The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 28: Battles in the Club

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yimu sat in a car, drove around to the back parking lot, and then entered a room resembling a dressing room through the back door of the club.

A group of people were gathered in the room, men and women all dressed in smart work uniforms. When they came in, some went to greet them, while others tidied their clothes and cosmetics.

Monk Yimu was surrounded by Jiang Suoshen and others, sitting to one side. He was smeared with black paint, changed into a monk's robe, and a pretty female steward politely inquired about various matters.

Zhou Fengchen was a bit confused. He thought they were going to start a fight as soon as they arrived. What was going on? He pushed aside the makeup artists who surrounded him and shouted angrily, "What the hell are you doing?"

Jiang Suoshen sneered, "Since it's a martial arts competition, it should naturally be conducted openly and fairly in front of a large audience. We'll need to tidy up our attire, right?"

"Screw you!" Zhou Fengchen was furious. "A duel should be a secret affair, somewhere secluded, a one-hit kill. Can you call it a duel in public? It's more like a monkey show!"

The people in the room looked at each other, feeling extremely awkward.

Zhou Fengchen suddenly realized something and said, "You guys... you're not trying to make money by selling tickets, are you?"

"Ahem, of course not!" Jiang Suoshen said in a serious tone, "Martial arts competitions need spectators to be exciting. Losing is shameful, and winning is the center of attention."

"I won't do it!" Zhou Fengchen turned and walked out, calling out to Monk Yimu as he went, "Bald monk, come out here, let's have a fight, and then this matter will be over."

"What did you call me?" Yi Mu was furious. He slammed his fist on the table, and the monk's robe he had just changed into fell down again.

Zhou Fengchen deliberately provoked him, saying, "If I said you were a bald monk, beating someone like you would be no different than beating a child. Don't think I'm afraid of you just because I slammed the table!"

"Damn it!" Monk Yimu couldn't take it anymore, his anger flaring, and he clenched his fists, ready to charge forward.

Jiang Suoshen and his staff quickly stopped him. The pretty female manager said to Zhou Fengchen, "Sir, now that you're here, wouldn't it be very impolite to leave?"

"Elegance? What's that worth?" Zhou Fengchen frowned, turned around and left, not intending to play with them anymore.

The female manager thought for a moment, then quickly took a few steps to stop him, pulling a wad of cash from her purse: "Whether you win or lose, please take this!"

"Uh..." Zhou Fengchen looked at the banknotes, then examined their thickness, his heart pounding. "How much is this...?"

"Ten thousand!"

……

At this time, on the third floor of the club, spectators entered one after another, a large, dark mass of people, no less than a thousand.

There was a ring by the window in the hall, where the host was adjusting the microphone, while staff below were maintaining order and setting up props.

In a corner of the audience, five or six girls were drinking and whispering among themselves, including Chen Siya and Qi Qi.

"We came here to work out, but we ended up in a fight. How cruel is that?" a girl complained.

Qi Qi chuckled and said, "It's better to be lucky than early. Anyway, we're just killing time. I think it's quite fun. You'll like it after watching it once."

"Sister-in-law, you've changed." Chen Siya said seriously, "You used to dislike watching people fight!"

"Xiaoya! You're talking nonsense again." Qi Qi's face flushed red, and she reached out to pinch Chen Siya.

Several girls nearby found it strange and asked, "Xiaoya, is Qi Qi your sister-in-law? What's the basis for that claim?"

Chen Siya chuckled and moved to the other side, saying, "It's a long story, but in short, I have an older brother, and Qi Qi's first kiss was given to him."

"Hey!" several girls exclaimed in unison, "Qi Qi's in love!"

"Don't listen to Xiaoya's nonsense!" Qi Qi's face turned even redder, and she glared at Chen Siya. "Seriously, has your brother found that country bumpkin yet?"

