The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 265: Ferocious or Not

Chapter 265: Chapter 265: Ferocious or Not

Chu Feng cleared his throat twice, crossed his legs and lit a cigarette, saying, "Asking like that kind of sounds like cheating, doesn’t it?"

"Cut the crap, are you helping me or not?"

Lin Yingying gave him a disdainful look. This wasn’t an exam; where was the cheating in this?

Chu Feng looked troubled and said, "Fine, considering the connection between the three of us, I’ll help you out! From ancient times, marriage has always been a matter of two families, and parents’ opinions weigh heavily. Brother Long doesn’t have parents, just a grandfather, so you could try to win his grandfather’s favor! As long as the old man is happy with you, you’re halfway there!"

"That’s brilliant!"

Lin Yingying’s eyes sparkled as she listened. She had indeed not misjudged this guy.

She had been so preoccupied with Long Fei recently that she had forgotten about his grandfather.

She and Long Fei had been betrothed since childhood; the old man had no reason not to like her.

Once this matter was settled, she would have to go and see the old man.

When the time came, she would bring a box of aged Maotai and sweeten her words a bit, the old man would definitely like her.

With that said, she suddenly felt much more relieved.

Love is selfish. Although she did feel sorry for Wang Xiaoya, there was only one man; she couldn’t just give her half of him.

You have to fight for what ought to be fought for!

She and Chu Feng watched over Long Fei in the room. By midnight, Long Fei still hadn’t woken up.

Chu Feng glanced at his watch and furrowed his brows, saying, "This is bad. If he doesn’t wake up soon, we’ll waste this opportunity."

Lin Yingying asked him, "Do we have to take action here?"

Chu Feng replied, "Not necessarily, but it’s less troublesome to deal with the aftermath if we do it here."

At that moment, Long Fei suddenly reached out and grabbed Chu Feng, eyes still closed, and asked him, "Brother Chu, help me get down!"

"Huh?"

Both Chu Feng and Lin Yingying were startled.

He asked, "Can you even fight in your condition?"

"Don’t worry!"

Long Fei sat up with his head drooping, eyes closed, like he hadn’t fully awoken.

Lin Yingying said worriedly, "How about we just forget it and find another chance later?"

Long Fei shook his head. "I’m really fine, just help me over there."

Chu Feng said helplessly, frowning, "Fine, let’s just go. If it really doesn’t work out, I’ll help you from the shadows!"

He picked up Long Fei and went downstairs with Lin Yingying, who had a worried expression on her face.

Long Fei’s weight was now around 180 pounds.

Without using inner strength, Chu Feng really couldn’t carry him on his back.

With his eyes still closed, he sighed and said, "I was careless just now, won some money, and almost worked myself to death!"

In his bet with Hu Qi earlier, at the last moment, he had forced himself to use his mind to change the outcome of a dice roll.

Using mental power for X-ray vision and using it to manipulate things are two entirely different matters.

Now he could only replenish his spiritual power through sleep; even using his mind to change a single dice roll consumed a vast amount of spiritual power.

Even though he had rested for half the day, his spiritual power was still far from replenished.

But he was just toughing it out and could still fight a round.

The second level of the cabin was already full of people.

Every night, this place turned into a haven for men and women to engage in wild revelry.

Whether man or woman, there’s a violent streak in everyone, it’s just a matter of how much shows on the surface.

It was like the ancient Roman colosseums, flinging a slave into the midst and watching them fight to the death for entertainment.

The boxing matches here were just like that; when the fists flew and blood splattered, the violent aesthetic was enough to set anyone’s blood ablaze.

After Chu Feng took Long Fei downstairs, the fight had already begun.

Last time, a Baji Fist disciple, Lei Zhen, had his leg ruined by Markus, and when he went back, the Ancient Martial World was abuzz.

Although there are constant disputes within our group, when faced with invaders from other places, the Ancient Martial World Association is still very united.

This time, whether it’s disciples sent by the Baji Fist sect, they all want to avenge Lei Zhen.

Eight Trigrams Fist, Form and Intention Fist, Tai Chi, Baji Fist, and Shaolin Luohan Fist.

Almost all the well-known martial arts schools in Binhai City sent people over.

From these sects, we can see how difficult it is to enter the martial arts world of Binhai City, which basically has no southern fist styles.

In the past, when fist masters spread from the north to the south and had just rooted themselves in Binhai City, they were quickly ostracized by the local martial arts community.

As the defending champion and a specially-appointed boxing teacher here, Markus naturally had to accept the challenges one by one.

The first to challenge him was Yang Lei from the Tai Chi sect. He assumed a stance and claimed he would "respond to endless changes with constancy" and "gain the upper hand by striking later."

He talked a good game before stepping onto the stage, but once Markus lifted his foot and delivered a fierce punch...

He quickly assumed a defensive stance.

With a bang, Markus’s immense strength burst forth, and a single punch sent him flying off the stage.

Rolling on the ground, his face covered in blood, he screamed, "Why didn’t you follow the sequence, at least give me some face!"

The surrounding audience laughed heartily at his absurdity, thinking the man must have trained himself silly.

Chu Feng, with Long Fei on his back, found a place to sit down.

As soon as they came in, Lin Jiahui and his group spotted them.

Long Fei lay listlessly on his seat, closing his eyes as if he had passed out.

Wuu Yaodong immediately laughed, "Is this kid so tired from overexerting himself earlier that he has run out of energy?"

Grinding his teeth, Tan Yaozong eyed Lin Yingying with a gleam in his eyes, "Exactly, with such a pretty woman president. If she were given to me, I would do nothing all day but exhaust all my energy on her."

Yang Hao swallowed the saliva in his mouth, thinking that although Lin Yingying was attractive, she wasn’t as good-looking as Lin Shanshan.

At his age, he preferred them younger.

On the stage, after the Tai Chi practitioner was defeated, it was soon the turn for a practitioner of Form and Intention Fist to step up.

Chu Feng shook his head from below, thinking that these boxing gyms were all a bunch of clowns.

Against such a large opponent, you should at least send a few heavyweight fighters!

This challenger actually considered himself a master of Ancient Martial Arts.

Frail and a head shorter than Markus.

He gesticulated wildly on the stage, and his posture looked flashy at a glance.

Markus shook his head and said disdainfully, "You’d better get lost early, or you’re going to die miserably later!"

The challenger cursed loudly, "Foreign devil, what are you so arrogant about!"

With a punch, he executed the White Crane Spreads Wings from Form and Intention Fist.

Markus did not dodge or evade, countering with a punch of his own.

With a bang, the two fists collided.

There was a crack, and the challenger’s arm bones were shattered by Markus’s punch.

White bone spikes pierced through the flesh, and blood spurted out, causing him to faint from pain.

Gasps of shock arose from the crowd, with the faint-hearted closing their eyes.

The onsite medical staff immediately carried the challenger away, and the cleaning crew came up to wipe the blood off the stage.

Lin Yingying swallowed, already worried, and now even more so.

This foreigner was excessively fierce.

Chu Feng held the same view, if he were to go up and rely solely on the methods of Ancient Martial Arts, he might only be able to fight to a draw against this foreigner.

The people from the various boxing gyms below were all stunned; they were initially eager to step onto the stage and teach the foreign devil a lesson.

Now, they all shut their mouths, too scared to make a sound.

Markus stood on the stage, shaking his arm and looking down at the Ancient Martial Sects with contempt, "Trash, do you even deserve to challenge me? Where are your Huang Feihong and your Huo Yuanjia? Could it be that Huaxia people only know how to fight foreigners on TV?"