The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert

"Not at all, not at all, you’re all too modest, otherwise, how could my people be your match," Yang He said with a smile. Though his words were humble, the look of pride in his eyes couldn’t be concealed.

Ling Chen glanced at the man in the suit in the middle of the martial arts field and said with a faint smile, "This friend’s strength is impressive. If I’m not mistaken, he should qualify for the Dragon List. Mr. Yang, with subordinates of such skill, you really don’t need us to help with training."

"Mr. Ling, please don’t say that. I genuinely hope that Dragon Tiger Hall can help improve the strength of this group of subordinates. The stronger they are, the more at ease I feel."

As soon as Yang He finished speaking, the man in the suit who defeated Tian Hanzhong loudly declared, "With Dragon Tiger Hall’s big reputation, is there no expert around? Or are you all just a facade with no real skills?"

"Silence!" Yang He’s expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and he immediately reprimanded. After speaking, he turned to He Ziyun and Ling Chen with an apologetic face and said, "Mr. Ling, Master He, I’m really sorry, my subordinate is too arrogant. If there was any disrespect, please forgive us."

Ling Chen waved his hand and said, "No worries. Mr. Yang, since your subordinates are so skilled, let’s forget about the training. Perhaps you should find someone else."

This..." Ling Chen’s words caused Yang He to be slightly stunned. He didn’t expect the other party to say that. With Dragon Tiger Hall losing face on its own turf, they would certainly want to make amends and regain their dignity. However, Ling Chen seemed uninterested. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond to Ling Chen’s words.

After pondering for a while, Yang He turned his head and glanced at the man in the suit on the field. Although it was just a glance, the latter understood his meaning.

"Master He, the previous bout wasn’t satisfying, I didn’t even make a move. Shall we have another go? With so many disciples in Dragon Tiger Hall, there must be someone who can fight, right?" he said provocatively, scanning everyone in the crowd.

He Ziyun frowned and was about to speak when a calm voice suddenly emerged from the crowd, "Let me test your skills."

As the words fell, everyone’s gaze immediately focused on the speaker, revealing Zhang Zhongfeng slowly walking out from the back of the crowd.

Seeing him, the onlooking Dragon Tiger Hall disciples were instantly excited, their gazes towards the man in the suit filled with sympathy.

Fourth Brother... Ling Chen was slightly taken aback, then smiled, not expecting Fourth Brother to have such interest. Well then, since Fourth Brother wants to take the stage, let him strut his stuff.

As Zhang Zhongfeng stepped onto the field, the man in the suit gave him a once-over, sneering and nodding, "You’ve got guts. I hope you can last longer than that guy earlier."

Zhang Zhongfeng’s expression remained indifferent, unaffected by the man’s words. Standing firm on his feet, he looked at the man in the suit and asked, "What do you want to compete in? Bare fists or weapons? If it’s hand-to-hand, I’ll concede. But if it’s weapons, I can play with you."

Having made his intentions clear, the man in the suit would undoubtedly not choose hand-to-hand combat.

"Fine, since you like weapons, let’s go with weapons," he said, heading straight to the weapon rack beside the martial arts field, casually selecting a steel knife, waving it a few times, then returning to his position.

Zhang Zhongfeng didn’t move, as someone had already delivered a bow and arrows to him. Accepting the quiver, Zhang Zhongfeng set it on the ground, drawing ten arrows from inside. In front of everyone, he broke the tips off five of the arrows, leaving five intact.

Seeing his actions, the man in the suit showed a hint of confusion and asked, "What are you doing? Aren’t we competing with weapons? Why are you using a bow and arrows?"

Zhang Zhongfeng replied blandly, "Aren’t bows and arrows considered weapons? They’re the only weapons I know how to use." With that said, he reinserted the ten arrows into the quiver and stated, "Five of these arrows have no tips. I’ll be selecting an arrow at random later. Whether or not you can safely leave the Dragon Tiger Hall all depends on your luck—good luck."

Upon hearing this, the Dragon Tiger Hall disciples were not only sympathetic to the man in the suit but also somewhat puzzled. With half of the arrows missing their tips, the difference in arrow length was evident, making it easy to discern which still had tips. Was Zhang Zhongfeng jesting with the opponent?

As the crowd speculated silently, Zhang Zhongfeng suddenly reached into his pocket, pulling out a black silk band which he tied over his eyes, rendering himself blindfolded.

Watching Zhang Zhongfeng’s actions, the man in the suit’s expression turned grim. He felt belittled and insulted. Who was he? A Dragon List expert, yet the other party wasn’t taking him seriously, using a foolish weapon like a bow and arrow against him.

Humph! Fine, if you’re seeking death, I’ll oblige you.

With thoughts racing, the man in the suit brandished his steel knife, charging swiftly towards Zhang Zhongfeng. As soon as he moved, before he could cover even a meter, Zhang Zhongfeng, standing over ten meters away, effortlessly pulled an arrow from the quiver and fitted it to the bowstring, without the slightest hesitation, drawing the bow and releasing the arrow.

With his action, the martial arts field echoed with a cry of pain. Simultaneously, the advancing middle-aged man abruptly leaned back, his entire body collapsing on the ground.

However, the people’s concern wasn’t for this, but rather the arrow lodged in his left shoulder.

Although the Dragon Tiger Hall disciples were aware of Zhang Zhongfeng’s formidable archery, witnessing it firsthand still left them astonished.

At this moment, the man in the suit slowly got up from the ground, his face full of pain. Under everyone’s gaze, he gripped the arrow firmly, pulling it out. Seeing the arrow, the crowd let out another gasp.

It was an arrow without a tip!

To penetrate the body even without a tip—if it had one, the arrow would’ve pierced through and through. More importantly, Zhang Zhongfeng was blindfolded the whole time, yet still hit his target with precision. The title of ’God of Archery’ was certainly not unwarranted.

Staring at the tip-less arrow, the man in the suit’s face darkened. He realized he’d been lucky. Had it been a complete arrow, his arm might have been rendered useless. For a moment, doubt and hesitation flashed in his eyes.

The fact that his shoulder was hit—was it intentional or mere luck? If the latter, he need not worry, but if it was the former, then...