As the provincial-level competition entered its final stage, the excitement grew stronger by the day.
Especially for Liu Weiwei, who was initially only popular within the province.
After all, most people paid more attention to the local prodigies in their own provinces.
But as Liu Weiwei kept crushing her opponents one after another, she gradually became famous nationwide.
Netizens jokingly dubbed her the "One-Kick Superman."
Adding to the buzz, someone deliberately captured a candid video from a unique angle showing Chen Feng helping Liu Weiwei massage her leg.
The video instantly shot to the top of trending searches.
"One kick can't finish it? Then let's go for a second!"
"Until now, no one has forced the young lady to throw a third kick."
"I don't know why, but I'm so envious of her master!"
"I'm even envious of that wheelchair!"
"Hey, can we stop speeding up the conversation?"
...
Jin Youxi had been feeling quite envious of Liu Weiwei these days.
She fantasized about competing on stage in the future, enjoying the meticulous care of her master.
Every match Liu Weiwei fought recently, Jin Youxi recorded it on her phone.
She then posted the videos on her Douyin account to capture these wonderful moments.
Gradually, more and more netizens realized that Liu Weiwei was truly Chen Feng’s disciple.
Combined with the hype around the "One-Kick Superman," Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei filmed several videos together.
Their fan count quickly surpassed the million mark.
At this moment, Chen Feng was closely watching the arena.
Now was the crucial moment to decide the rankings of his disciples.
The current match was between Xiao Ruohan and Kane from the Divine Fist Martial Arts School.
Chen Feng hoped that Xiao Ruohan could wear Kane down a bit.
At the same time, he wanted to gauge his own disciple’s chances of winning.
"Weiwei, watch carefully," Chen Feng said.
"Xiao Ruohan is probably no match for Kane."
"Look at your chances against Kane. How likely are you to win?"
"If the odds are too low, then we won’t fight. It’s not worth risking an injury."
"With your strength, you’re definitely in the top ten. It’s best to protect your body and prepare for the national competition in three months."
Liu Weiwei nodded, focusing intently on the match.
She not only wanted to measure the gap between herself and Kane,
but also to assess whether Xiao Ruohan was a worthy opponent.
Liu Weiwei was already prepared to concede if she was matched against Kane.
After all, she currently only had the strength of two kicks.
She had a feeling that her two kicks wouldn’t be enough to defeat Kane.
It was better to conserve her strength and face Xiao Ruohan in her best form.
On the arena,
Xiao Ruohan nervously faced Kane.
Her body was wrapped in bandages in multiple places.
Though hidden beneath her clothes, the strong scent of medicinal herbs lingered.
The smell came from various blood-activating and bruise-dissolving medicated wines.
The grueling battles in recent days had left her utterly exhausted.
Even her most important palms were slightly swollen.
Facing Kane now, she knew she had almost no chance of winning.
The smartest move was to conserve her strength for upcoming matches against others.
But for Xiao Ruohan, admitting defeat was hard to swallow.
Especially knowing that the three disciples from the Celestial Choice Martial Arts School were watching the match.
She couldn’t bear to lose face or be mocked by anyone, especially those three from Celestial Choice.
Kane was much easier to deal with compared to his previous opponent.
Having watched so many matches,
among all the competitors, he only feared Liu Weiwei.
He didn’t take anyone else seriously at all.
Not even Xiao Ruohan, who also held a twenty-match winning streak, was an exception.
“Let the match begin!”
At the referee’s command, Kane planted his feet firmly and clasped his hands together.
The technique of the Mighty Vajra Fist surged wildly through his body.
His muscles rippled violently, as if they were about to burst at any moment.
Kane habitually launched the first attack, aiming to crush his opponent as quickly as possible.
He hated prolonged battles.
They were too messy and damaged his image.
“Mighty Vajra Fist!”
With a fierce shout, a heavy punch smashed toward Xiao Ruohan’s face.
A gigantic golden fist illusion whipped up powerful gusts of wind.
The wind came before the fist.
Xiao Ruohan immediately activated her own technique.
A golden dragon illusion coiled around her body.
She dared not go head-to-head, but Kane’s assault was fierce and rapid.
She could only barely dodge the blow, narrowly avoiding the strike.
“Hidden Dragon, Do Not Use!”
She executed a palm strike combined with an evasive move, barely blocking the attack.
At the same time, Xiao Ruohan immediately countered with a move called “Regret of the Arrogant Dragon.”
Kane had just shattered one golden dragon illusion,
when another golden dragon illusion suddenly surged from the side.
He was involuntarily startled in his heart:
“This woman is fast.”
He hurriedly retracted his fist to defend, blocking the attack.
Normally, he wouldn’t be in such a mess.
But his right fist had been injured by Liu Weiwei’s kick and hadn’t healed.
He dared not exchange blows with his right hand.
Fortunately, his physical defense was extremely strong, so Xiao Ruohan’s attacks were easily absorbed.
Yet Kane knew it would be difficult to quickly defeat his opponent.
Seeing her attacks being effortlessly withstood, Xiao Ruohan’s heart sank.
She knew she was no match.
If she couldn’t break through his defense, how could she win?
But unwilling to accept defeat, she gritted her teeth and kept fighting.
Back and forth, dozens of rounds passed.
Xiao Ruohan gradually began to lose strength.
Kane was also sweating profusely.
Chen Feng, watching from the sidelines, was secretly impressed.
He hadn’t expected Xiao Ruohan to hold out this long.
She had applied the first seventeen moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms exceptionally well,
showing subtle signs of reaching the fifth level of martial arts mastery.
Though Kane was stronger, facing the flexible and varied Seventeen Palms, he couldn’t claim victory so easily.
However, since both were only at the Martial Disciple level,
they couldn’t sustain such intense combat for long.
Chen Feng said to Liu Weiwei,
“Weiwei, when you face Kane later, just surrender immediately.”
“Even if you manage to injure him with your kicks, you won’t be able to defeat him.”
Liu Weiwei nodded without any resistance to the idea of surrender.
Because her real target wasn’t Kane, but Xiao Ruohan.
Soon, Xiao Ruohan was blasted off the ring by a punch from Kane.
Kane cursed inwardly,
“It’s all that damn Liu Weiwei’s fault. If my right fist hadn’t been injured, I would have taken her down long ago.”
At the last moment, Xiao Ruohan barely protected herself from injury.
Now defeated, she felt an indescribable emotion welling up inside.
Since the competition began, from the city-level contests up until now, this was the first time she had ever lost.
At this moment, she didn’t dare to look at anyone.
Especially not toward Chen Feng’s side—she didn’t even dare to turn her head that way.
Right now, Xiao Ruohan just wanted to be alone.
Find a quiet place and tell herself that losing was a normal part of the process.
But at this moment, a noisy voice rang in her ears.
“Ruohan, how could you lose?”
“Ah, no way! That means ten thousand less in prize money!”
“That black gorilla is really ruthless, no respect for the girls at all.”
Xiao’s mother looked heartbroken.
She had dreamed of her daughter winning the championship and taking home the million-dollar prize.
But now that she had lost this round, first place was definitely out of reach.
“Mom! Can you please let me have some peace?”
Xiao’s mother snapped angrily:
“Peace? What peace? First place is gone!”
“You have to hold on to second place.”
“Second place still gets ninety thousand.”
“You absolutely cannot lose again.”
Xiao Ruohan’s face darkened. She could only get up and head toward the restroom.

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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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