Chapter 2022

At this time, Fang Jinglun was in high spirits.

When he saw Master Qi, the number one master in Jiangdong City, being defeated by his mid-level disciples, he felt that it was a foregone conclusion.

Because next, he only needs to send a disciple who is slightly stronger than Yu Maocai just now to win the bet.

The pressure was on the Zhong family, but Zhong Chunqiu was not as panicked as when Master Qi faced Yu Maocai before. Instead, he calmed down.

After all, the person who will represent the Zhong family next is Master Chu Yangchu.

Chu Yang easily defeated the Seventh Master at the beginning, so Chu Yang will definitely be able to fight in one, or even two fights against Shangfang Jinglun's disciples.

"Mr. Zhong, tell me, is it necessary for us to continue competing?" Fang Jinglun asked Zhong Chunqiu quite proudly.

Naturally, Zhong Chunqiu had a bad look on his face. He suppressed his anger and pretended to be relaxed and said to Fang Jinglun, "Why is it unnecessary? There were three competitions in total, and we only lost one!"

Fang Jinglun added: "The Seventh Master you sent earlier is the number one master in your local martial arts world, and our Yu Maocai here can only be ranked at the top among the disciples I brought today. Six, now I only need to send someone who is slightly stronger than Yu Maocai, do you still have a chance to win? I'm afraid there will be no one in your Jiangdong City!"

Zhong Chunqiu said with a serious face: "Who said there is no one in our Jiangdong City? I will send Master Chu to fight!"

Fang Jinglun frowned slightly and said, "Master Chu? Which Master Chu?"

Zhong Chunqiu's eyes moved to Chu Yang, and then he said to Fang Jinglun: "This is Master Chu. Next, he will conduct the second and third matches!"

When Fang Jinglun saw Chu Yang, he couldn't help but want to laugh, and when he heard that Chu Yang was going to compete in the second and third games in a row, he couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha, hahaha, Mr. Zhong, are you really good at joking? Your so-called Master Chu is this young man in front of you? You actually want him to play two games in a row. Don't forget, we are winning two out of three games. Our Yu Maocai has already won the first round. Now we only need my people to win the next round, and you will have no chance to play the third round." Fang Jinglun asked with a smile.

"Why, can't you? Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth, and those who have achieved great things in ancient and modern times have not already made a name for themselves at a young age and stood out among their contemporaries. Who are you looking down on!" Zhong Chunqiu shot back coldly.

Fang Jinglun added: "I'm not looking down on anyone. I admit that since ancient times heroes have emerged from youth, but he is only in his early twenties. How dare he call himself a master? Mr. Zhong, are you here to make a joke? Even if there is no one in Jiangdong City, There’s no need for you to let others make up for it.”

Zhong Chunqiu said displeasedly: "Don't look down on people. It's a mule or a horse out for a walk. Nothing you say now can represent the final result!"

Fang Jinglun said confidently: "It doesn't matter, since you insist on fighting, then come on. Don't say that I didn't give you face. I will invite Master Chu next."

Immediately afterwards, Fang Jinglun faced Chu Yang and said: "Master Chu, please go out to fight, but you don't have to take it too seriously, just go through the process. I will instruct the disciples under me not to hurt you. Let’s just wait until the end of our lives.”

Chu Yang stood up and said to Fang Jinglun: "I have seen many people who opened champagne at halftime and ended up looking disgraced."

Fang Jinglun couldn't listen, and responded with great disdain: "Don't worry about it. With the huge disparity in strength, it is impossible for this kind of thing to happen."