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No one expected that Wang Meng, ranked twenty-fifth, would defeat Zhou Yaoting, ranked sixteenth, so easily.

Doesn't he practice with a newbie every day?

How did you improve so quickly?

"How is this possible?"

Among the crowd, Wu Dayong stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

As a former member of the small group, he often practiced with Wang Meng.

Therefore, they were very clear about Wang Meng's strength.

Just twenty days ago, Wang Meng's skill level was about the same as his.

How could someone improve so quickly in such a short time?

Could it be that Wang Meng received guidance from some master while he was away from the inner courtyard?

Wu Dayong quickly came up with a reasonable explanation.

If Wang Meng hadn't received private guidance from a master, how could he have become so powerful?

Is he supposed to play house with a new girl every day?

"That Wang Meng guy must have found a master to guide him in private."

Liu Jiaxiang also chimed in with a sour tone.

Almost all the external martial arts disciples present had this thought.

No one thought that Wang Meng's improvement was related to Chen Qing.

Wang Meng had already returned to his position.

Wang Tianle, standing next to him, congratulated him excitedly, "Congratulations, Junior Brother Wang, you've risen to sixteenth place!"

"It's all thanks to Junior Brother Chen's guidance."

Wang Meng first bowed to Chen Qing to express his gratitude, then said to Wang Tianle, "Senior Brother Wang, I managed to get sixteenth place, you can definitely make it into the top ten."

"I hope so."

Wang Tianle said excitedly.

Seeing Wang Meng easily defeat his higher-ranked opponent, his confidence instantly soared.

They couldn't wait to see just how strong they had become.

The competition continues.

Senior Sister Sun drew lots again and announced the names of the two opposing teams.

After several rounds, Wang Tianle finally heard his name called.

He walked confidently to the open space in front of him.

He stared calmly at his opponent.

This man is named Zhao Hu, ranked ninth among the disciples of the Outer Strength Sect. It is said that he works for a security escort agency and has encountered bandits who robbed the goods while escorting them. He has seen blood and has a wealth of practical experience.

Wang Tianle, ranked eighteenth, had never actually fought anyone except for light sparring with his fellow disciples in the inner courtyard.

In the past, he would have been intimidated before the battle even began.

But now, he is full of confidence.

He believed that by sparring with a high-level martial artist like Chen Qing every day, his strength would definitely surpass that of other martial artists of the same level.

"Senior Brother Wang is probably not as lucky as Wang Meng this time."

Wu Dayong sneered from the crowd.

"This is Senior Brother Zhao, who has earned the nickname 'Tiger Descending the Mountain' in the escort agency. I heard he has a life on his hands. How could Senior Brother Wang possibly be his match?"

Liu Jiaxiang shook his head and commented dismissively.

The surrounding disciples with external strength were also discussing and analyzing who would win.

Wang Meng's unexpected victory has drawn even more attention to Wang Tianle, who was also part of the same exchange group.

Without exception, no one favored Wang Tianle; everyone supported Zhao Hu, who was ranked ninth, to win.

On the open ground, Wang Tianle and Zhao Hu exchanged fist salutes.

Immediately afterward, the two rushed towards each other and engaged in battle.

Unlike Wang Meng's easy victory, the two fought fiercely.

As expected of a seasoned镖师 (bodyguard/escort), Zhao Hu possessed extensive combat experience. He saw through Wang Tianle's feints multiple times and simultaneously set traps to lure Wang Tianle into his trap.

However, this trap pales in comparison to Chen Qing's meticulously planned and executed strategies.

Wang Tianle saw through it at a glance and easily neutralized the attack.

The two appeared to be evenly matched, but in reality, Wang Tianle had already begun to replicate the schemes Chen Qing had devised against him.

They lured Zhao Hu into their trap step by step.

Zhao Hu was completely unaware that he had fallen into Wang Tianle's trap. When he saw that Wang Tianle had finally revealed a weakness, he instantly dropped all his defenses and threw a full-force punch at Wang Tianle's face.

Wang Tianle had been waiting for this moment. He leaned back to dodge the opponent's attack, and at the same time used a ground stomp move, his right foot accurately kicking Zhao Hu in the abdomen, sending him flying.

"Senior Brother Zhao, you flatter me."

Wang Tianle cupped his hands in greeting and then returned to his seat.

Once the opponent falls to the ground, it signifies defeat, and there is no need to continue the fight.

A look of surprise flashed in Zhao Hu's eyes. Only then did he realize that his opponent's every move had been guiding him.

That last flaw was actually a trap set by Wang Tianle.

He was completely convinced of his defeat due to such a brilliant strategy.

Zhao Hu stood up, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Wang Tianle, and returned to his seat.

"Wang Tianle actually beat Zhao Hu?"

"His skill level seemed average before, so why did he suddenly become so amazing, just like Wang Meng?"

"Could it be because of Chen Qing?"

"Absolutely impossible, he's only been a beginner for a short time!"

"They probably pooled their money to hire an expert for advice."

An uproar erupted in the crowd; Wang Tianle's victory had clearly caused quite a stir.

Even Hong Zhenbang, who was sitting directly in front, couldn't help but nod in approval and say, "Not bad. Wang Tianle actually knows how to set traps in battle. He's actually quite capable of standing on his own now that he's entered the martial arts world."

"It's all thanks to Junior Brother Chen Qing's excellent teaching."

Lu Hanzhou, who was behind them, suddenly spoke up to explain.

"You're saying Chen Qing taught you this?"

A hint of confusion flashed in Hong Zhenbang's eyes.

He was deeply impressed by the only disciple in the entire inner courtyard who had broken through to the outer realm with inferior aptitude.

Didn't Chen Qing only enter the inner courtyard more than twenty days ago?

Wang Tianle's fighting skills are something that cannot be achieved without long-term guidance from an experienced master.

Not to mention the expert who guided Wang Tianle.

How could a newcomer who has only broken through the external force level for less than a month possess such a profound skill?

"Master, I don't know if Wang Tianle was taught by Chen Qing, but I do know that Junior Brother Lu seems to be learning boxing from Chen Qing recently."

Senior Brother Wei Xiong chuckled softly from the side, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Nonsense!"

Hong Zhenbang's expression changed. He turned to look at Lu Hanzhou and scolded, "You, a martial artist with almost full internal energy, are learning boxing from a novice external martial artist? Have you lost your mind?"

"Master, Junior Brother Chen is a martial arts prodigy who appears only once in a century. It doesn't matter if you don't believe it; you'll know once he steps onto the stage."

Lu Hanzhou said with a face full of admiration.

"I think you've gone mad from practicing your martial arts! I'll deal with you after the martial arts competition!"

Hong Zhenbang was so angry that his face turned red, and he wished he could kill Lu Hanzhou on the spot.

If he hadn't gone mad with demonic possession, how could he have uttered such absurd words?

The other two disciples standing nearby couldn't help but shake their heads, exchange a knowing smile, their faces full of helplessness.

It seems that Lu Hanzhou has truly gone astray in his practice, just as his master said.

What's the difference between learning boxing from a complete beginner and learning to speak from a three-year-old?