Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1172 - 592: If I Move a Step, I Lose

Chapter 1172: Chapter 592: If I Move a Step, I Lose

At the entrance to the cattle farm, Yan Fei stopped his motorcycle and without a second thought, rejected Uncle Chen’s unreliable suggestion.

Are you kidding, asking him to go compete in sanda? Not to mention the youth division, even if he joined the young adult, middle-aged, or senior division... uh, probably the last two didn’t even exist. Anyway, no matter which division, it was all the same to him; it was just about bullying people...

After all, he was a big boss; how could he stoop to do such things!

If there were a monster division, he might consider giving that a try, but forget about the rest!

It was better to go with the flow and comply with what others had arranged for him. What’s wrong with performing a routine? There was no hassle in it. Sanda was risky—what if he got beaten up?

The martial arts competition organized by Wan City was targeted at a fixed group, so it wasn’t promoted much. It wasn’t until two days later that Yan Fei received the official notification to prepare for the second-level Warrior assessment.

Because of this notification, Yan Fei was quite annoyed—it was sent directly to the school. When the school’s physical education teacher received it, he thought there had been a mistake. Yan Fei’s registration hadn’t gone through him, and the only sports he was in charge of were basketball and table tennis; he wasn’t even aware that someone from the school had signed up for the second-level Warrior assessment.

And in Sancha River Town, nobody had ever registered for it. In fact, very few people were even aware of this extra point opportunity for the college entrance examination.

So, before notifying Yan Fei, the physical education teacher casually mentioned it to other teachers. As one can imagine, news about Boss Yan spread quickly through the small town, not only becoming common knowledge in the entire school but also extending beyond to the rest of the population.

Yan Fei hadn’t told anyone except Xu Xiaoyan over the phone that he was participating in the Warrior assessment—he felt it was a bit embarrassing. In Sancha River Town, everyone knew about Yan Fei’s formidable martial prowess. Registering for this assessment seemed a bit strange to him.

As a result, until he went for the assessment, he felt there was a hidden message in everyone’s smile, whether it was from people at his farm or teachers and classmates at school.

On the day of the exam, as he was about to leave for it in his Mercedes Benz S600, Heizi sidled up like a lackey and asked, "Brother Fei, do you want me to come with you for the exam?"

Yan Fei was in a good mood at that moment. He had been worried that his assessment might coincide with the schedule of those coming to inspect the cattle, but now he was relieved that he could first get the certificate and then go back to wait for the cattle inspectors at his leisure.

However, seeing Heizi’s expression, his mood soured once again, and he dismissed him irritably with a sentence, "Go away, mind your own business!"

Wancheng City’s sports academy was a technical secondary school that, in those years, didn’t favor large-scale construction projects, so no dedicated sports stadium was built. Therefore, this school also undertook the responsibility of hosting various sports events of all sizes for the city. Although the school didn’t have many students, it was quite spacious.

On the day of the assessment, the school’s own sports events were nearly finished, and only the award ceremony was left. However, this had nothing to do with Yan Fei, who was just there to get a certificate and add twenty points to his college entrance exam score.

When Yan Fei arrived, after verifying his identity, he was directly taken to a simple hall to wait.

Calling it simple was an understatement; it barely resembled a formal assessment venue. Beside the door, there was a podium with a few tables, and around the three walls, some stools were arranged. In the center was a modest, cordoned training ring — calling it a ring was generous, as it was merely an area with mats on the floor, not raised above the surrounding level. Around the ring were some punching bags and wooden dummies, and a few small mats were scattered on the ground; that was all.

There were only about a dozen people specifically there for the second-level Warrior assessment. Students from martial arts schools and those who had trained in martial arts institutes could get the certificate directly by achieving certain ranks in official competitions.

The dozen or so candidates included a few who had brought weapons. Upon entering, they consciously found stools to sit on. At first, everyone was tense while waiting, but as time went on, they were all young people and gradually started to chat.

The guy next to Yan Fei was not small in stature, looking almost like an adult. In a low voice, he said to Yan Fei, "I’m Sun Sihai from Ximu County. I practice Ground Lying Fist. What kind of fist do you practice? Is it a family style too?"

Since the guy initiated the conversation, Yan Fei felt obliged to reply, saying, "I practice the Six Harmonies; I’ve been training at home since I was a child."

Sun Sihai seemed to be the sociable type, holding back for a while before blurting out endlessly, "Seeing someone as big as me practicing Ground Lying Fist, you must feel like laughing, right? Go ahead and laugh! Actually, my dad is not very tall; it’s just that he got lucky with my mom—that’s why I ended up this tall..."

Yan Fei was at a loss for words. If your dad found out you’re talking about him like this, are you sure he wouldn’t ’ground lying’ punch you?

After a while, seeing that Yan Fei remained silent, Sun Sihai tried to make conversation again, "Do you know what kind of fist I really want to learn?"

"No idea," said Yan Fei, shaking his head before venturing a guess, "Cannon Fist?"

Given how tall and strong the guy was, it did seem suitable for him to practice the expansive and powerful moves of the Cannon Fist.

Sun Sihai shook his head, "That’s not it. Guess again. I’ll give you a hint. Think of a famous person with the surname Sun who was really good at fighting."