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Chapter 69: I Won’t Bully the Younger Generation

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: I Won’t Bully the Younger Generation

The competition between Xiao Zheng and Yang Cheng was moved to an arena.

The arena was significantly larger than a regular fighting stage—probably to allow the competitors freedom without constraints.

"Evil God, you better pull your punches later!"

Before stepping onto the stage, Yang Cheng spoke teasingly, his voice dripping with disdain. If Zhu Chanji weren’t there, he probably would have cursed outright instead of just mocking.

Previously Xiao Zheng had been overly arrogant, claiming that he didn’t feel like killing anyone today, so Yang Cheng was lucky. Anyone would be infuriated by such words.

Yang Cheng’s sarcasm could hardly provoke a reaction from him; he didn’t even bother to roll his eyes. Perhaps it was because he had heard about Qingsi’s death; he was in low spirits, having no desire to conflict with anyone or to kill.

That’s why Xiao Zheng had ignored Yang Cheng’s earlier provocations.

Under the arrangements of Zhu Chanji, many of Futu’s members had gathered to watch, though most of these spectators were new recruits, with the more senior members out on missions.

"Someone wants to fight Yang Cheng? Has that young man gone mad?"

"Yeah, Yang Cheng is a tough guy who can match the leader in strength—does this guy have a death wish?"

"Who knows? Probably a newbie in our Futu trying to make a name for themselves."

"Making a name? Looks like he’s kicked the iron plate this time."

Although these people hadn’t been part of Futu for long, compared to those who had just joined, they were somewhat senior and knew very well how formidable Yang Cheng was.

Moreover, since they didn’t recognize Xiao Zheng, they thought this young man was courting death by daring to challenge Yang Cheng.

Finally, the competition began.

Yang Cheng flipped onto the stage with a beautifully executed move, earning a round of cheers from Futu’s members.

Indeed, Yang Cheng commanded great respect in Futu. Here, the pecking order was determined by sheer strength, which, though a bit extreme, was a general consensus.

"Come on up!"

Yang Cheng beckoned with his fingers, making a provocation-loaded gesture to Xiao Zheng.

Xiao Zheng’s lips twitched into a smile; then, he slowly ascended the stage, giving Zhu Chanji a meaningful smile as he passed, leaving him somewhat puzzled.

Unlike Yang Cheng’s flamboyant entrance, Xiao Zheng kept it simple and low-key, eliciting a wave of scorn from the audience.

The competition on the arena was formal, and Zhu Chanji had even appointed a referee, a middle-aged man in his forties.

"First, let’s lay down the rules: no hitting vital areas, and friendship first, competition second, understood?" the middle-aged man spoke indifferently.

Yang Cheng’s lips curved up, speaking playfully, "Don’t worry, I won’t hit where it hurts for the elderly; what if I end up accused of something?

"I know how to respect my elders and won’t bully the younger ones," Xiao Zheng replied calmly.

This retort was quite biting, causing Yang Cheng’s face to change color instantly. According to Xiao Zheng’s words, Yang Cheng was behaving like an unruly junior.

As they saluted each other, Yang Cheng whispered in Xiao Zheng’s ear, "I’ve heard the name Evil God many times, remember, today’s victor will be Yang Cheng!!"

Xiao Zheng chuckled. Although Yang Cheng was arrogant, he quite admired the confidence in him.

Confidence is good, but too much of it can turn into arrogance. There’s a saying, though—would they be young if they weren’t a bit spirited?

With the referee’s signal, the match officially began.

Aside from the prohibition on striking vital areas, there were no other rules in this competition.

With no limit on the number of hits, no rounds, and only ending if one side conceded or the referee deemed them unable to continue fighting, the battle could go on indefinitely.

"Brother Cheng, Keep it up!"

"Beat him!"

"Exactly, what’s so great about the Evil God? Beat him!"

Many of Yang Cheng’s friends began to cheer him on, and they were also aware of Xiao Zheng’s identity, but this was Futu, and even if the Evil God was renowned, they all still believed in Yang Cheng’s victory.

"Old man, are you ready? My attacks are very fast," Yang Cheng said with a smirk.

Xiao Zheng didn’t say anything; he just motioned for the opponent to come at him.

Seeing this, Yang Cheng’s expression faltered momentarily, and his feet moved instantly; even though he hadn’t moved much, he was suddenly right in front of Xiao Zheng.

"Oh? Not bad for speed," Xiao Zheng remarked, somewhat surprised. However, to him, Yang Cheng’s speed was just passable, nothing more.

Yang Cheng positioned his hands in a boxing stance, and a right hook went flying towards Xiao Zheng’s face. Xiao Zheng, appearing unresponsive, still stood his ground.

"The Evil God? He’s nothing special!"

Seeing that Xiao Zheng still hadn’t responded, Yang Cheng felt contemptuous. He thought the Evil God was just a name, perhaps with a bit of strength, but nowhere near as formidable as the rumors suggested.

Zhu Chanji, from below, was also watching intently. Seeing Xiao Zheng unmoving, he squinted his eyes. He was aware of Xiao Zheng’s strength, knowing that even if it hadn’t improved in six years, it wouldn’t be so poor as to not withstand a single punch from Yang Cheng.

Bai Mudan and Black Rose both smirked, already fantasizing about what would happen to Xiao Zheng after getting hit by that punch.

Yang Cheng’s best technique was his combination punches. If one landed, a flurry of subsequent punches would follow relentlessly until the opponent was beaten.

"What?"

At that moment, everyone present was shocked.

Yang Cheng threw a punch, only to find that his fist had hit nothing, as if he were punching air.

"How is that possible? I clearly hit him."

Everyone around had seen it; Yang Cheng’s punch indeed had passed through Xiao Zheng’s face, but why hadn’t it made contact?

"What’s going on here?"

"I didn’t see it clearly either; how did it not make contact?"

"He doesn’t seem to have moved at all!"

The spectators at Futu were completely baffled, none of them understanding what had happened.

"Impossible!"

Yang Cheng burst out angrily, then immediately swung his fists again, throwing a beautiful set of combination punches, but still not a single one hit Xiao Zheng.

This situation was eerie; Xiao Zheng just stood there, watching Yang Cheng with an amused expression, as if he were immaterial, impervious to any strikes.

Everyone was stunned, none of them knew what exactly was happening.

"This young man is no ordinary one!"

Only one person present had seen Xiao Zheng’s movements clearly, the middle-aged referee.

He hadn’t seen clearly how Xiao Zheng dodged the first punch but had roughly guessed what was happening. It wasn’t until Yang Cheng threw another set of combination punches, only to be dodged again, that the referee finally saw Xiao Zheng’s movements clearly.