Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 1148 - 1147: The Despair of Zhao Tianxing

Chapter 1148: Chapter 1147: The Despair of Zhao Tianxing

Upon learning the opponent’s identity, Zhao Tianxing knew that revenge was hopeless. Moreover, he had to face an extremely terrifying problem: the survival of his family!

Wan Fei did not only sever Zhao Chong’s tendons in both hands and feet but also made a wild claim to sweep through all Martial Arts Clubs in Pingnan Province, including those from Pingnan Province that were established in the Capital City.

And the first to bear the brunt would be Zhao Tianxing’s Tianxing Martial Arts Hall. Not for any other reason, but simply because Zhao Tianxing was Zhao Chong’s father!

Wan Fei had issued a final ultimatum, giving Zhao Tianxing a week to dissolve Tianxing Martial Arts Hall and to personally go to Wan Fei’s Gate to apologize. Otherwise, he would sweep through Tianxing Martial Arts Hall, break Zhao Tianxing’s limbs, and ensure he could never teach martial arts in the Capital City again!

And today was the last day of that one-week deadline.

The apprentices of Tianxing Martial Arts Hall had mostly left, other than a few trusted disciples. The rest didn’t share Zhao Tianxing’s sentiments of life-and-death loyalty.

Over these few days, Zhao Tianxing had aged a lot. He was worried not only about the survival of the martial hall but also his son Zhao Chong’s injuries.

With one tendon severed in each hand and foot, Zhao Chong was done for life. He could never practice martial arts again.

Zhao Tianxing no longer held hopes for Zhao Chong to continue martial arts, but he had to find a way to reattach Zhao Chong’s tendons. Otherwise, Zhao Chong would be left crippled and one-armed, and his very survival would become problematic!

However, many spoiled brats in the Capital City had already declared that no hospital or individual is allowed to treat Zhao Chong. It’s been a week now, and Zhao Chong was still lying in the martial hall. He couldn’t go to the hospital or the clinic. His wounds had become purulent. If this continues, amputation might be necessary; otherwise, he was truly doomed!

Zhao Tianxing had never before felt what it meant to be utterly destitute. This time, he truly understood what real desperation meant.

Sitting in the martial hall, he watched as the last disciple reluctantly left through the great doors, shattering Zhao Tianxing’s heart.

This was his most loyal disciple, also the first one he ever took in. The boy was only eight years old, orphaned and wandering the streets when Zhao Tianxing had brought him under his wing. Over the years, this disciple had been like another son to Zhao Tianxing, staying by his side through thick and thin, never once leaving his side, no matter how hard or tiring it was.

But this time, he had no choice but to leave. It was Zhao Tianxing who asked him to go, who ordered him to leave.

Today was the last day of the week’s deadline, and Zhao Tianxing had prepared to give up. He had sought help from many senior figures in the martial arts world, hoping they would intervene in this matter, but in the end, not one was willing to get involved.

The most influential people Zhao Tianxing knew were warriors of the Fusion Realm. But in the Capital City, warriors of the Fusion Realm were as common as blades of grass. Before the large families, warriors of the Fusion Realm had no say at all. Who could help him solve this problem?

"Wife, I’ve packed our belongings, let’s go," a gentle voice came from behind, spoken by Zhao Tianxing’s wife, a delicate woman from the Capital City.

Zhao Tianxing turned around to look at this woman whose hair had started to gray, filled with even more shame. He sighed softly and said in a low voice, "I’m sorry, I... I ultimately couldn’t make you proud before your family..."

Zhao Tianxing’s wife hailed from a decent family in the Capital City. When she married him, she faced opposition from everyone in her family. She was later expelled from her family for it and hadn’t stepped foot into her family home for many years since.

A young Zhao Tianxing, full of passion, had often proclaimed, "Do not scorn the poor youth," and had sworn countless times to stand out and show it to his wife’s family.

But years of life had worn down all his edges. He no longer yearned to stand out; managing to live peacefully was good enough.

But now, all hope had been utterly extinguished.

Live peacefully? Ha, the influential can condemn you to a graveless death with just a word. How can you live peacefully then?

His wife gently held Zhao Tianxing, whispering, "It’s okay, as long as our family can be together, that’s all that matters."

Zhao Tianxing nodded slowly, looking towards the door and speaking softly, "Wait a bit longer, our daughter will be back soon; as soon as she returns, we’ll leave!"

Today was the last day, and Zhao Tianxing had exhausted all his options. Seeking connections, asking for help, he even went to personally apologize to Wan Fei and others, but to no avail. Thus, he had no choice but to leave.

His heart may be filled with resentment and anger, but those feelings had to be concealed within. This was the nature of the world, survival of the fittest. Without enough power, if someone decides to crush you, they just crush you. What can you do?

Night had fallen, and not a single light was lit in Tianxing Martial Arts Hall. Zhao Tianxing sat alone in the darkness, silently reflecting on the experiences of his life.

All of a sudden, a knock came from the door.

Zhao Tianxing’s heart skipped a beat—could it be Wan Fei’s men had come looking?

But the night wasn’t over yet; it was still within the week. Why would Wan Fei’s people come early?

With skepticism, Zhao Tianxing looked up to see a young man of average stature standing at the door of the martial hall.

This youngster looked even younger than his son Zhao Chong, dressed quite simply. Aside from a somewhat stern look in his eyes, he seemed no different from a high school student.

Or perhaps a young man who had knocked on the wrong door.

Zhao Tianxing sighed softly, calling out, "I’m sorry, but we are closed. Please leave."

The young man did not depart; instead, he walked directly into the martial hall. His gaze swept over the surroundings, finally resting on the sign of Tianxing Martial Arts Hall.

Zhao Tianxing was surprised. Had he not made himself clear, or had the young man not heard him properly? Why hadn’t he left but entered instead?

After a brief silence, the youth asked, "Is Zhao Chong living here?"

Zhao Tianxing’s expression changed slightly. Who could be looking for his son at this time, and for what good reason?

"Who... who are you?" Zhao Tianxing eyed Su Yang warily.

"Oh, I’m from Pingnan Province," the young man said. "My name is Su Yang, a friend of Wang Hao."

The visitor was indeed Su Yang; he had heard from Fatty the whole story about Wang Hao, and the first place he sought out was Tianxing Martial Arts Hall.

Wang Hao had come to the Capital City and became friends with Zhao Chong. On the day that Wang Hao was attacked, only Zhao Chong had stepped in to stop it, but it came at a heavy cost. Not only was he injured, but Wan Fei also demanded that his entire family leave the Capital City. The matter caused quite a stir.

"Su Yang?" Zhao Tianxing was puzzled; he hadn’t heard this name before, but he had heard of Wang Hao.