Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 800 - 799: Greeting the Sect Master

Chapter 800: Chapter 799: Greeting the Sect Master

The commotion from Dewei Martial Arts Hall’s side instantly spread throughout the venue, setting the crowd abuzz.

Those who had originally been jeering and mocking Zhao Ping’an were now coming to their senses, each starting to cheer and flatter him, with others praising Dewei Martial Arts Hall.

Anyway, within moments, the situation at the scene shifted overwhelmingly to Zhao Ping’an’s favor, while the Hu Family was completely ignored by everyone.

At Changtian Martial Arts Hall, the faces of the people were ashen. They had planned to turn the tides, resolve all the issues, and then take complete control of the Liuan City Martial Arts Alliance. Losing was one thing, but at least losing to the Hu Family would have allowed them to retain some reputation.

But the problem was, Zhao Ping’an from Dewei Martial Arts Hall defeating the Hu Family was like trampling their reputation into the ground.

Especially since they had just refused to let Dewei Martial Arts Hall merge into theirs, intending to make an example of them to show what happens to those who oppose Changtian Martial Arts Hall.

Now, it had backfired, leaving them unable to save face.

Since Dewei Martial Arts Hall won, even if Changtian Martial Arts Hall wanted to offer flattery now, they no longer had the face to do so.

The members of the Hu Family felt the most depressed; the outcome was nothing like what they had imagined.

Patriarch Hu slapped the table fiercely, shattering it instantly.

A silence fell over the venue, then someone sneered, "Patriarch Hu, are you throwing a tantrum? How is it, unhappy because you couldn’t beat Young Master Zhao? Tsk tsk, you set up the challenge but can’t accept defeat in martial competition; is this the extent of the Hu Family’s sportsmanship?"

The crowd instantly burst into laughter, mocking the Hu Family to extremes.

With a fierce expression, Patriarch Hu gnashed his teeth and roared, "Zhao Ping’an, who are you really? How... How could you possibly defeat a member of my Hu Family?"

Zhao Ping’an was already sitting cross-legged on the stage, keeping silent and waiting for death.

At this moment, the power within his body made every cell thrum with agony. He could even clearly sense every meridian and bone in his body fracturing. Yet, after fracturing, these meridians and bones swiftly healed, undergoing a constant cycle of breaking and healing.

Although his face didn’t betray the slightest hint of pain, the torment of this process was unimaginable.

Zhao Ping’an didn’t know what exactly was happening to him, but he didn’t ponder over it. Just as the Immortal had said, after three bouts his body would no longer withstand the power, he would be shattered by it and die.

So, there was nothing left to struggle for; sitting here quietly awaiting death seemed like a decent choice.

He completely ignored the surrounding conversation, as if he hadn’t heard anything at all.

Patriarch Hu cursed angrily, and seeing Zhao Ping’an unresponsive, he grew even more furious and bellowed, "Zhao Ping’an, you dare to disregard me so? Do you really think you’ve won? Do you know how many masters my Hu Family still has? I’m telling you, this fight is not over. You have to win once more to truly claim victory!"

The crowd stirred with noise, someone loudly said, "Family Head Hu, aren’t you being unreasonable? Wasn’t it agreed that winning three bouts would mean victory? Now that three bouts have finished, what are you implying? You want to fight more, is that how the Hu Family behaves without principle?"

"Nonsense!" Patriarch Hu snapped back furiously: "The masked man who fought earlier had just battled Myriad Enemy and was greatly exhausted. Then, he fought with Zhao Ping’an, so of course, Zhao’s victory was dishonorable. This bout cannot count!"

"Bullshit!" someone retorted furiously: "You’re saying that masked man fought one bout, but didn’t Zhao Ping’an fight two in succession? You don’t mention your Hu Family using a war of attrition, but blame the masked man for fighting just one—what sort of damned logic is that?"

"Indeed, they just know their own man fought one round, yet they don’t consider that others have fought two rounds. Isn’t that disgraceful!"

"Patriarch Hu, if you can’t handle defeat, just say so. What’s the point of holding this martial arts competition? It’s a public disgrace!"

"Young Master Zhao, we support you!"

The crowd at the scene shouted one after another, overwhelmingly in support of Zhao Ping’an.

Patriarch Hu’s face twisted fiercely as he bellowed, "Fine, fine, fine! You say you support him, don’t you? Alright, don’t regret it later!"

After speaking, Patriarch Hu violently waved his hand, roaring, "Close the gates!"

The outer gates immediately began to close slowly, and the people at the scene became even more raucous.

"Patriarch Hu, what are you doing?"

"You’ve shut the doors, are you not planning to let us leave?"

"The Hu Family is really domineering. They lost the fight and now plan to kill us all here?"

"Humph, take a look at how many of us there are. The Hu Family may have many people, but can they really fight against all of us from the martial arts halls united in Liuan City?"

"Young Master Zhao is here, and you dare to do such a thing, you’re simply courting death!"

With a cold smile on his face, Patriarch Hu ignored everyone and stepped forward, half-kneeling to the ground, and loudly announced, "I welcome the Sect Master with reverence!"

The crowd was stunned. Patriarch Hu was speaking to the sky; what did that mean? Was someone up there?

Just then, an icy voice came from above, "Useless, you can’t even handle this trivial matter!"

The people were even more dumbfounded; they heard the voice but saw no one. What was happening?

Su Yang had already seen what was happening. As Patriarch Hu spoke, more than a dozen people had hurried over from a distance. These individuals moved as strangely as the masked man, like ghosts, so naturally, the crowd couldn’t see them.

However, these dozen people soon appeared on the stage. Under the watchful eyes of all, they appeared as if by magic, startling everyone present.

The Hu Family members immediately bowed reverently, crying out in unison, "We welcome the Sect Master!"

The leader was a man wearing a long robe and a black cloth over his face. The dozen or so following him were dressed similarly to the previous masked man, all masked and unrecognizable.

Everyone was shocked; who were these people? Why did the Hu Family members show such reverence to them? Even Patriarch Hu personally knelt down, an event that had never happened before!

The Sect Master leading them scanned the crowd with his gaze, finally settling on Zhao Ping’an, who was sitting cross-legged in a corner of the stage. A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes, and suddenly, he swung his hand, striking with his palm, "You interfered with my plans; die!"

A palm wind rushed directly at Zhao Ping’an with incredible speed, leaving no time to react. A piercing shriek filled the air where it passed. Although the crowd wasn’t directly in the path, they could all feel the terrifying power of the palm strike!