Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams
Chapter 127 - 99: Southern Martial Arts Tournament, Blood Poison Hand_2

Chapter 127: Chapter 99: Southern Martial Arts Tournament, Blood Poison Hand_2

Because they witnessed him humiliating Dongling Boxing Gym that day, Li Chengdong and another talked themselves up within the circle, attracting these people to follow suit.

"Coach Chen, hello."

"My name is Luo Yue."

A young man spoke directly while extending his hand for a handshake.

With short, sharp hair and bronze skin, you can tell he works out often.

After a brief Perception, Chen Feng realized that the other party’s level was even higher than Li Chengdong, already at Professional Level 1.

"Trained before?"

Chen Feng asked, holding the other’s gaze calmly.

During the handshake, he already felt the other party applying pressure, as if trying to test himself.

"I’ve had a few coaches at home for five or six years," Luo Yue admitted truthfully.

His expression grew more serious; by the end, he grunted, his face flushing slightly, feeling as if his hand was caught in a vice, pained immensely.

"How does it feel?" Chen Feng asked calmly, then let go of the hand.

"Coach Chen is indeed very strong, stronger than all the coaches I’ve seen!"

Luo Yue nodded quickly, his tone much more respectful than at the beginning.

Most people around didn’t understand what happened, but Li Chengdong saw the subtle signs.

He shook his head quietly, choosing not to interject.

Chen Feng didn’t make an issue of it, as after all, he had taken their money; a test was understandable.

Next, he inquired about the newcomers’ intentions and quickly arranged training plans for them, then went on to give pointers and corrections to their movements.

"Don’t swing your hands too wide, stabilize your center of gravity when you exert force."

After giving a couple of tips standing next to Zhuang Xiaoqing, her eyes brightened as she continually nodded.

"Coach, I...."

She started to speak, but quickly saw Chen Feng turning to look at the entrance of the practice room.

Wang Cheng hurried over with a serious face, "Brother Chen, someone is looking for you!"

The way he addressed changed quietly; with his Perception Amplified, Chen Feng had already seen who was coming.

"Lead the way."

His tone was calm as he turned and left the practice room.

The curious students peered around; eventually, at the club’s entrance, two silhouettes stood.

To the left was a pale-faced, weak man, thin and wiry.

With bandages around his chest, it was indeed the youth who had come to cause trouble the other day.

To the right stood a slender elder with grey hair, dressed in a green robe, sporting a goatee.

Upon a closer look, his arms were extremely long, hanging on both sides like those of an ape, and his hands had thick joints. He emanated a solid and stable aura.

Thud!

Chen Feng’s footsteps halted and he squinted his eyes.

The wiry youth avoided eye contact, bowing his head slightly, not daring to look at him.

The slender elder gazed back directly, eyes clear.

Not sensing any malice, Chen Feng was somewhat taken aback.

Not here for revenge?

Then, in his view.

The slender elder suddenly bowed with a fist, lowering his stance and introduced himself, "Heart Monkey Style, Liu Fangming."

Oh?

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow.

He had heard about this man from Cao Tong yesterday, said to be one of only two entering experts of the Heart Monkey Style, an Elder of the school.

"Intransigent disciple, apologize now."

Seeing Chen Feng’s surprise, he slapped the wiry youth beside him.

His face reddened as he clenched a fist in greeting and said, "Heart...Heart Monkey Style, Sun Fei, greeting Yan Hu’s disciple."

Smack!

"Can’t even apologize properly, have your boxing practice gone to the dogs?"

After scolding, the slender elder Liu Fangming slapped the back of the young man’s head.

With a red face and a mouth that didn’t dare to retort, the youth fell silent, while the elder turned to look at Chen Feng.

"My intransigent disciple was deceived by others, unaware that you are Yan Hu’s disciple."

"A few days ago, he recklessly offended you, and thanks to your mercy, he was lucky to keep his martial arts intact and his life spared."

Towards the end, Liu Fangming bowed again, his attitude sincere and beyond reproach.

Chen Feng slightly raised his brow, guessing that the other must have learned about his apprenticeship from somewhere.

Seeing his attitude, Chen Feng’s expression softened.

He nodded slightly, indicating his forgiveness.

"To be expected of Yan Hu’s senior disciple, truly broad-minded."

"Intransigent disciple, give your thanks quickly!"

Liu Fangming reprimanded, and the wiry young man named Sun Fei hurriedly did as told.

"Many...Many thanks to Yan Hu’s disciple."

"Hm."

Chen Feng nodded, while Wang Cheng by his side had already been stunned speechless.

The atmosphere thus relaxed considerably, but Liu Fangming showed no intention of leaving. Instead, he smiled and cupped his hands, indicating he wanted to ask for a cup of water.

"Oh?"

