From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Bai Ruoxi stepped in front of Lu Yunzhou, blocking his path: "Fang Zhuo, haven't you caused enough trouble? They're guests invited by Grandpa, what right do you have to lay a hand on them?"

Fang Zhuo stared at her, then took another half step forward with his right foot: "Ruoxi, move aside. This has nothing to do with you."

"This is my home. You come here and smash things, and you say it has nothing to do with me?"

"I'll pay for it."

Fang Zhuo pulled out a few banknotes from his pocket and threw them next to the broken wooden stool.

"Can we proceed now?"

Bai Ruoxi was so angry that her breathing became tight. She was about to speak when Lu Yunzhou stood up from the stone bench.

"Miss Bai, let's forget about it."

He brushed the tea leaves off his trousers and bowed to Bai Heming.

"Mr. Bai, I've bothered you for so long today, and I've asked all the questions I needed to. I'll take my leave now and come back for tea another day."

Bai Heming remained silent, only raising his eyes to look at Fang Zhengzhou.

Fang Zhengzhou fiddled with two walnuts, then sat in his original spot pretending to be deaf.

Fang Zhuo reached out to block his way: "You can't leave until we've made things clear."

Lu Yunzhou stopped in his tracks: "What else do you want to say?"

"Judging from what Ruoxi just said, you can dodge more than a dozen of her moves."

Fang Zhuo stretched his shoulders, the black wristband on his wrist tightening: "I was trained in the army. You can fool laymen with this kind of talk, but it won't work on me."

"I have indeed learned a few grappling techniques, but they are far from true martial arts."

Lu Yunzhou raised his hand and pushed his arm away: "If you want to find a master, there are some at the boxing gym."

Fang Zhuo clenched his teeth.

"You dodged more than a dozen moves, and even made Ruoxi pay for your tea, and now you're saying you don't know martial arts?"

"She misunderstood that I came to cause trouble. I didn't want to get beaten up, so I had to hide. It's that simple."

I don't think you dare.

Bai Ruoxi hugged the tray and yelled at him, "They don't even want to fight, yet you're blocking the door. What happened to the rules the Martial Arts Alliance taught you?"

Fang Zhuo turned to look at her, his voice much lower.

"Ruoxi, I'm standing up for you."

"No need."

"If you serve tea and apologize to someone of unknown origin, it will be a disgrace to the Bajiquan school."

Bai Ruoxi placed the tray on the stone table.

"I admit I made a mistake. What does that have to do with the boxing gym? Don't try to intimidate me with that."

Fang Zhengzhou finally spoke up: "Zhuo'er, since they insist on refusing, don't force them. It's not honorable to win against an amateur."

Despite his verbal persuasion, he didn't stop eating the walnuts in his hands.

Fang Zhuo stepped aside, making half a step.

"Alright, I'll give my grandfather face today."

Lu Yunzhou glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

The Martial Arts Alliance will review the Bajiquan Hall's eligibility next month.

If the Fang family grandfather and grandson are injured at this point, the trouble will only fall on Bai Heming's shoulders.

He stepped over the broken wooden bench and walked towards the front yard.

A sneer came from behind.

"Ruoxi, you were just praising him for his abilities. Now it seems all he's good at is running away."

Lu Yunzhou did not stop walking.

Bai Ruoxi slammed her hand on the table and stood up: "Fang Zhuo, watch your mouth!"

The sound of shoes scraping against the concrete floor came from above.

Lu Yunzhou's back muscles tightened.

Fang Zhuo had already caught up behind him, his right palm wrapped with force, aiming straight for his shoulder blade.

If this palm strike were to land on an ordinary person, several bones would be broken.

Lu Yunzhou could have avoided it.

But once he exerted force with his feet, his seventh-grade cultivation level could no longer be concealed.

The Creation Technique circulates along the meridians once, and the true energy sinks into the back.

Fang Zhuo's hand also landed at that moment.

boom!

Lu Yunzhou stumbled forward three steps, bracing himself against the door frame with his palms, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

He coughed twice, and blood fell onto the blue bricks.

"Lu Yunzhou!"

