Chapter 130: A Flawless Leap-Frog Battle

At exactly twelve o’clock noon, Mo Chong arrived.

He seemed to view himself as the protagonist, dressed in a flamboyant, garish fighting robe. Gan Fu opened the car door for him, and after stepping out, Mo Chong walked straight toward the ring with a smug, arrogant grin, waving to the onlookers as if he were a celebrity.

"Hahaha! So many people showed up! Did you all come to watch my performance?"

Mo Chong had brought a massive entourage with him, consisting of disciples and followers from the Mo family. He carried himself with the quintessential air of a privileged second-generation heir, as if that were exactly how a young master of a martial arts family ought to act.

In contrast, Wan Quan looked utterly pathetic. He stood obediently behind Lu Ye like a lowly lackey.

Gan Fu trotted over, shouting eagerly, "Young Master Mo is here! You bastards, wait to die!"

However, his frantic running caused the freshly bandaged wound on his toe to tear open, and blood sprayed out like a tiny, grotesque water pistol. Combined with his naturally hideous face, he looked absolutely ridiculous.

"Old woman, look, that guy looks just like a dog!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Aren't dogs much cuter than him?"

Su Qianqian and Cai Yueyao couldn't help but giggle, treating the man like a clown performing for attention.

At that moment, Lu Ye suddenly pulled Wan Quan forward.

*Puff, puff, puff.*

Wan Quan felt a surge of internal energy, both firm and yielding, flowing from his dantian and circulating through his Governor and Conception vessels.

"Hiss... ah!"

Wan Quan couldn't help but take a deep breath, then groaned, "That feels amazing! I feel like my whole body is surging with power!"

Lu Ye chuckled, "I’ve temporarily unblocked your Governor and Conception vessels. It should last about half an hour. You’ll be able to exert 300% of your strength during this time; that should be more than enough to defeat Mo Chong."

Wan Quan nodded confidently, "Understood!"

Tan Songming and Tang Xin, the elderly couple, were already sitting on pins and needles. They had never imagined that Lu Ye would escalate the situation to this extent, involving young masters from two different martial arts families in a violent confrontation.

Mo Chong walked over and sneered, "Not bad, Tan Songming. You owe me money, yet you dare to bring reinforcements to challenge me? Hahaha, you couldn't find anyone better? You had to go and find the Wan family—the disgrace of the martial arts world—to stand up for you."

"Let me tell you, Tan Songming, your good days are over. Once I’m done with this piece of trash surnamed Wan, I’m coming for you next!"

Wan Quan’s mouth twitched, and he muttered, "Damn, he’s arrogant. He’s just a second-rate, bottom-tier heir, and his attitude is even more insufferable than Brother Lu’s."

Lu Ye nodded and laughed, "Then make sure you slap his face hard later."

"No problem, I’ll beat him until he’s begging for mercy!"

Since Cai Yueyao had set up the ring, she naturally acted as the moderator. With her status as the eldest daughter of the Cai family, no one dared to object.

She stepped out from the crowd and announced sternly, "Let me make the rules clear. This is a no-holds-barred match. There are no restrictions. It continues until one side loses the ability to move or admits defeat. You decide the terms of victory yourselves."

Mo Chong laughed wildly, "Fine! When I win, you’ll make Tan Songming pay me double the penalty fee: forty million!"

Wan Quan shouted coldly, "And if you lose, you pay double the payment for the goods to Uncle Tan: one hundred and twenty million!"

This was the condition Lu Ye had instructed him to set.

Mo Chong scoffed, "Just you, a piece of trash from the Wan family? If you can beat me, I’ll pay him ten times the amount!"

Ten times—that would be six hundred million!

"Enough talk, get in the ring!"

Mo Chong stretched his arms toward the sky, letting his cape flutter to the ground, then leaped onto the two-meter-high platform in one bound.

Wan Quan walked up the stairs, looking significantly less impressive. Even though Lu Ye had given him a temporary boost, Wan Quan wasn't yet used to this sudden surge of power. *I’ll just play it safe,* he thought. *It’s just getting on a stage. It doesn’t matter if I don’t look cool, as long as I don't embarrass myself. Let them say what they want.*

Su Qianqian couldn't help but ask, "Is that guy Wan Quan reliable?"

