One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

On the training ground.

The referee, a Taoist priest, was also completely bewildered upon hearing Zhang Taichu's words.

He held the small flag that symbolized the outcome of the competition in his hand, unsure whether to raise it or put it down.

So she cautiously approached Wang Ye and waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"That...Master Wang?"

"Wang Ye?"

"Are you... still alive?"

Just as the referee and Taoist priest gave up and were about to call for emergency medical assistance.

Suddenly, Wang Ye's previously stiff body trembled violently.

call--!!!

Wang Ye exhaled a long, pent-up breath that had been building up in his chest.

The breath was exhaled very long, even creating a white arrow of air that sent dust flying.

Followed by.

Wang Ye's eyes slowly opened.

Originally, there was always a hint of languid sleepiness, a touch of entanglement with worldly affairs, and even the madness and bloodshot veins of that moment.

But at the moment.

They've all disappeared.

Instead, there was a clear blue sky.

Wang Ye blinked, looked down at his hands, and then looked up at the blue sky above.

An uncontrollable smile crept onto his lips.

That is a true state of complete freedom.

"Oh my god..."

The referee was startled by Wang Ye's sudden "come to life," took a half step back, and patted his chest as he asked:

"Master Wang, are you alright?"

"What did Zhang Xuan do just now? What... can you even continue the match?"

All eyes in the room were once again focused on Wang Ye.

Everyone is waiting.

Will this Wudang disciple unleash some earth-shattering surprise attack to regain the face he just lost?

however.

next second.

What happened next shocked everyone.

Wang Ye suddenly took a deep breath and then raised his hands high in an extremely exaggerated gesture.

The speed of the movements and the precision of the lifts were as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Followed by.

He opened his throat and, in his thick Beijing accent, shouted out a thunderous statement:

"I'm not fighting anymore!!!"

"I surrender!!!"

Upon hearing this, the audience, who had been preparing to watch the show, gaped wide-eyed, their jaws practically hitting their toes.

So... you've already given up?

Where did that desperate attitude go?

How come you surrendered so easily after someone poked you on the forehead?

"Holy crap! Refund!!!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

Immediately afterwards, the entire audience erupted in chaos.

"It's a cover-up! It's absolutely a cover-up!"

"Is this the spirit of Wudang Mountain? Surrendering after only a couple of exchanges?"

"Wang Ye, you son of a bitch! I've been holding onto half a month's salary for you! You could at least hold on for one more minute!"

"Match-fixing! Investigate Zhang Chu thoroughly! Investigate Wang Ye thoroughly!"

Countless mineral water bottles and popcorn buckets were thrown onto the stage like rain.

The sentiment is indignant.

After all, this was a farce that ended before it even began.

In the past, upon hearing such insults, Wang Ye would have definitely shrunk his neck and embarrassedly tried to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

But now.

Wang Ye stood amidst a rain of trash, yet appeared remarkably calm.

He casually caught a Coke bottle that flew towards him, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and then let out a satisfied burp.

belch--

"That feels good."

He didn't care about the insults at all.

face?

Can that stuff be eaten as a meal?

Compared to what he realized in that life-or-death moment, he would gladly do a hula dance right now, let alone be scolded.

The referee was speechless, looking at the garbage all over the ground, and could only helplessly raise the small flag in his hand.

"Group B, the last match."

"The winner is Zhang Chu!"

Although the results have already been announced.

But Wang did not flee immediately as usual.

He straightened the tattered Taoist robe that was covered in mud and blood.

then.

He turned around and looked at the figure who had already walked to the edge of the ring and was preparing to jump.

That figure was still sloppy and lazy.

But in Wang Ye's eyes at this moment, it was even more imposing than the Three Pure Ones enshrined in the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"Master Daoist!"

Wang also shouted.

The voice was no longer frivolous, but carried an unprecedented solemnity.

Zhang Taichu paused for a moment.

But he didn't turn around; he just waved his hand impatiently.

"Alright, alright, I already said we don't need to pay for that pillar."

"What? You want me to stay for dinner?"

Wang Ye took a deep breath.

Right under the watchful eyes of these thousands of people.

Amidst the deafening boos and curses.

He clasped his hands together, raised them above his head, and then slowly bent down in front of the figure's back.

"Wu Dang Wang Ye..."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

"Thank you, Taoist priest... for showing mercy!"

Only Wang Ye himself knew the truth.

