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Chapter 458 - 299: One Move Makes You Known Worldwide_2

Chapter 458: Chapter 299: One Move Makes You Known Worldwide_2

"Dad, please don’t be rash." Sister Kong immediately became anxious.

Seeing that Li Lei was there warming up and regaining his strength, her father, though strong, simply couldn’t be his match.

"Who let you go there!"

Yan Weiwei helplessly rolled her eyes at them, then looked towards someone in the crowd.

Her expression first showed some hesitation and struggle, but finally, she bit her lip as if she had made up her mind...

"Xiao Meng, you go!"

"What?" Everyone was dumbfounded, their gazes collectively turning towards Meng Lang.

"Nonsense! Weiwei, do you know what you’re saying? He’s just an ordinary person, how could you let him go up there!" Yan Feng rebuked.

"Yeah, Weiwei, we shouldn’t just clutch at straws. By letting Brother Meng go up, aren’t you just sending him to his doom?" Hu Yifei also advised.

With Meng Lang’s slight frame, he would probably be gone in under three seconds without even putting up a fight...

Yan Weiwei, however, didn’t care about the others’ opinions and just kept her eyes fixed on Meng Lang.

"No more nonsense, just tell me if you’re going up or not!"

"So you’ve guessed it?" Meng Lang touched his nose.

"No kidding, I guessed it when I saw you sneakily taking the Life and Death Contract!"

"Uh..."

So, he had been seen...

Yan Weiwei eyed him sideways, muttering somewhat gloomily in her heart.

"Hmph! If it weren’t for the fact that you are somewhat conscientious, do you think I’d turn a blind eye to you teasing Haitang all along the way?"

"Okay," Meng Lang helplessly nodded.

Help to the end, send the Buddha to the west.

If they’d come this far and didn’t kick the last kick, losing their ace in the process, then their comrades’ efforts would have been in vain.

Moreover... he already knew a "perfect strategy" to win...

"What are you talking about?"

As Meng Lang actually nodded in agreement to this absurd suggestion, Yan Feng immediately frowned.

"Don’t make trouble here. Not to mention you’re just an ordinary person, even if you were capable, you’re not a disciple of our Twelve Road Spring Leg, you simply can’t represent us in combat!"

"Uh..." Yan Weiwei’s heart skipped a beat.

Right! She was so focused on finding her own "insurance" for winning that she neglected whether the "insurance" could actually work...

"Who says I’m not one of your people." Meng Lang, as if he had anticipated Yan Feng would say this, replied coolly.

"What did you say?"

"Actually... I am Master Yan’s last disciple."

Meng Lang gave Yan Weiwei a cue with his eyes, and she immediately reacted.

"Oh right! my... newly accepted disciple!"

"Nonsense, how do I not know that you’ve taken a disciple!" Yan Feng glared.

"I already said he’s the last disciple, naturally taken behind closed doors!" Yan Weiwei retorted with a glance.

Everyone: "..."

This explanation for the last disciple... Could it even be explained like this?!

"Have you been to the Yan family’s Ancestral Hall to pay respect with the tea ceremony? Have you taught him what is essential in practicing the Twelve Road Spring Leg? Do you think taking a disciple is as simple as two lips meeting?" Yan Feng glared at Yan Weiwei.

"Cough! Energy sinks to the dantian, focus on the Yongquan point, thus vital energy is born, hidden yet not exhausted, internal and external melt away, Yin and Yang generating power..."

Meng Lang coughed and recited a puzzling set of phrases.

The next moment...

Yan Feng was stunned.

Yan Weiwei was also stunned.

They turned their heads towards Meng Lang as if they had seen a ghost.

"How... how do you know the Yan family’s Twelve Road Spring Leg Summary?!" Yan Feng exclaimed in shock, pointing at Meng Lang.

Then his expression changed, and he turned his head towards the only possible "perpetrator"...

"Fine! Fine! You actually... you actually..." Yan Feng pointed at Yan Weiwei, his voice trembling with anger.

Once a girl is grown, she’s hard to keep! Once a girl is grown, she’s hard to keep!

"I..."

Yan Weiwei was also dumbfounded.

Who am I? Where am I?

Why does this guy know our family’s summary?

Our freshly minted master-disciple relationship, wasn’t it supposed to be in name only?

This just doesn’t make sense!

She didn’t explain, because she knew that at this point, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t clear her name.

But... why should I clear it?

"Right! It was me!" She retorted defiantly!

"Now do you believe that he is my last disciple? Enough talk, whoever, we request to continue the challenge!"

...

Half an hour later.

"I didn’t expect the Twelve Road Spring Leg to harbor such a master, truly impressive!"

Li Lei, while still stretching his somewhat stiff right wrist, kept his eyes fixed on the challenger in front of him.

"Cough! Too kind, too kind, Meng Lang at your service, please!"

Master Li looked at Meng Lang entering the stage, somewhat lost for words after knowing his identity.

Yan Weiwei’s disciple?

Was this beating the old man to bring out the young man? Are you not accepting defeat, trying to delay our climb?

"Lei Zi! Quick battle and quick decision!"

However, Li Lei on the stage was not as optimistic as his master.

Seeing Meng Lang in climbing gear, standing there without even adopting a stance, seemingly full of openings, he harbored no contempt whatsoever.

Just that one move of neutralizing force he displayed earlier was enough to make him give his all.

A maximum of half an hour’s rest was allowed between two challenges; after some massage from Master Li, his right hand had regained feeling, and he had recovered about sixty to seventy percent of his strength, but he still dared not be careless.

Carefully moving around Meng Lang, he kept a close watch on every part of his opponent, as if searching for weaknesses.