Chen Siya's face fell, and she pouted, saying, "No! I don't know where he went. Donghai City is so big, and there are so many people. My dad came back from Suzhou and was so anxious. My mom has cried several times. If he leaves this city, I'm afraid I'll never find him again."

Qi Qi said, "Call the police!"

Chen Siya shook her head: "We reported it, but... it was raining that day, he was soaked, and his hair was a mess. We still don't know what he looks like or what his name is. How are we going to find him?"

"Huh?" The curiosity of the girls next to her was piqued, and they asked in a chaotic manner what was going on. Chen Siya could only give the explanation she knew.

At this moment, the host's voice came from the arena: "Good afternoon, everyone! Welcome to the Freedom Club. Today's match features Master Yimu, a high-ranking monk from the Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy, on one side, and a mysterious young master on the other. His school and lineage are unknown, but he once defeated Jiang Suoshen, a free fighter from the North..."

Chen Siya frowned and said, "It's that Jiang Suoshen again, he's so annoying!"

Qi Qi also said, "Is this person crazy? The internet says he goes around challenging people and fighting all the time."

"We've heard about it too," a few girls nearby said. "His big beard looks pretty scary."

Chen Siya pouted and said, "Luckily it wasn't him this time, otherwise I wouldn't have watched it."

The host continued, "...It's said that Master Yimu is also Jiang Suoshen's senior martial uncle. Can we call this a revenge battle? Hehe, please welcome Master Yimu!"

Suddenly, loud music filled the hall, and a group of people walked out from the small door on the right. In the middle, Monk Yimu was wearing a brand new monk's robe. His skin was grayish and his physique was strong. He was surrounded by people, rubbing his hands together, full of fighting spirit.

Chen Siya immediately spotted Jiang Suoshen beside him and said angrily, "Jiang Suoshen is really here! I'm not watching anymore."

"No!" Qi Qi grabbed her. "Let's look at the other person. If they're this ugly too, we won't look at them."

"Fine!" Chen Siya stomped her foot, looking unwilling.

"Next up, please welcome our mysterious expert, Mr. Zhou!" The host's voice was deliberately mysterious and high-pitched.

The hall was completely silent. The nearly one thousand audience members were all very curious and turned to look at the small door on the left.

First, a leg stepped out of the small door, clad in leather pants, long and straight, then... the leg retracted, and the other leg was used instead, then the other leg was used again...

"Mr. Zhou, that's enough!" The host looked embarrassed.

"Okay, okay!"

A clear, somewhat timid voice came from inside the small door, and then a lone figure emerged, dressed in a leather jacket, leather pants, and leather boots, standing ramrod straight with a flushed face.

"Wow! That's so cool!"

"So cool!"

Without comparison, there is no harm. Monk Yimu is over thirty years old, looks a bit silly, and gives people a very rude feeling. On the other hand, Zhou Fengchen has been practicing Taoist profound skills for many years, with fair and clean skin, a well-proportioned figure, and most importantly, he is very young. The two are simply incomparable. The girls in the audience were inexplicably excited by the music and shouted loudly.

"He...he...he..." Chen Siya's eyes widened instantly.

Qi Qi's mouth was agape as she pointed, "Isn't he your brother? He's fighting with someone here!?"

"I need to notify my family." Chen Siya was extremely excited and quickly took out her phone.

"Wait a minute!" Qi Qi said, "It's too noisy here, we can't explain clearly, and he can't escape. Let's go see him directly after we're done fighting."

"Okay!" Chen Siya nodded and rushed forward: "Brother! Go for it!"

Qi Qi and the other girls pushed their way forward, shouting, "Go! Go!"

"Hehe, you're really too enthusiastic." Zhou Fengchen said softly as he walked, his head down.

He had never experienced anything like this before. When he first stepped onto the stage, he felt nervous and didn't know which leg to step with. However, after walking a short distance into the ring, he found that the audience welcomed him very much, which gave him a sense of enjoyment. He found that he was starting to like this feeling.

So he straightened his chest, raised his head, and looked at Monk Yimu and the others.