With a glint in his eyes, Chen Feng felt that the other party seemed to have something to say.

"Follow me."

He nodded and turned, leading him into the club’s lounge.

Soon, Zhou Xiaoli from the front desk tactfully brought over three cups of clear tea. Chen Feng sat on a wooden chair by the tea table and gestured simply.

"Thank you."

Liu Fangming thanked him, taking a light sip.

"Good tea."

He nodded and, regardless of Chen Feng’s expression, reminisced, "Back in the day, the last time I drank such good tea was when I attended the Southern Martial Arts Tournament with my mentor."

"At that time, the grandeur of my mentor was truly admirable..."

After these fond memories, Chen Feng read between the lines.

"Senior Liu is acquainted with my master?"

"I wouldn’t dare claim to be acquainted; we have only met a few times." Liu Fangming smiled and waved his hand modestly, which pained Sun Fei standing beside him.

This was the difference in power between schools.

It was only afterwards that he found out that the other party came from the Heavenly Flame Red Tiger Style. If he had known the other’s background earlier, he would have never dared to challenge the Martial Arts Hall.

"Is that so... May I ask what this Southern Martial Arts Tournament you mentioned is?"

Chen Feng asked out of curiosity, this being the first time he had heard of it.

"Oh? Your mentor hasn’t told you about it?"

Liu Fangming was first taken aback, Chen Feng nodded slightly.

"That’s also possible, since Master Chen, you have only become a core disciple of the school for a short period... The Southern Martial Arts Tournament is a major event within our Chi Country’s Southern Martial Arts World. It’s held once every five years, with many schools participating."

"From those practicing Bone Training and Internal Training, to Sect Leaders of the Entering Strength level or even higher realms, all would compare and spar with each other. Then based on this, they decide the spheres of influence of their respective schools..."

After the explanation, Chen Feng roughly understood the meaning.

In ancient times, many schools fought over disciples and developed their Mountain Gates, forming Deadly Grudges.

Later, in order to change this situation, some powerful school gates set rules to bring these martial contests above board, thereby reducing private conflicts.

The Southern Martial Arts Tournament was the product of such rules. It was for this reason that their Flame Tiger Sect could dominate Nanjiang City and establish a Martial Arts Hall here.

"The last Southern Martial Arts Tournament was four years ago, according to the rules of the past, the next one should be next month."

Seeing that Chen Feng was not very familiar with these matters, Liu Fangming was also happy to say a few more words, in hopes of building a good relationship.

The two conversed for over ten minutes.

Towards the end, Liu Fangming’s tone shifted, he lowered his voice and said, "There is one thing I must trouble Master Chen to inform your mentor about."

"What is it?" Chen Feng’s expression remained calm, he had guessed that this was probably what the other party had been leading up to say.

"The Blood Poison Hand has returned, it’s best for your mentor to be vigilant."

The Blood Poison Palm?

Chen Feng was puzzled again, who was that?

"?"

Seeing his expression, Liu Fangming was puzzled.

"Hasn’t your mentor told you about this?"

Chen Feng nodded.

Liu Fangming fell silent.

After a few seconds, through his explanation, Chen Feng found out that this was an entering expert who had been seriously injured by his master Li Tong, almost crippling him, and who had a rather villainous way of handling matters.

He had fled Nanjiang long ago, but two days ago, he was coincidentally spotted by another Elder from the Heart Monkey Style in the city area.

"I will inform my master." Chen Feng nodded and thanked him.

"If that is the case, that’s good."

Liu Fangming breathed a sigh of relief and, after chatting a few more sentences, stood up to take his leave.

The door closed slowly.

Feeling the two people depart from his Perception, Chen Feng’s gaze flashed, guessing that this was a gesture of goodwill released by the Heart Monkey Style, wanting to completely dissolve any conflict and gap between them.

With a calm face, he immediately took out his cell phone, preparing to inform his master Li Tong about the matter.

His fingers tapped the keyboard on the screen, the clicking sounds echoed.

But soon, his movements halted.

He suddenly detected an intensely strong malice, rushing towards him.

One hundred meters, ninety-nine meters, ninety-eight meters...

His eyes growing cold, Chen Feng instantly amplified his Perception, enveloping the vicinity.

Inside the mall, people came and went, the lights cast down, creating a bustling and peaceful scene.

Outside the left window, the traffic flowed incessantly, passersby conversed one sentence after another.

A scene that seemed normal, but...

Near the mall, at the entrance of a sewer manhole cover.

A brown-patterned little snake could be seen suddenly breaking into the hundred-meter Perception range, hissing as it slithered straight towards the mall.

Behind it, one could vaguely make out a number of strong men in black clothes, bulging at the waist, moving in coordinated groups.

Even a fleet of drones appeared silently, hovering near the mall.