Upon hearing Jin Youxi's words and seeing her proud expression, Liu Weiwei was momentarily stunned.
She had always assumed that Chen Feng helped her solely for his disciple's competition eligibility.
Recalling her previous attitude toward Chen Feng and the words she had spoken, a pang of guilt rose in her heart.
Meanwhile, after Xiao Ruohan finished speaking, her parents took the microphone.
Her mother wasted no time getting to the main issue.
"That scoundrel Chen Feng not only deceived my daughter but also took all the prize money from the city-level championship for himself."
"He’s utterly despicable. We hope the Martial Arts Association will uphold justice and recover the prize money for us."
"Wahh…"
After speaking, she even burst into tears on the spot.
Even Chen Feng, standing below the stage, almost believed it.
Xiao Ruohan’s father chimed in,
"Such a person must be punished to restore fairness to our society."
Once they were done, a senior disciple from the War God Martial Arts Hall stepped forward to take the microphone.
Chen Feng was puzzled—why did everyone feel the need to say a few words and take a jab at him?
Who was this person?
Dressed in a War God Martial Arts Hall uniform, he clearly wasn’t a staff member of the Martial Arts Association.
The young man took the microphone with a refined smile.
"Hello, everyone! I’m Sha Heming from the War God Martial Arts Hall, and I’m also this year’s city-level martial arts champion in the Warrior division."
As soon as he spoke, the crowd erupted in murmurs.
"The Warrior division champion holds much more prestige than the Apprentice division."
"An Apprentice division champion might not necessarily win again after advancing to Warrior."
"I heard participants in the Warrior division must be under 25 years old."
"This young man has an incredibly bright future ahead."
"As expected of the War God Martial Arts Hall—they win city-level championships in every division almost every year."
...
Sha Heming was pleased with the crowd’s reaction.
He basked in the admiration and praise.
"Xiao Ruohan is my junior sister, and I’m deeply saddened by what she’s been through."
"Fortunately, she escaped that monster’s clutches in time and joined the War God Martial Arts Hall. Her future achievements will surely be even greater."
"At the same time, on behalf of the War God Martial Arts Hall, I strongly condemn the fraudulent actions of the Chosen Martial Arts Hall."
...
Yang Honghui watched as everyone who needed to speak had done so, and even the extras had played their parts.
But Chen Feng still hadn’t shown up. He couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
If Chen Feng didn’t come today, this livestream would be a complete failure.
He personally dialed Chen Feng’s number and said anxiously,
"Chen Feng, where the hell are you?"
"Let me make this clear—if you dare skip this today, I’ll have no choice but to send someone to arrest you."
Chen Feng replied dryly,
"I’m right here in the crowd."
"The square is packed solid—I can’t even squeeze through."
Yang Honghui scanned the area.
Sure enough, the entire square was jam-packed.
"Why are there so many people here?"
"It’s Monday—don’t they have jobs?"
After a moment’s thought, he said into the phone,
"Go around to the back entrance of the Martial Arts Association building. I’ll send someone to bring you in."
Once arrangements were made, he picked up the microphone again, stalling with some formalities.
But with no sign of Chen Feng, viewers in the livestream grew impatient.
"All this talk, but where’s Chen Feng?"
"Exactly! If he’s not even here, why are you all barking like dogs?"
"We’ve been watching forever—where’s the accountability?"
"Maybe Chen Feng has connections, and the branch head can’t touch him."
...
Seeing the barrage of comments, even the Martial Arts Association’s headquarters president couldn’t stay seated.
He immediately called the branch office.
The vice president answered, his head throbbing when he saw the caller ID.
"What the hell are you all doing? Where’s Chen Feng?"
The moment the call connected, a furious voice roared through.
The vice president hurriedly explained,
"Chen Feng got stuck in traffic—he’ll be here any minute!"
Just as the vice president was placating his superior, Chen Feng finally entered through the back door of the association building and emerged from the front.
The moment Chen Feng appeared,
every camera instantly focused on him.
Yang Honghui quietly let out a sigh of relief.
He had genuinely worried Chen Feng might not show up.
If it were him in that position, fear might have kept him away.
Chen Feng strode onto the stage without a trace of stage fright.
Now, as he looked at Xiao Ruohan, the disciple he had painstakingly nurtured, all he felt was deep disgust—nothing else remained.
Catching Chen Feng’s gaze, Xiao Ruohan’s heart skipped a beat.
Memories of the past two years flashed through her mind.
The master who had doted on her so tenderly now looked at her with nothing but contempt.
A hollow feeling settled in her chest.
But she quickly shook it off.
"He’s just a worthless loser—not worth my emotions."
Chen Feng walked straight to the center of the stage.
Yang Honghui, following procedure, handed him the microphone.
"Do you have anything to say?"
Chen Feng took the microphone, swept his eyes over the crowd, and smirked dismissively.
"Just a bunch of clowns."
"Hurry up and test my qualifications already."
"I’m busy—unlike you lot with nothing better to do."
The entire venue fell silent.
Yang Honghui hadn’t expected Chen Feng to be so confident.
Before he could respond, Xiao Ruohan’s mother shrieked,
"You good-for-nothing, who do you think you are?"
"Give my daughter’s prize money back!"
She lunged at Chen Feng, trying to grab him.
Xiao Ruohan frowned.
Her mother’s behavior was embarrassing her.
But with so many cameras rolling, she couldn’t exactly reprimand her own mother.
Chen Feng despised loudmouthed women like this—lying through their teeth yet acting self-righteous.
As Xiao Ruohan’s mother reached for him,
Chen Feng clasped his hands together and unleashed the first move of the Buddha’s Palm—
Radiance of the Buddha!
A colossal Buddha phantom materialized, enveloping him.
Ethereal chants echoed across the venue.
Xiao Ruohan’s mother, an ordinary woman, was sent flying the moment she got close—
hurled nearly eight meters back.
And this was without Chen Feng tapping into the Harmony of Heaven and Man state.
Had he done so, the backlash would have killed her instantly.
The crowd stood frozen in shock.
No one had expected Chen Feng to act so decisively.
Xiao Ruohan snapped out of it and yelled,
"How dare you hit my mother!"
Chen Feng snorted.
"Everyone saw it—I didn’t move an inch."
"She attacked me first. This was self-defense."
Xiao Ruohan rushed to help her mother up but suddenly realized something crucial.
"Chen Feng just used a martial technique!"
"How could he use martial arts?"
"With zero Qi and blood vitality, that’s impossible!"
Yang Honghui also noticed the problem.
Using martial arts meant Chen Feng couldn’t possibly have zero Qi and blood vitality.
And the technique he had just executed was clearly at an advanced level.
Seeing Chen Feng’s unshaken composure, Yang Honghui began to suspect—
things might not be as he had assumed.
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