Lu Ye kept her in suspense, "Just keep watching, and you'll see."

The Mo family specialized in leg techniques, known as the "Great Vajra Legs." Despite Mo Chong’s arrogant behavior, he had achieved some success with these techniques; a full-power kick from him could snap a tree as thick as a man’s arm. Under normal circumstances, Wan Quan would have no chance of winning.

Mo Chong looked on with disdain, "Little trash, look at you—you can’t even stand steadily. You’re not even at the second tier, are you? I’m already a third-tier expert. It’s not too late to admit defeat, or one kick from me will have you vomiting blood on the spot!"

Wan Quan took a deep breath and roared, "Enough talk! Bring it on!"

Su Qianqian, listening from below, asked curiously, "What did he mean by second and third tier?"

Lu Ye explained, "That’s how martial arts families categorize strength. Wan Quan is at the lowest tier, the first."

Su Qianqian understood, then asked with a smile, "And what tier are you?"

Lu Ye smirked, "I’m not ranked." *I’m not part of a martial arts family, and I have no interest in their calculation systems.*

Just as he finished speaking, the fight began!

Mo Chong chose to strike first, rushing forward and unleashing a whip kick.

*Whoosh!*

The whistling force of the wind could be heard clearly by the spectators even from the ground.

Wan Quan didn't dodge. Knowing his reaction speed wasn't enough to evade such a fierce kick, he simply threw a punch to meet it head-on.

Mo Chong was delighted. *What a fool!* His Vajra Legs weren't just about technique; his legs were as hard as iron. If Wan Quan blocked with his fist, he’d likely shatter his entire arm.

*BANG!*

The collision produced a sickening thud, accompanied by the sound of something cracking.

Everyone wondered if Wan Quan’s arm had broken. But the result left them stunned: it was Mo Chong’s Vajra Leg that had twisted unnaturally, and he stumbled back several steps to regain his balance. Wan Quan, meanwhile, remained standing firmly, his fist held steady.

"Holy crap? That kid Wan’s Tiger-Form Fist is insane!"

"A first-tier Tiger-Form Fist actually overpowered a third-tier Vajra Leg in a direct clash!"

There were those in the crowd who understood the rankings, and they were left in awe. Even Wan Quan couldn't believe it! *Damn! Am I really this strong? I sent a third-tier expert flying with one punch?*

Mo Chong took a deep breath, telling himself he must have underestimated his opponent. Otherwise, a third-tier expert like him had no reason to lose to a first-tier rookie. *Let's go again!*

Mo Chong became more cautious, circling Wan Quan with "Butterfly Steps" to probe for an opening.

Wan Quan felt his confidence growing, his movements becoming fluid and seamless. He unleashed his Tiger-Form Fist, the power of which was miles beyond anything he had displayed before. As Wan Quan’s striking speed increased, Mo Chong was forced to switch to defense, gritting his teeth.

However, Wan Quan’s attacks were like endless, crashing waves. After barely holding off dozens of strikes, Mo Chong was a split second slower in his rhythm during a moment of breath.

His defense shattered!

*Pow, pow, pow...*

Fists the size of sandbags rained down on Mo Chong’s chest.

*Pfft!*

Mo Chong’s rhythm was completely disrupted. He staggered backward until his back hit the ropes, leaving him with nowhere to go, and he was subjected to a one-sided beating. He didn't even have a chance to surrender, let alone breathe. His arrogant face was soon bruised and swollen, all his previous bravado gone.

"Hah!"

With Wan Quan’s final strike, Mo Chong gasped, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground, clearly incapacitated.

Cai Yueyao immediately announced, "The winner is Wan Quan!"

Applause and cheers erupted from the crowd!

"Young Master Wan is mighty!"

"He fought two tiers above his rank and made the young master of the Mo family vomit blood! Incredible!"

Wan Quan grinned stupidly and looked back at Lu Ye, who gave him a thumbs-up. "Well done!"

*Hahaha, Young Master Lu actually complimented me!*

Wan Quan was beaming as he prepared to step down, but Lu Ye suddenly shouted, "Watch out! Someone’s ambushing you!"