Liability Waiver

Chen Feng's forehead veins bulged violently as he glared at Han Ming with deadly intensity.

For some inexplicable reason, when Han Ming met that gaze, his body involuntarily trembled.

Chen Feng picked up Liu Weiwei and walked over to Jin Youxi to check his disciple's injuries.

Liu Weiwei had been knocked unconscious, suffering severe internal injuries.

Jin Youxi's forehead was badly scraped—it was unclear whether it would leave a scar.

Her right elbow had extensive abrasions, looking bloody and raw, but fortunately, it was only a superficial wound.

Ever since Jin Youxi had been accepted as his disciple, she had stayed by his side.

Though she often seemed mischievous and lazy, she was incredibly considerate and obedient.

Chen Feng had long regarded her as family.

Now, seeing Jin Youxi injured, he felt as if his heart were bleeding.

"Youxi! Your master will avenge you!"

Jin Youxi threw herself into Chen Feng's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Master, it hurts so much! Am I disfigured?"

The onlookers also began to feel that Han Ming had gone too far.

Whispers spread through the crowd.

"That guy went way overboard."

"Look at how badly that girl’s hurt—she might be scarred for life."

"That guy’s spineless. Two women got beaten up, and he didn’t even dare to make a sound."

"Didn’t you see how strong this guy is? His kicks were so fast they left afterimages."

...

Han Ming snapped out of his daze and adjusted his phone stand.

Ignoring the murmurs, he continued to provoke:

"You ruined my life. Today, I’m just collecting interest."

"Chen Feng, if you’re a real man, accept my challenge!"

"Stop hiding behind two women like a coward."

A challenge?

Chen Feng’s voice was icy.

"Originally, I was going to accept."

"But now, you’ve lost that chance."

Han Ming scoffed.

"Cut the act!"

"If you’re scared, just admit it. Who are you trying to fool?"

"Everyone, look—this guy’s nothing but a spineless weakling."

His words instantly flooded the livestream with comments.

"First, you wanted to beat him up, now you’re backing out?"

"He’s just a martial disciple—no way he’d dare fight a high-level martial artist like you."

"His two female disciples got wrecked, and he still won’t do anything?"

"If it were me, I wouldn’t hold back! Even if I couldn’t win, I’d still charge in."

...

Just then—

Chen Feng’s furious voice cut through the noise.

"You really want to fight me that badly?"

"If you’ve got the guts, let’s sign a life-and-death contract!"

A life-and-death contract!

His declaration immediately stirred the crowd.

"This is a fight to the death!"

"This kid’s way too reckless."

"He should just report this to the Martial Arts Guild. No need to go this far."

"Young man, think carefully about this."

...

To everyone present, Chen Feng seemed far too young.

Han Ming, on the other hand, dressed youthfully and fashionably, but those with sharp eyes could tell—

He was at least in his thirties, just well-maintained.

Hearing Chen Feng propose a life-and-death contract, Han Ming froze on the spot, unsure how to proceed.

In the crowd, his assigned livestream assistant quietly approached him.

"Han Ming, what are you hesitating for?"

"Tens of thousands of viewers are watching!"

"Accept now, or your reputation’s ruined."

Han Ming hesitated.

"But it’s a life-and-death contract. Someone could die."

The assistant rolled his eyes.

"Are you serious right now?"

"You’re a high-level martial artist! He’s just a disciple!"

"If anyone dies, it’ll be him."

"What are you scared of?"

Han Ming had nothing left to say.

That makes a lot of sense.

But why does my heart feel so uneasy?

His mind involuntarily flashed back to the scene of Sha Heming facing off against Chen Feng that day.

Back then, everyone had been certain Chen Feng would lose.

Yet in the end, Sha Heming was completely crippled.

"Han Ming! What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and accept!"

"Can’t you see the live chat is going crazy?"

Han Ming glanced at his phone screen.

The barrage was flooded with mockery.

"Damn! Talked all that trash earlier, but now you’re chickening out."

"Spent all that time calling him a coward, but now that he’s stepping up, you’re the one backing down."

"Confirmed: this streamer ain’t a real man."

"Look at you, all scared now. Weren’t you acting tough before?"

...

Dammit!

Han Ming cursed under his breath.

His pride was taking a hit.

He forced a relaxed smile at Chen Feng.

"Chen Feng, since you’re asking for death, I’ll oblige."

Before leaving, Chen Feng tossed out one last line.

"Nine a.m., two days from now. Jiangcheng Stadium."

With that, he carried Liu Weiwei in his arms and led Jin Youxi toward the clinic inside the residential area.

Watching Chen Feng walk away,

Han Ming, trying to save face after the awkward moment, shouted after him:

"Whoever doesn’t show up in two days is a damn coward."

Then, turning back to his live audience, he declared:

"Me? A high-level martial artist? Scared of some rookie disciple? Please."

"I was just trying to go easy on him earlier."

"He’s still young—didn’t want to see him throw his life away."

"But since he’s begging for it, I’ll put him down for good in two days."

Thanks to Han Ming’s livestream, news of the life-or-death duel spread like wildfire.

Some thrill-seekers even traveled to Jiangcheng just to witness the showdown firsthand.

"A deathmatch? Way more intense than any official tournament."

"A man’s rage, blood spilled within five steps."

"One-Kick Wonder’s master is way too reckless. Doesn’t know his own limits."

"He’s avenging his disciple—why y’all hating?"

"Some nobody disciple, acting tougher than actual martial artists."

"No way he pulls another upset. This time it’s a legit high-level opponent."

...

Xiang Jingpeng scrolled through his phone, smirking at the news of Chen Feng signing the death contract with Han Ming.

"Absolutely delusional!"

"No way he’s jumping two whole tiers."

He’d rewatched Chen Feng’s fight against Sha Heming multiple times.

Xiang Jingpeng was certain:

Chen Feng had given everything he had in that battle.

No chance he could defeat Han Ming, who stood even higher.

The gap in physical energy was just too vast.

Xiang Jingpeng recalled Chen Feng’s energy levels barely scraping 100 points three months ago.

Even if Chen Feng was a genius,

At most, he’d have gained maybe 10 points since then.

Meanwhile, Han Ming’s energy exceeded 600.

A sixfold difference.

No way Chen Feng could turn this around.

Elsewhere, Xiao Ruohan’s mother habitually browsed her phone while ranting about Chen Feng.

Soon, she too saw the news of the deathmatch.

"Ruohan, look!"

"That Chen guy actually signed a death contract with your old instructor!"

"Total suicide. Instructor Han’s a high-level martial artist—nothing like that trash Sha Heming."

Xiao Ruohan pulled out her phone.

After catching up on the details,

She never expected Chen Feng would go this far.

If we really sign that life-or-death contract the day after tomorrow, defeat is practically guaranteed.

But if I try to back out now, the whole internet will laugh at me.

"I can't wait to see how you handle this when the time comes."