Bai Ruoxi dropped the tray and rushed over quickly.

Fang Zhuo withdrew his hand, a smug look on his face.

"I made a sound with my feet before I made my move; he was just slow to react. If a martial artist doesn't even have this much awareness, he'll suffer a great loss sooner or later."

Bai Heming raised his hand that was resting on the teacup.

The next moment, he was already standing in front of Fang Zhuo.

Before Fang Zhuo could even get into a fighting stance, his wrist was grabbed.

Bai Heming pushed him out, and he retreated to the front yard, his lower back hitting a wooden stake, causing him to bend over in pain.

"The white crane cries!"

Fang Zhengzhou dropped the walnuts and slapped the old man on the shoulder.

Bai Heming flicked his sleeve and struck head-on with his palm.

Fang Zhengzhou stepped back seven or eight paces, his feet scraping against the cement, then pushed open the half-closed courtyard gate and retreated to the side of the street.

A white crane stood inside the gate.

"My guest has already backed down, yet your grandson still dares to attack from behind. The Fang family's face has truly opened my eyes today."

Fang Zhengzhou pressed down on his numb arm.

"Why get so angry when a junior is just testing a few moves?"

"He turned and left, is that what you call testing the waters?"

"The person isn't dead."

Bai Heming raised his hand and pointed to the street corner.

"Take your grandson with you. If you dare to tamper with the martial arts school's review, I'll personally go to the headquarters to find out the truth."

Fang Zhengzhou's face twitched a few times.

"You'll regret turning against me for the sake of an outsider."

"roll."

Fang Zhuo stood up, clutching his waist, and tried to speak, but Fang Zhengzhou pulled him out of the courtyard.

The grandfather and grandson got into the car and left, and Bai Ruoxi hurriedly helped Lu Yunzhou up.

"How are you? Should we go to the hospital?"

"No need."

Lu Yunzhou raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up straight.

The Creation Technique was activated again, and the palm force that had entered the body was dispersed by the true energy.

The dull pain in my chest and back has subsided.

Bai Heming grabbed his wrist and held it for a few seconds.

"You were prepared when Fang Zhuo made his move."

Lu Yunzhou smiled.

"I still couldn't hide it from you."

"If you had fought back, he would be lying on the ground by now. Why did you take that blow?"

"They came for me, I can't leave the debt to the boxing gym."

Lu Yunzhou looked towards the courtyard gate.

"Besides, Fang Zhuo now believes I'm weak. If we meet again in the future, he won't bring any stronger people to guard against me."

Bai Ruoxi said anxiously, "Then you can't just take it for nothing!"

"It wasn't for nothing."

Lu Yunzhou patted his clothes.

"At least we've figured out his cultivation level. He's at the early stage of the fifth rank, his palm strike is biased to the right, and he still has an old injury on his left leg."

Bai Ruoxi opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

Bai Heming looked at him and nodded.

"Knowing when to stop when you're winning is harder than knowing how to play. I wasn't wrong about you, young man."

Just after six o'clock, Lu Yunzhou walked out of Jingwu Road.

The red Porsche pulled up to the side of the road, the window rolled down, revealing Shen Luoyan's lightly made-up face.

"Mr. Lu, are you free tonight?"

"With Director Shen coming to pick me up personally, how could I dare say I'm too busy?"

Lu Yunzhou opened the passenger door.

Shen Luoyan, however, stared at the bloodstains on his collar.

"You got into a fight again?"

"I bumped into something while practicing, it was just a superficial injury."

"You always say that."

She pulled out a tissue and handed it to him. Only after Lu Yunzhou had wiped the car clean did she start it again.

"My father's investigation is over, and he's back at work. The Tang family sent over the annulment letter, and they won't pressure me anymore."

"That's good."

"My parents would like to treat you to a meal to thank you in person."

The Porsche drove into Emerald Bay Phase III, and as soon as the car came to a stop, the apartment door was already open.

Wearing an apron, Shen's mother stood on the steps and greeted Lu Yunzhou as he got out of the car.

"Yunzhou, come inside quickly."

"The dishes have all gotten cold, we're just waiting for you to start the meal."