Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 465 - 460 I Don’t Know Shit

Chapter 465: Chapter 460 I Don’t Know Shit

"The match is over, both of you step down," Fang Yizheng walked leisurely towards the ring, stroking his chin which sported a few strands of white beard.

"What the hell? The match just started, and you’re telling them to stop? What the heck does that old geezer want?"

"Yeah! The old bastard must be sick or something, usually he doesn’t care even if someone gets killed or crippled, pretending he’s seen nothing. And now, just because Long Tianya of Dragon Team shows up, he suddenly tells them to stop fighting?"

At this moment, the experts participating in the selection competition below the ring were all pointing fingers and expressing dissatisfaction with Fang Yizheng, but nobody dared to speak out. They either cursed him silently or whispered angrily, cursing the shamelessness of the old man Fang Yizheng.

"Son of a bitch! I was looking forward to seeing this young guy versus the king of the Dragon Team, Long Tianya. Really ****** disappointing!"

Someone below cursed under their breath.

However, Fang Yizheng on the ring didn’t seem to mind; he closed his eyes, a sly look on his face, his smooth old skin gleaming like a child’s, with a playful smile on his face.

If it wasn’t for Long Zaitian who had informed him in advance to lend a hand to Lin Zifeng at the crucial moment, this unscrupulous old man would have indeed been eager to see whether this young man, who had even caught Long Zaitian’s attention, could match up to Long Tianya of the Dragon Team in battle!

Unfortunately, right after the old man suddenly called a halt, the boos and curses were endless below. Fang Yizheng, whose skin was relatively thick to begin with, simply didn’t care about these things.

From start to finish, the old guy loved to keep his eyes closed, and he bore a strong resemblance to Guan Gong on TV. Guan Gong was known for slaying people as soon as he opened his eyes, so it wouldn’t be surprising if this nefarious old man wasn’t far behind Lord Guan Gong in demeanor.

Long Tianya didn’t speak. Since Fang Yizheng ordered a halt, he didn’t continue.

After all, he was sent by the Dragon Team’s elder dream faction to test Lin Zifeng and didn’t need to let a moment of temper turn into murderous intent.

"Now, Ghost Hand, ranked eighth on the Mountain and River List, has been slain by this young man. Is there anyone else who wants to challenge him?"

Fang Yizheng squinted his eyes and swept a smiling gaze over everyone below the ring.

But aside from the cursing, no one responded to him.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge him?"

Fang Yizheng asked aloud again.

There was still no movement below, with every face looking quite spectacular.

Who would dare to provoke him when he dares to challenge even Long Tianya, the king of the Dragon Team?

"Oh?! No other challenges? Then, does this title of the eighth strongest on the Mountain and River List now belong to this little one?" Fang Yizheng stroked his chin, his brows raised in an almost-mocking smile as he spoke from the ring.

"Really, no more challenges?" Fang Yizheng asked once more to confirm.

"..."

Lin Zifeng on the ring also found the old man’s antics absurd, but the king of the Dragon Team, Long Tianya, was indeed impressive!

His arms still felt numb, and the clothes on his arms were torn to shreds.

This freak obviously had the ability to hurt someone with Fist Generating Vital Energy!

It was quite terrifying to think about the martial arts mastered to such an extent that he could injure someone with Vital Energy. How much Inner Strength would that require?

Even Lin Zifeng doubted he could generate Vital Energy with his fists as of now.

"Since there are no more challenges now, would this little guy like to continue and challenge the top seven experts of the Mountain and River List?" After scanning the crowd below, Fang Yizheng turned his gaze back to Lin Zifeng, asking with a smile.

"No, I’m too tired today. I’m afraid I don’t have the strength to continue challenging the top seven experts of the Mountain and River List. I’ll wait until I’ve grown stronger," Lin Zifeng responded with a bow, indicating he wouldn’t continue the challenge.

This response was exactly what Fang Yizheng wanted. After all, all the experts on the Mountain and River List were controlled by the CIA, and hurting any of them wouldn’t be good for the CIA.

As for the Ghost Hand, Long Zaitian wouldn’t bother with such trash.

"Alright, since there are no more challenges to this kid today on the Mountain and River List, I hereby declare that from this moment, he is the new top eight stronghold of the new generation on the Mountain and River List!"

As expected, right after Fang Yizheng had finished speaking, the masters under the ring showed their disdain by raising their middle fingers, expressing their dissatisfaction.

Long Tianya saw that his mission was completed and had already vanished from the ring without anyone noticing.

At that moment, backstage of the ring, Long Zaitian and the helmsman of Dragon Team were walking shoulder to shoulder towards the ring with a smile on their faces.

Upon seeing Long Zaitian arrive, the referee Fang Yizheng promptly gave up his spot, decisively standing aside without a word.

Long Zaitian’s smile was just like that of a kind old man.

After getting on stage, he immediately grabbed Lin Zifeng, who was about to leave, radiating a face full of warm affection.

"Kid, from today, you are the new number eight among the younger generation on the Mountain and River List, and you are also the youngest member on the list." While speaking, he didn’t forget to throw a couple of meaningful looks at Lin Zifeng, signaling for him to make some sort of acceptance speech.

Lin Zifeng could only look at him, a mixture of amusement and helplessness in his gaze, merely nodded, and didn’t say much.

"Let me introduce you, this is Elder Meng of Dragon Team. I think you must know the secrets of the Dragon Team of China, right?" Long Zaitian whispered conspiratorially into Lin Zifeng’s ear.

But Lin Zifeng looked at this awe-inspiring old man beside Long Zaitian with a face full of astonishment and surprise.

Thin lips, sword-like eyebrows, wise eyes, not tall in stature, but radiating an extremely overwhelming presence. Just standing in front of Lin Zifeng, his frail and petite body seemed to emit a profound and unfathomable charm.

Even Lin Zifeng could clearly feel that the elder’s seemingly worn body hid strength similar to Long Zaitian’s!

God knows to what level this old man’s strength had reached, but compared to his own mentor, the old man from Dark Prison, he was indeed quite a bit inferior. They weren’t even comparably at the same level.

"Oh—so it’s the legendary Dragon Team of China!"

Lin Zifeng opened his mouth, an expression of both praise and shock on his face, yet inside he was thinking: Damn, I don’t know anything! At most, I only knew of the existence of the CIA in Huaxia. I never heard of this Dragon Team of China when I lived abroad. Besides, Lin Zifeng from five years ago was indeed no big deal in Heavenly Gate.

"You should quickly cozy up to Elder Meng; who knows, he might see that you’re a sensible kid and give you an opportunity," Long Zaitian patted his shoulder, urging him.

Uh...

Lin Zifeng was stunned, feeling a great pain shooting through his arms, giving his face a somewhat pale appearance.

"Are your hands okay?"

Before Lin Zifeng could respond, this legendary figure of Dragon Team kindly and genially asked about Lin Zifeng’s bleeding arm.

"Thank you for your concern, Elder Meng, it’s nothing serious," Lin Zifeng replied, his smile almost skin-deep.

"That’s good to hear. I’m in Yanjing; if anything comes up, you can come to me at any time."

"Definitely, definitely," Lin Zifeng nodded in agreement.

"Can I leave the stage now?" Lin Zifeng shifted his gaze towards Long Zaitian, who was still smiling.

"Hold on for a moment; I need a favor from you," Long Zaitian said, squinting his eyes until they were almost like slits.

"What favor?" Lin Zifeng asked, stunned. Judging by his tone, it seemed certain to be nothing good.

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