Chapter 1717 - 2019: Yang He’s Probe
"So it’s Mr. Yang, hello." Ling Chen curiously asked, "May I know what brings Mr. Yang to the Dragon Tiger Hall?"
Before Yang He could speak, He Ziyun chimed in, "Mr. Yang has long heard of the great name of the Dragon Tiger Hall and wants his security team to join us. He requests our help in training them to cultivate some skillful people."
"Oh!" Ling Chen nodded and said, "That’s not a problem. However, martial arts cannot be mastered overnight. If Mr. Yang wants to cultivate a group of experts in a short time, it might be a bit challenging."
"Please rest assured, Mr. Ling. I am not one to make unreasonable demands. Although I’m not a martial artist, I understand the hardships of martial arts. As the saying goes, live and learn until old age, and the journey of martial arts has no end."
Hearing Yang He’s words, Ling Chen gave a thumbs up and said, "Mr. Yang, you are not very old, but your understanding is very high. If you practiced martial arts, you would surely become the best among experts."
"You’re joking; all I can do is talk a good game. The truly impressive ones are you and your people."
"Mr. Yang, if I may ask, how many of your security team need training?" He Ziyun brought the topic back to the main point.
"Not many, about forty people or so."
Forty people... Ling Chen glanced at Yang He with a hint of surprise. What kind of figure is this guy, having a security team of forty people? Even for someone as wealthy as Nanrong Wanqing, there are only about a dozen people by her side.
"No problem," He Ziyun responded, "If Mr. Yang has no other requests, we can sign the contract first, and then..."
"No rush," Yang He interrupted He Ziyun, continuing, "Before signing the contract, I have an impolite request. I wonder if you two would allow it."
Hearing this, Ling Chen and He Ziyun exchanged a glance and said, "Mr. Yang, please speak directly."
"I mean no offense; it’s just that... seeing is believing, so I would like to witness the true skills of the Dragon Tiger Hall," Yang He said with a smile. "Saying this might be a bit offensive; I hope you both can understand."
"So it’s about this matter." He Ziyun nodded and said, "What Mr. Yang said is reasonable and not at all offensive. Since Mr. Yang wants to see our abilities, why don’t we go to the performance arena, and I will have a few people demonstrate it then?" He then extended his hand, making a ’please’ gesture.
Yang He smiled and led his group of security personnel straight out of the reception room.
Looking at Yang He’s departing figure, Ling Chen tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a subtle smile, with a touch of meaning in his eyes. This guy named Yang He... feels a bit odd. Since he came with admiration, why does he want to experience their true skills? If he guessed correctly, there are only two possibilities: one is genuine curiosity to witness authentic skills, and the other is seeking trouble under the guise of admiration.
However, this is the first meeting with Yang He; they haven’t dealt before. Besides, someone like him who is wealthy shouldn’t be bored enough to come looking for trouble.
Upon reaching the performance arena, He Ziyun called over the disciples who were training and singled out a few people, instructing them to spar with each other.
"Hold on," Yang He said with a smile. "Master He, my men may not be top-notch experts, but they do have some foundation. How about letting them have a bout with your hall’s experts, to seek some guidance, what do you think?"
"This..." He Ziyun did not anticipate such a request from the other side and hesitated briefly, unsure of how to respond.
"Since Mr. Yang has such interest, we must fulfill it." At this moment, Ling Chen came from behind with a faint smile, asking, "How does Mr. Yang want the spar to proceed?"
"Each of us will send one person out and let them spar a bit with their skills. How about that?"
"Alright, no problem." Ling Chen nodded, his eyes scanning the disciples. In the end, he pointed to Tian Hanzhong who was not far away. The latter understood and immediately stepped out from the crowd.
Before joining the Dragon Tiger Hall, Tian Hanzhong had already practiced martial arts for over ten years, with a solid foundation, and later with expert guidance, he advanced quickly. Although he has yet to enter the Tiger List, he is not far off. With him competing, there should be no mistake. Seeing the person chosen by the Dragon Tiger Hall, Yang He gave a faint smile and pointed to a man in a suit beside him. The latter said nothing more, took off his suit, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and slowly walked to the center of the performance arena.
"Please!" Tian Hanzhong cupped his fists and bowed to the opponent.
The latter stood upright like a spear, silently standing where he was, showing no intention of returning the bow. Tian Hanzhong did not mind, got into stance on his own accord, and circled around the opponent, slowly seeking an opportunity to strike.
The man in the suit slightly turned his head, his eyes continuously tracing Tian Hanzhong’s movements. Suddenly, Tian Hanzhong took a rapid step forward, charging swiftly toward the opponent, throwing a punch directly at the person’s brow. Seeing this, the latter slightly curled his lips into a smirk of disdain and stepped back a bit, creating distance between them.
As the punch missed, Tian Hanzhong lightly tapped his toes and advanced again, throwing another punch aiming directly at the man in the suit’s chest. Seeing Tian Hanzhong’s attack approaching, the man in the suit’s expression remained unchanged. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, forcibly using his chest to meet Tian Hanzhong’s punch.
This punch hit the mark, and Tian Hanzhong’s face showed a slight hint of glee as he immediately looked up at the opponent. However, to his shock, the man in the suit had a mocking smile on his face.
Not good!
Tian Hanzhong’s heart sank. Before he could react, the opponent’s chest suddenly surged forward, and instantly, a powerful force rushed out like a tidal wave, directly knocking Tian Hanzhong’s body into the air. At the same time, everyone present heard a clear ’crack’.
Bang!
Landing on the ground, Tian Hanzhong’s face was filled with pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Moreover, he was clutching his right arm tightly with his left hand.
Looking at the fallen Tian Hanzhong, the man in the suit hooked his finger, the contempt in his expression evident.
Gritting his teeth, Tian Hanzhong struggled to get up from the ground. But the pain in his body was too intense, and after several attempts, he couldn’t succeed. Breathing heavily, Tian Hanzhong cast his gaze toward Ling Chen not far away, who nodded lightly.
Seeing this, Tian Hanzhong took a deep breath and managed to get back on his feet, looking at the man in the suit across, saying, "I am not as skilled as you. I admit defeat." As soon as he said this, disciples from the Dragon Tiger Hall rushed over to support his body and helped him down.
"Mr. Yang’s men are indeed formidable," Ling Chen said with a smile on his lips.