If Zhang Taichu had added even a tiny bit of force to that finger strike, even just a tiny bit...

By now, his head would probably be blown apart and he'd be a corpse.

and.

That finger did more than just spare his life.

She even forcibly helped him sort out the chaotic meridians in his body, and even pointed out the inner demons he had cultivated for so many years.

What kind of tactic is this?

What a magnanimous spirit!

This doesn't look like a contestant here to compete; he looks more like a wise old man enjoying life!

Seeing this scene.

The audience, who had been shouting and cursing, gradually quieted down.

Although people may not understand the intricacies, they still have the eye to enjoy the spectacle.

Wang Ye's bow was very earnest.

That kind of heartfelt respect cannot be faked.

"Could it be... that there was something special about that finger strike just now?"

"Nonsense! Even the king is bowing like this; he must have received some great favor!"

"Wow, who exactly is this Zhang Chu? Even Wang Ye is impressed?"

Beside the ring.

Zhang Taichu finally stopped.

He turned around with a hint of helplessness, looking at Wang Ye, who was bent over with his butt sticking out.

I said…

Zhang Taichu reached into his ear and picked at it, then blew on his fingers:

"Are you deaf or what?"

"I've already told you, stop with all this nonsense."

"Can this one bow be eaten or spent like money?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye straightened up, his face showing no displeasure, but rather a simple and honest smile.

"The Taoist priest is right."

"Then, Taoist priest, what do you think... should be done about the tuition fee?"

"If it is something that I, the king, can do, I will never refuse."

"Even if I have to sell my courtyard house in Beijing..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Zhang Taichu interrupted him with a look of disgust:

"Who wants your dilapidated house?"

"You can't eat it."

Zhang Taichu rubbed his somewhat emaciated belly, his eyes darting around before his gaze fell on the food stalls surrounding the martial arts arena.

"How about this?"

Zhang Taichu held up two fingers and waved them in front of Wang Ye:

"I heard there's a place at the foot of Longhu Mountain that makes particularly authentic beggar's chicken."

"Go and get two for this humble Taoist priest."

"Remember, it has to be fresh out of the oven, wrapped in lotus leaves, and with lots of chili."

At this point, Zhang Taichu seemed to remember something else and added:

"Oh, right, and two bottles of Coke too."

"Iced."

"Not even an ounce less ice is acceptable."

"Once these two things are in place, our business is considered settled."

Upon hearing this request...

Wang was stunned.

He blinked, seemingly unable to believe his ears.

Two beggar's chickens?

Two bottles of Coke?

Is this over?

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Wang didn't react, Zhang Taichu frowned, and his face instantly darkened.

"You think it's too expensive?"

"If you think it's too expensive, then I'll just plant you in a pillar."

As he spoke, Zhang Taichu made a gesture as if to raise his hand.

"No, no, no!!!"

Wang was so frightened that he trembled all over and shook his head like a rattle drum:

"Not expensive at all! Not expensive at all!"

"Don't just say two! Twenty would be fine too!"

"As long as you don't hit me, as long as you don't plant me in a pillar, I'll buy you all the chickens in Longhu Mountain!"

joke!

If he were really planted in a pillar, his reputation in the world of supernatural beings would be completely ruined.

How will I be able to return to Wudang Mountain to see my master in the future?

"Then why aren't you going yet?"

Zhang Taichu rolled her eyes at him:

"It won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Dele!"

The king was granted a general amnesty.

He flung the empty Coke bottle aside, and with a swift movement, he vanished from the ring in a blur.

That speed was three points faster than when he was playing earlier.

He even used the "Ladder Cloud Leap" technique in mid-air, stepping on the heads of several spectators to fly away.

As he ran, he shouted:

"Please wait a moment, Taoist priest! The chicken will be here soon!"

"If it gets even a little cold, I, Wang Ye, will offer my head in retribution!"

Watching Wang Ye's retreating figure, Zhang Taichu curled his lip and looked away.

"This child, is he born in the Year of the Rabbit?"

"Running so fast."

He stretched out a big yawn, and his bones cracked and popped all over his body.

"Alright."

"Food is taken care of."

"I should go back and catch up on some sleep."

Done.

With his hands behind his head and wearing tattered cloth shoes, Zhang Taichu swaggered out of the martial arts arena amidst the awe, doubt, and bewilderment of thousands of people.

All that remained was the ring, riddled with holes and resembling ruins.