The argument between the two immediately drew the attention of others.
At that moment, a young man standing beside Xiao Ruohan stepped forward, glaring at Liu Weiwei and demanding,
"Liu Weiwei, your legs are paralyzed. Do you really still plan to compete?"
This young man was ranked eleventh in the Jiangcheng City Martial Apprentice Tournament and was also a student of the War God Dojo.
Originally, since Liu Weiwei couldn’t participate, he would have taken her spot according to the tournament rules.
But if Liu Weiwei insisted on competing, his opportunity would be gone.
The chance to compete at the provincial level was something he didn’t want to give up.
Even if he couldn’t win the championship, at least he could make an appearance.
Maybe he could even rank in the top thirty or top twenty in the province.
At the same time, a mentor leading the War God Dojo team also looked at Liu Weiwei and said,
"Liu Weiwei, is this your way of getting back at the War God Dojo for expelling you? Are you trying to stop our students from competing?"
"I’m warning you—maliciously sabotaging the tournament will result in consequences from the Martial Arts Association."
When Liu Weiwei saw Xiao Ruohan, the memories of that match resurfaced in her mind.
Her voice turned icy as she replied,
"I’m no longer part of the War God Dojo. My affairs are none of your concern."
"Xiao Ruohan, I should thank you."
"If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have met such a great master like Chen Feng."
Jin Youxi, standing nearby, also smirked at Xiao Ruohan and added,
"Now I’m the senior disciple of the Chosen Dojo."
"And I’ll take good care of my junior sister."
Xiao Ruohan glanced at Liu Weiwei, then at Chen Feng.
Based on the recent online rumors about Chen Feng’s exploits,
she knew that Chen Feng had also paid for Liu Weiwei’s treatment.
She just didn’t understand why Liu Weiwei had suddenly left the hospital.
She never expected Chen Feng to take Liu Weiwei as his disciple.
"Could it be that Chen Feng is doing this to get back at me?"
"Is that why he took my rival as his student?"
For some reason, Xiao Ruohan felt another surge of jealousy toward Liu Weiwei.
She stared coldly at Liu Weiwei and said,
"If you really do compete, I hope you don’t get matched against me."
"This time, I won’t hold back either."
Liu Weiwei met her gaze unflinchingly.
"Neither will I."
Xiao Ruohan scoffed.
"A defeated opponent, still overestimating yourself."
With that, she walked away to join another line.
Xiao Ruohan's mother quickly followed her daughter, but not without throwing out a final taunt.
"That Chen Feng is ridiculous, taking in a cripple as his disciple."
"Even dreaming of competing at the provincial level—how shameless."
After the mother and daughter left, the remaining members of the War God Dojo also spat out harsh words.
"Trash that the War God Dojo discarded—still acting ungrateful."
"We’ll report them to the Martial Arts Association right now."
Chen Feng wasn’t afraid of their threats.
At worst, he could just have Liu Weiwei stand up and demonstrate her abilities, proving she was qualified to compete.
After all, based on his training over the past few months,
Chen Feng compared Liu Weiwei’s current state to Xiao Ruohan’s back then.
He felt that Liu Weiwei was now on par with her.
She should have no problem making it into the top ten of the provincial tournament.
Before long, Chen Feng’s phone rang.
Unsurprisingly, it was a call from the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association.
The caller was none other than Yang Honghui.
"Hello, this is Yang Honghui from the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association. May I speak with Mr. Chen Feng?"
Chen Feng replied, "Speaking."
"We’ve received a report claiming that your disciple, Liu Weiwei, is forcibly occupying a provincial tournament spot out of revenge against the War God Dojo."
Chen Feng responded calmly, "President Yang, don’t worry. Liu Weiwei’s legs have fully recovered. She’s perfectly capable of competing."
Yang Honghui was stunned.
As the branch president of the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association,
he had conducted thorough investigations into exceptional talents like Chen Feng.
He was well aware of how Liu Weiwei’s legs had been crippled by Chen Feng’s first disciple, Xiao Ruohan.
They had even reviewed Liu Weiwei’s medical records.
Her legs had suffered multiple comminuted fractures.
Her meridians were severed.
And since Liu Weiwei practiced the War God Dojo’s Wind God Leg technique—a martial art entirely reliant on leg strength—
her martial arts career had been considered completely over.
Yet now, Chen Feng was confidently claiming that Liu Weiwei’s legs had healed and that she could even compete in the provincial tournament?
It sounded absurd.
Three months.
Not only would it be a miracle if her shattered legs had healed, but even if they had, could she really use the Wind God Leg technique again?
But for some reason, Yang Honghui found himself inexplicably believing Chen Feng’s words.
"Very well, Mr. Chen. I’ll personally review the tournament’s medical examination records."
"If her physical data doesn’t meet the standards, I’ll have no choice but to disqualify her."
"After all, this affects Jiangcheng’s ranking in the provincial martial arts scene."
Chen Feng replied, "No problem."
Soon after, Chen Feng finished the registration process and took Liu Weiwei for her pre-tournament medical exam.
"Ridiculous tournament—charging 2,000 yuan just for a pre-competition checkup."
"Youxi, don’t worry—I’ll pay you back later."
Chen Feng had no choice but to swallow his pride and ask his disciple to cover the cost for now.
Jin Youxi giggled.
"No need. My money is yours."
Liu Weiwei interjected,
"If anyone should pay it back, it’s me. This fee should’ve been my responsibility."
Truthfully, she envied the warm, pure, and deeply caring relationship between Jin Youxi and Chen Feng.
The medical results came out quickly.
When Liu Weiwei saw the report, her eyes widened in shock.
Under the "Qi and Blood Value" section, it read: 187—Qualified.
During her last city-level tournament exam, her value had only been 163.
In just three months, it had increased by 24 points—an astonishing rate.
She had assumed that after her severe leg injury, even if she recovered, her qi and blood might have weakened.
Yet not only had it not dropped—it had surged.
At the same time, at the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association headquarters,
Yang Honghui received the pre-tournament medical report from the provincial examination team.
The moment he saw Liu Weiwei’s physical condition, he shot up from his seat in disbelief.
"Not only are her legs completely healed, but her qi and blood value has increased by 24 points?"
"How is this possible?"
Previous records had stated that Liu Weiwei’s legs were permanently paralyzed, beyond treatment.
Yet not only had she recovered—her cultivation had skyrocketed.
"Chen Feng!"
"This must be connected to him."
Yang Honghui’s interest in Chen Feng grew even stronger.
He decided then and there to personally travel to the provincial capital to witness Liu Weiwei’s performance.
He had a feeling that Liu Weiwei might have also learned Chen Feng’s martial arts techniques.
"Those two Heaven-tier palm techniques—I wonder which one she’s mastered."
"I hope it’s the one related to the Great Buddha."
As for the technique rumored to be called Dragon-Subduing Palm, Yang Honghui had studied it extensively.
The moves themselves weren’t the problem—it was the internal cultivation method accompanying them that was nearly impossible to master.
He even suspected that the online version might be fake.
At his current progress rate, mastering the Dragon-Subduing Palm would take him a hundred years.
Still, there was indeed one genius online who had reportedly succeeded in learning it.
But even that person’s progress paled in comparison to Xiao Ruohan’s.
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