Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

And in the private room where Ye Feng and the rest were...

"My disciple!"

When he saw that his disciple, Zhang Liang, had been ko-ed by Duan Jiangliu in less than three seconds, the Eight Trigrams School's head, Luo Jiasheng, was so angry that his eyes were about to pop out. He immediately wanted to rush out.

However, before he could really rush out, he was pressed down by Yan Mengtang.

"Sect Leader Luo, please calm down."

Luo Jiasheng glared at him angrily. "My beloved disciple was crippled by that b*stard. How can I calm down? I'm going to kill him."

Yan Mengtang stared at him sternly.

"Mind your status!"

"You're the sect leader of the Eight Trigrams School!"

"If you rush up now, if you win, you'll be bullying the weak. If you lose, your Eight Trigrams School will no longer have a place in the Chinese martial arts world."

Luo Jiasheng immediately calmed down when he heard this.

Yan Mengtang's words were not without reason.

If he went up to fight Duan Jiangliu...

Regardless of whether he won or lost, it would be disadvantageous to him.

With this thought, he could only sit down unwillingly.

Yan Mengtang's eyes slowly swept across the other young people present. "Who else is willing to continue the battle?"

When the young people present saw his gaze sweep over, they lowered their heads one after another.

They had all seen Zhang Liang's fate.

He didn't even last three seconds before he was defeated.

The combat power of both sides was not on the same level at all.

Even if they were slightly stronger than Zhang Liang, there was a limit to how strong it was.

At most, they could last a few more seconds than him.

They still couldn't change the outcome of their defeat.

Rather than that, it was better to be a coward.

"What's wrong? Are you all scared out of your wits? You guys represent the future of China's martial arts world. Is that all you've got?"

Yan Mengtang saw everyone's cowardice.

He was immediately furious.

The group of young people still had their heads lowered and did not make a sound.

Yan Mengtang couldn't help but sigh.

"It's not scary to be physically defeated by the enemy. What's scary is that even the spirit is defeated."

"I didn't expect that our Chinese martial arts world would fall to this point. It's sad and lamentable!"

Ye Feng's gaze slowly swept across those young men who were scared out of their wits.

His heart was filled with contempt.

He was about to step forward.

However, he was stopped by his master, Liu Wenyuan, who glared at him.

He seemed to be saying...

With your mediocre skills, what are you doing here?

Ye Feng was helpless.

The leg that had already stepped out could only be slowly retracted.

Just as the air pressure in the private room dropped to the lowest point.

Suddenly, they heard a voice from the corner.

"I'll go."

Everyone turned around to look.

They saw a boy in his early twenties standing in the corner.

The boy looked very gentle and quiet.

He was wearing a pair of short-sighted glasses.

He was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit.

From its appearance, there was no trace of combat power at all.

Yan Mengtang's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, "What's your name?"

The boy put his hands in his pockets. "Fang Yiming."

When they heard the name, someone immediately exclaimed.

"Fang Yiming? The number one genius of Zhonghai who created a set of fist techniques by combining Bajiquan, Bagua Palm, Xingyi Fist, and many other fist techniques?"

"Although I'm far away in the Xishan Province, I've heard of this young genius's name. I didn't expect him to be so young."

"To be able to create his own fist technique at such a young age, he will definitely become a Grandmaster in the future!"

"What's more, he has the courage to fight a strong enemy. It's really commendable!"

"..."

Hearing everyone's description...

Yan Mengtang regarded Fang Yiming more and more highly.

"Good, good, good. I didn't expect that there would be such a genius in the martial arts world of Zhonghai. As long as you can defeat Duan Jiangliu today, you will definitely amaze the world with a single brilliant feat! Yiming, do you have confidence in this battle?"

Fang Yiming's expression remained calm. "No."

Everyone thought that he would be like Zhang Liang and reply "I'm confident."

They didn't expect this.

He hadn't even gone on stage yet, but he was already dispirited.

Immediately, a young man of the same age reminded him, "Senior Brother Yiming, I think you should have more confidence in yourself. Duan Jiangliu is only a few years older than us. What's there to be afraid of?"

Fang Yiming turned his head and glanced at him. "If you're good, why don't you go?"

The man immediately pretended not to hear her and turned his head away.

A typical keyboard warrior!

Fang Yiming's lips curled into a mocking smile.

His gaze slowly swept across everyone present.

"The reason why I'm going on stage is not for the so-called glory of China's martial arts world. This is because the loss of a single match cannot save the Chinese martial arts world. I just want to have a fight with the peerless genius of the present age."

"I know that this battle is fraught with grim possibilities. At the very least, I'll be crippled. At the very worst, I might even die on the spot. However, dying at the hands of a powerful expert is the honor of every martial artist. It's better than fishing for fame and glory for the rest of your life, living in secret."

"I, Fang Yiming, am ashamed to be in the same team as you!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the private room.

Everyone in the private room was covered in blood from his scolding.

Some people wanted to take the opportunity to mock him.

However, they saw that Yan Mengtang and the others did not look too good.

They also wisely chose to shut up.

Ye Feng, on the other hand, admired Fang Yiming very much.

It was a pity that the current Chinese martial arts world...

There were very few martial artists with such a backbone.

When they saw Fang Yiming walk out...

Some of the audience members were dejected after Zhang Liang's defeat.

Once again, thunderous cheers erupted.

"Chinese martial artists, come on! Let's teach that Japanese a lesson!"

"How can we allow the Japanese to be so arrogant in China? Hit him back!"

"This young man looks so skinny. Will he be able to do it?"

"Can you do it? It will definitely work! Haven't you heard of the saying that heroes come from the young?"

"Yeah, can't you see that he's wearing a Chinese tunic suit? Usually, people who wear Chinese tunic suits are not to be trifled with."

"Did you watch too many movies?"

"..."