly fast, his will isn't especially firm, and he doesn't train particularly hard...

I really can't see a single thing about him that could qualify him as a genius."

Sulai frowned and said, "Everyone improves at a different pace and excels in different areas. Five days of special training doesn't prove anything."

"But I don't think he's outstanding in any respect."

Mo Jiang turned to look at a figure climbing through the ropes below. "Senior Sister, do you think he's more talented than us just because he defeated Zhou Wenye in the assessment?

But you should know better than we do exactly how he won that fight.

Zhou Wenye may have practiced the Ruan Clan Secret Art and looked strong on the surface, but there were flaws in both his character and his techniques, leaving him with far too many openings.

Cheng Sheng used a few underhanded little tricks to steal a lucky win. If that alone was enough for you and the gym to decide he's the most talented of the three of us, isn't that a little unfair?"

Sulai fell silent.

To tell the truth, she had had some doubts about the things Mo Jiang mentioned.

But just as she had said, a few days of special training were too short to prove anything. After all, Cheng Sheng was a "dark horse" she had seen fight his way out with her own eyes, and she had always had a good impression of him.

What surprised Sulai more now was Mo Jiang's attitude toward Cheng Sheng. She really hadn't expected a few casual words of praise for Cheng Sheng in front of an outsider to stir up so much dissatisfaction in Mo Jiang.

No wonder new disciples are hard to manage. No one else wants to take this job...

With that thought, Sulai gave a wry smile. "Mo Jiang, I didn't expect someone who usually seems so quiet to have so much to say."

"I have said a bit too much today."

Mo Jiang shook his head. "I'll stop. The upcoming match will prove everything."

"Tch~"

Tong Huan, whose face was written all over with speechlessness, couldn't help voicing his disdain from the side. Mo Jiang gave him a cold look in response, and Tong Huan immediately glared back...

Sulai looked helpless and turned to Lunba, who was watching with an amused look in his eyes and the hint of a smile.

"Lunba, sorry you had to see that..."

"Haha, it's only natural!"

Lunba laughed and reassured her. "They're all kids. It's in their nature to compete, and they practice martial arts too. How could they not have conflicts?

But getting back to the point-"

By now, the clamor below was growing louder, and the countdown to the match had begun.

"...Aren't you really worried? Weiji's fought no fewer than a hundred matches of all sizes here. I know him well, and his strength is no joke..."

"He should be fine... This kid was born with very fast reactions."

Mo Jiang, who had been listening to the two of them, slowly took a step forward.

He watched the match about to begin below, his eyes flickering. Fast reactions-but can they be faster than Blue Dragon Weiji's fists?

He had actually fought Blue Dragon Weiji twice himself. Even now, thinking back on it, the places where he had been hit seemed to ache faintly...

"Fuck, School Uniform Fierce Tiger? You really sent someone in a school uniform up there?!"

"Get someone else up there! I paid for a ticket and this is what you're showing me?!"

"Get down! Student boy! Have you finished your homework?!"

"Get down!!"

Cheng Sheng stood on the fighting platform, more than four meters high, his ears filled with curses, roars, screams, and a great deal of whistling and booing.

"Too noisy."

Cheng Sheng couldn't help frowning.

It was a thoroughly unpleasant experience. He felt as if he had accidentally wandered into a room full of beehives, with countless bees buzzing around him, almost loud enough to burst his eardrums.

"Trash! Get down!"

In the stands to the left of the ring, an excited man stood up and hurled a barely touched bottle of mineral water at Cheng Sheng.

Before the bottle flying into the ring could hit the ground, it suddenly shot back the way it had come, ten times faster, like a cannonball!

Bang!!!

In the same spot in the stands, the man who had thrown the bottle and was still cursing wildly a second ago now had most of it stuffed into his mouth. His eyes wide with shock, he fell straight backward...

The atmosphere around the ring abruptly fell silent, and quite a few people looked toward the platform in horror-

"Now that's much better."

In the ring, Cheng Sheng slowly lowered his raised right foot and spoke softly in a relaxed tone.

The next second, however, an even louder clamor erupted from below. Countless voices gradually joined into a chant-"Beat him to death!" "Beat him to death!" "Beat him to death!!"

It wasn't clear whom they wanted to beat whom to death. Maybe they would be satisfied as long as someone on the platform died.

All right...

Cheng Sheng picked at his ear with a helpless expression and shook his head in surrender.

"You'll get used to it..."

A voice came from directly ahead of him.

Cheng Sheng looked up, and a figure like an iron tower entered his field of vision.

The man in front of him was probably over 1.9 meters tall. He wore a one-piece singlet with a deep V-neck, and his enormously powerful muscles looked ready to burst through his bronze skin.

A dark blue cord was tied around his head, and the veins on his forehead were as thick as earthworms after rain. Yet his expression was gentle, and he even smiled at Cheng Sheng.

"They really are annoying, so annoying that they make you want to tear their mouths apart.

But sometimes, they can be pretty likable..."

The gentleness gradually vanished from the man's face. Like a savage beast, he tore off his mask of feigned kindness, revealing the viciousness beneath.

"Like right now..."

The man raised his head, listening to the roars coming from the stands around him. A cruel expression slowly appeared on his face.

"Do you hear them? They're all looking forward to me beating you to death."