The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 105 The Ultimate Dream of the Martial Artist_1

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 The Ultimate Dream of the Martial Artist_1

"’No rivals under the Great Achievement of Internal Strength?’"

Ning Fan was not clear about how powerful the Great Achievement of Internal Strength actually was, but just hearing the term made it seem quite awesome.

As if to cover up his own embarrassment, Liao Zhenting continued, "The Great Achievement of Internal Strength is already a one-in-a-hundred rarity among martial artists, but above that is the Peak of Internal Strength, which is truly the pinnacle of the internal strength martial artist pyramid! Martial artists at the Peak of Internal Strength can be said to be the strongest beneath grandmasters..."

"Grandmasters? What’s that?" Ning Fan asked curiously.

"Ah, grandmasters... they are the ultimate dream of every martial artist!"

Liao Zhenting sighed, then said, "You’re not martial artists, so I’m not sure how to explain to laypeople like you how formidable grandmasters are, but there is a saying that might give you a glimpse of their might."

"What saying?" asked Ning Fan.

"Grandmasters are like divine dragons!" Liao Zhenting said proudly.

"Grandmasters like divine dragons? I’d really like to see that," Ning Fan said, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Heh, Brother Ning, if you wish to see a grandmaster, I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed. Didn’t I just say? Grandmasters are like divine dragons, elusive and hardly seen. How could they be so easily encountered?" Liao Zhenting said with a smile.

"Oh? So there won’t be any grandmasters coming to this Ghost Festival Boxing Meeting?" Ning Fan said.

Liao Zhenting shook his head placidly, "This Ghost Festival Boxing Meeting is indeed a big event for the underworld of River City, but to invite a grandmaster? Heh, how could that be possible? If someone in River City could invite a grandmaster expert, they would have unified the city’s underground world long ago!"

"Oh?"

This made Ning Fan even more curious; he thought to himself, are the grandmasters among martial artists really that powerful?

The car quickly left the urban area of River City, drove on the highway for a long time, followed by the provincial road for over an hour, and finally arrived at a small town.

This town was a film and television studio, with a variety of domestic and foreign buildings from different eras constructed within. Usually, many film crews shot their dramas here.

There were also many tourists who treated this place as a sightseeing spot, strolling around in twos and threes.

The venue for the Ghost Festival Boxing Meeting was held in the very center of this film and television studio, at a place modeled after an ancient Roman coliseum.

With some time before the official start of the Ghost Festival Boxing Meeting, having learned the location of the ’Coliseum,’ Ning Fan let Baldy Qiang and Liao Zhenting go ahead while he strolled around the film studio himself.

Passing through a section of ancient palace architecture, he immediately arrived at a war-era city wall, and then what appeared before his eyes were the exotic pyramids... the Sphinx...

At some popular tourist spots, there was a bustling scene with throngs of visitors.

Ning Fan had just wandered around for a while when he saw two familiar faces.

Xu Qingfeng and an old man.

"Ning Fan? How come you’re here?" Xu Qingfeng immediately frowned.

"Why can’t I be here?" Ning Fan replied indifferently.

"You’re here just to visit the film studio, aren’t you?" Xu Qingfeng asked again.

Ning Fan said, "No, I heard there was going to be a Ghost Festival Boxing Meeting today, so I came to check it out."

"Just you wanting to join the fray at the Ghost Festival Boxing Meeting? Ning Fan, you must have forgotten the wretched scene of you almost being beaten off the rooftop by the old man that day," Xu Qingfeng sneered.

"If there’s a chance, I’d actually like to have another spar with the old man."

Ning Fan smiled faintly, looking towards the old man beside Xu Qingfeng.

"The young master has important matters today; if you want to spar, wait until after today’s Ghost Festival Boxing Meeting," the old man said coldly.

Although he had almost sent Ning Fan flying off the rooftop three days ago, he had also suffered considerable internal injuries.

Ever since then, he had been suspecting that Ning Fan possessed some kind of sinister internal strength. After much pondering, he had come up with several ways to deal with Ning Fan.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he was about to participate in the Ghost Festival Boxing Meeting, he would have really liked to teach Ning Fan another lesson, to let the kid understand that in the martial path, cultivating such sinister internal strength was ultimately an evil and crooked way!

"Ning Fan, I’m glad that you heeded my advice three days ago and stayed away from Miss Xu, Yourong; three days later, I want to give you another piece of advice: stay away from the Ghost Festival Boxing Meeting; it’s not something you should meddle in."

Xu Qingfeng looked down on Ning Fan from his high horse.

"Eh? Who told you I was going to stay away from Miss Xu?"

Ning Fan was taken aback and then realized. Could it be that Xu Qingfeng thought he was scared and had chosen to stay away from Xu Yourong because he had been in seclusion for three days?

"You’re still talking tough? Heh, suit yourself. If you don’t heed the advice and insist on meddling, it’s your life at stake. If you die here, I’ll take care of your remains. Although it’s a pity—if Miss Xu, Yourong knows about it, she will likely shed a couple of tears for you," Xu Qingfeng said with a sneer, then left with the old man.

Before leaving, the old man gave Ning Fan a deep look.

He had a feeling that Ning Fan today seemed significantly different from that of three days earlier.

Ning Fan didn’t pay much mind to Xu Qingfeng and the old man; he continued wandering around the film studio.

"Brother-in-law!"

Not long after wandering, a pleasant female voice suddenly called out from behind Ning Fan.