Chapter 431: This Person Is From Kunlun
In the courtyard of the Zhang Martial Arts Hall.
Her fellow disciples had already gathered around.
They watched the two people in the center of the yard with looks of anticipation.
Some were nervous, others curious, and some were simply looking forward to the show.
"Alright! We’re here to witness the bet for Senior Sister Zhang’s match!"
"Senior Sister Zhang will definitely win!"
"Congratulations in advance to Senior Sister Zhang on getting a new manservant!"
The disciples cheered and clapped, all of them delighted by the prospect of this duel.
This wasn’t just about the pride and dignity of the Zhang Martial Arts Hall; it also determined how outsiders would view them.
Just as Zhang Rui, the girl with the pigtails, had thought, plenty of people had come to challenge the Zhang Martial Arts Hall. But aside from a few core disciples from major families who had won by a stroke of luck, no one had ever truly defeated them.
As for Jiang Xinghai, they naturally didn’t think much of his chances.
To them, Jiang Xinghai was just a handsome young man.
No matter how they looked at him, he didn’t seem like an expert.
Perhaps he was just a rookie who had barely stepped onto the path of Martial Arts.
He now stood quietly in the center of the yard, his eyes glinting with determination and confidence. "In that case, let’s settle this in one match."
The bet was full of drama and excitement.
Zhang Rui wore a resolute expression. She slapped her ruler against her palm, and the crisp sound echoed in the air as if to say, ’Do you dare accept my challenge?’
Jiang Xinghai, however, just smiled faintly, his face a mask of calm composure.
"State your school and master first."
Zhang Rui straightened her pigtails. "The Zhang Martial Arts Hall never bullies anyone. We need to know your lineage, lest word gets out that we pick on the weak."
"Kunlun," Jiang Xinghai said, uttering only a single word.
Kunlun!
Everyone, including Zhang Rui, was stunned.
Kunlun!
That name carried a lot of weight.
"Senior Sister Zhang, don’t listen to his nonsense. The Kunlun Mountain range is huge. He’s probably from some minor school at the foot of the mountains."
"That makes sense. Just because he says he’s from Kunlun doesn’t make it true. He’s all talk."
"Hey, you, with the surname Jiang! Even if you are from Kunlun, you can’t act so arrogantly in our Zhang Martial Arts Hall. Get ready to accept your defeat."
"Yeah! We’re waiting for you to become Senior Sister Zhang’s manservant."
"Hahaha..."
The surrounding disciples began to taunt him.
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But Jiang Xinghai wasn’t provoked. Instead, he leisurely lit a cigarette.
This scene completely stunned Zhang Rui and the others.
’How much confidence must he have?’
Meanwhile, on the second floor of the martial arts hall.
A middle-aged man with a buzz cut stood with his hands behind his back, observing the scene below.
He was none other than the master of the Zhang Martial Arts Hall, Zhang Shangfeng.
’This man is from Kunlun?’
His gaze remained fixed on Jiang Xinghai. ’His Inner Strength is profound, yet his aura is restrained. There’s no killing intent... What exactly is he planning to do?’
Zhang Shangfeng’s brow furrowed slightly.
Even he could only discern less than a tenth of Jiang Xinghai’s true capabilities.
This meant that he, too, was no match for Jiang Xinghai.
But his judgment was clear: Jiang Xinghai didn’t seem to be here to cause trouble.
’If I were to intervene now, I would be breaking the rules of the Jianghu. I can only hope he goes easy on her.’
Zhang Shangfeng felt a little melancholic. He also wanted to use this opportunity, with Jiang Xinghai’s help, to teach his daughter, Zhang Rui, a lesson.
For years, not only Zhang Rui, but all his disciples, had grown arrogant, relying on their decent accomplishments in Martial Arts.
Using this to knock them down a peg wouldn’t be a bad thing.
"Come on, Jiang Xinghai from Kunlun! Let’s settle this in one match!"
At this point, Zhang Rui couldn’t wait any longer. Jiang Xinghai had nearly finished his cigarette.
"I was just waiting for Miss Zhang to give the word," Jiang Xinghai said with a slight smile.
"Where’s your weapon?" Zhang Rui asked, weighing the ruler in her hand.
Jiang Xinghai raised his hand, gesturing to the cigarette butt between his fingers. "This is enough."
"You!" Zhang Rui was infuriated by Jiang Xinghai’s arrogance.
Her fellow disciples also grew tense and hostile.
"Senior Sister, teach him a painful lesson!"
"Trying to fight Senior Sister Zhang with a cigarette butt? He’s way too arrogant!"
"Everyone, shut up!"
Zhang Rui held back a bellyful of unspoken words, so angry her shapely eyebrows shot up. She never would have imagined Jiang Xinghai could be so conceited as to think he could fight her with just a cigarette butt.
’It’s just too outrageous!’
"What is the meaning of this?" Zhang Rui still had to ask.
"I’m fighting you with this. That’s all," Jiang Xinghai said, taking a drag. The cigarette was getting shorter and shorter.
"You’ll regret this!"
Zhang Rui glared at Jiang Xinghai and roared, then tossed her ruler aside. "Everyone, stand back! I’m going to let him have a taste of our Zhang Martial Arts Hall’s Yin-Yang Hand!"
"The Yin-Yang Hand?" Jiang Xinghai mulled over the name, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Then let’s see what it’s all about!"
Zhang Rui’s lithe figure lunged forward like a gale, striking out with the Zhang Martial Arts Hall’s unique and famous technique, the Yin-Yang Hand.
Her speed was incredible. Her hands moved like dragons and snakes, their movements feigned and real, at times as hard and fierce as a thunderbolt, at others as soft and insidious as a cotton needle.
Jiang Xinghai’s expression remained unchanged. This was the moment he had been waiting for!