Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 368 - 370: Outstanding Youth

Chapter 368: Chapter 370: Outstanding Youth

Chapter 370: The Exceptional Youth

The battle not only made the black-robed elder wary of Lin Zifeng but also gained Lin Zifeng’s respect for Long Zaitian, who, behind his ever-smiling, kind-looking exterior, apparently harbored such a formidable expert!

...

When the black-robed elder reappeared in the hotel’s private room, Long Zaitian had been awaiting the results, not leaving prematurely.

Seeing the black-robed elder’s scattered gaze and his overall spirit extremely weakened, as if he might collapse at any moment, Long Zaitian couldn’t help but be moved again.

"How did it go?" Long Zaitian still kept his composure, but his heart was extremely shocked. He had been following them for decades, and nobody understood his personal strength better than Long Zaitian himself.

However, the current dispirited appearance of the black-robed elder was clearly the result of encountering a formidable opponent, causing Long Zaitian to frown even more deeply.

"Unfathomable!"

The black-robed elder clutched his chest, his voice somewhat depressed. His internal organs were in complete disarray, and his vital energy was also extremely low.

The recent battle in the suburbs had indeed resulted in light yet significant injuries for the black-robed elder, causing an old ailment from his youth to flare up.

"You lost?!" Long Zaitian stared at the black-robed elder with piercing eyes, somewhat in disbelief.

"I won," the black-robed elder replied indifferently. However, from his complexion, it was clear the victory was somewhat inglorious.

"You should go rest," Long Zaitian didn’t ask further; knowing the answer was enough for him to guess the outcome.

"Yes," the black-robed elder bowed his head silently and dragged his weary body step by step toward the back of the room.

Long Zaitian closed his eyes tightly, sitting quietly alone at the table with a cup of dark red wine in his hand. He kept his eyes closed to conserve energy.

It was only a while later that Long Zaitian’s piercing eyes slowly opened.

Although Long Zaitian’s face had been frosty just a moment ago, now his youthful, resolute face oddly revealed a slight sneer—

Soon after, Long Zaitian’s grandson, Long Yunfei, knocked and entered. Seeing his elderly yet spirited grandfather, Long Yunfei sometimes couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

Seeing his grandfather squinting his eyes, happily drinking red wine, Long Yunfei grew curious.

Moving closer, he asked, "Grandpa, did you just send Wender to test the Death God?"

"Oh! You know about that too?" Long Zaitian, who was enjoying a steak, twitched his mustache twice, his eyes widening in surprise.

"You really sent Wender to test him?!" Long Yunfei felt like dying.

Having eagerly awaited the return of the Death God, who had approached him on his own, he had intended to repay a past favor. However, unbeknown to him how his grandfather came to know of this, after much persuasion, he had agreed to let the Death God see him, and now his grandfather had sent someone to test him! Wasn’t this clearly making things difficult for him?

How would the Death God feel now? Being inherently an official person himself, and now with his grandfather intervening as well, wasn’t this intentionally causing a rift in his relationship with the Death God?

"Hehe, I was just curious, just wanted to see if the Death God you keep talking about in my ear is as exaggerated as you claim. Uh, don’t look at me like that," observing the strange look in his grandson Long Yunfei’s eyes, Long Zaitian’s face turned a shade of red.

"So, did Wender find anything out?" Actually, Long Yunfei was also very curious what Lin Zifeng had been up to in his two years of disappearance, and his sudden return puzzled Long Yunfei just as much.

"Unfathomable!" Long Zaitian shook his head with a solemn look, his face also showing a sense of helplessness.

"So, did Wender win?" Long Yunfei took a sharp breath after hearing his grandfather’s brief description; being described in such a tone by his grandfather was enough to indicate how terrifying the opponent was!

It must be known that the Martial Arts Alliance was filled with masters, and those whom his grandfather called unfathomable were probably rare to find across the entire Zhonghai City.

"I won," Long Zaitian said indifferently.

"He won!?"

Long Yunfei exclaimed in shock.

"Yes." Long Zaitian nodded.

"Then—then he wasn’t injured, was he?" Long Yunfei now didn’t know what to ask next. On one side was Wen Bo, who had been with his grandfather for many years and could call the wind and summon the rain in the entirety of Zhonghai City, and on the other was Death God, who had dominated the whole of Southeast Asia two years earlier. As the two clashed, who was stronger or weaker, he couldn’t even begin to imagine.

"Although Wen Bo won, he also sustained quite serious injuries," Long Zaitian’s expression grew increasingly solemn.

The rise of Lin Zifeng’s strength was not a good thing for them; it was rather a threat on another level.

If they, the Martial Arts Alliance, didn’t seize the opportunity to eliminate him at this time, by the time this fierce tiger truly grew up, it would be difficult to get rid of him even if they wanted to.

"Wen Bo got injured?! What about Death God?" Long Yunfei was repeatedly shocked by the words his grandfather tossed out.

"I don’t know about that," Long Zaitian sipped some red wine, his eyes gleaming, seemingly deep in thought.

...

When the dawn’s early light shone into the room the next day, this fellow was up early, starting to practice One Finger Zen in his room. His entire body was completely inverted, supported on just one finger, practicing again and again, especially that particular One Finger Zen between his legs. If Nangong Bing saw it, who knows what kind of misunderstanding she might have.

His goal for himself today was five hundred. However, just as he had practiced a little over a hundred, the room’s door was continuously knocked several times.

Early in the morning, instead of sleeping, running around and playing door-slamming games irritated Lin Zifeng.

"Who is it!" Lin Zifeng yelled in annoyance.

"Open the door!" Nangong Bing shouted from outside.

Damn! Had this woman’s hormones gone out of whack again recently?

Lin Zifeng walked out grumpily to open the door, just about to scold Nangong Bing.

But he found Nangong Bing initially cold, then shocked. Finally, her whole face turned red, and there was no more after that...

"Ah! You pervert!"

Nangong Bing suddenly widened her beautiful eyes somewhat at a loss and shouted, quickly covering her eyes, not allowing her gaze to directly meet someone’s, some part.

Pervert? Where is there a pervert? Let me go beat him up!

Lin Zifeng, filled with righteous indignation, was about to roll up his sleeves.

But this unashamed fellow took two steps forward, seriously asked, "Where is the pervert! Let me help you beat him up!"

"You—you—pervert!" Nangong Bing stomped her foot again, covering her eyes and pointing to a certain part of Lin Zifeng, indignantly said.

Following the direction Nangong Bing was pointing, this guy looked down and immediately his old face turned somewhat embarrassed.

However, he quickly reacted, leaning his arm on the door frame, and said with a sly grin, "Uh, that. It’s just morning wood. Every man has a little bit of that in the morning. Heh heh."

Lin Zifeng didn’t think what he was doing was perverted; it was simply his formidable asset, much like those women with big Chests who attract men’s attention by wearing low-cut tops.

If he got seen, then he was the one at a disadvantage, after all. You can’t say you’re at a loss just because you glanced at a beautiful woman’s charms, can you? Speaking of equality between men and women these days, don’t men have rights too?