'Beep. Beep. Beep beep.'

"Darn, when did the Third Ring Road start getting such bad traffic jams? It's not even rush hour, and there are restrictions today, why is it still jammed?"

Ye Xiaofan drove his car, looking at the long line of cars ahead, he couldn't help but furrow his brows deeply.

Seeing that five minutes had passed since half-past four, if he didn't hurry, Ren Ling's side might have finished by the time he arrives.

Just thinking about that little doll-like guy fighting hard made Xiaofan feel tense. In his subconscious, Xiaofan had already treated Ren Ling as his responsibility, if she got into trouble, how would he explain it to Elder Ren?

At this time, inside the indoor stadium at Cultural Park.

The heads of the Ren Family, Hua Family, Tong Family, and Wu Family sat together in four directions with their entourages.

As the shareholder in power from the last round, the Ren Family naturally took the lead in the first battle for shares.

The four families drew lots, and in the first match, the Ren Family faced off against the Wu Family.

The rules of the competition are simple, each family can only send five people, and in the ring, they face off one-on-one. The first to defeat the opponent's five participants wins.

This isn't a best-of-five format. As long as you can stand in the ring, you can keep fighting. Of course, not just anyone can go up the stage, they must be recognized candidates.

For example, in the Ren Family's case, only Ren Ling, Ren Ying, Big Guy, and Mrs. Ren could participate. Cyan Dragon followed along, but he couldn't be considered part of the Ren Family, and each family must use their own cultivation technique. Hence, Cyan Dragon absolutely cannot compete for the Ren Family.

Facing a numerical disadvantage, and with the elderly, the weak, women, and children, almost all the pressure of the Ren Family's challenge this time was on Ren Ling.

As the match began, Big Guy was the first to battle.

The characteristic of the Ren Family's cultivation technique is extremely fast speed. However, after these years of research, everyone became very familiar with each other. The opponents probably haven't been unprepared for the last ten years.

"The Wu Family's Iron Sand Palm comes from authentic Shaolin, be careful." Mrs. Ren said softly to Big Guy as he prepared to go on stage.

"Rest assured, Old Madam, I will do my best." Big Guy said, then went up to the ring.

This match is different from past ones. After losing Ren Zhongtian, the Ren Family has become like a soft persimmon. The other three families hoped to face them, after all, once today's match is over, there will be finals tomorrow, and no one wants to waste too much energy.

"Wu Feilong is here to learn." A man who looked in his thirties came to the center of the field, waiting for the start of the match.

"Please."

The two bow to each other, then start fighting fiercely. The intensity was no less than previous martial arts tournaments.

In fact, Xiaofan had mentioned before to the media that some true masters don't like to show off, so people like David steal the limelight in free fighting tournaments. If David were alive to see the match now, he'd exclaim that Huaxia indeed is a place with hidden talents, and such strength in random people shows its millennia-old standing isn't just talk.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged dozens of rounds on the field.

Big Guy watched Ren Ling grow up, he was only fifteen when he came to the Ren Family. Back then, Ren Ling was just over three years old, and now seventeen years have passed, Mrs. Ren never treated Big Guy as an outsider. So, under her guidance, Big Guy's strength improved greatly.

But everyone's talent is different, Big Guy worked hard but wasn't very perceptive, and years of training allowed him to develop an extraordinary aspect.

However, being the head bodyguard in the Ren Family was the best job. He used his abilities to protect everyone in the family. Especially on the day of Ren Zhongtian's funeral, this seven-foot man hid in a corner crying alone, showing how deep his feelings for the Ren Family were.

'Bang.'

Carelessly, Big Guy was hit in the chest by the opponent's Iron Sand Palm. Before he could steady himself, the second palm approached.

Big Guy wasn't exceptional in much, but his endurance was outstanding. After taking a palm hit, he struggled to maintain his balance, using Ghost Shadow Step to dodge the second palm, then maneuvered behind the opponent to launch an attack.

However, Wu Feilong had anticipated this move from Big Guy, raised his fist and slammed back.

A fist and palm clashed, evenly matched for a moment.

However, the palm-hit Big Guy finally couldn't hold in his internal injuries, spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Big Guy." Ren Ling stood up worriedly and shouted. Over the years, although Big Guy followed her closely like a shadow, treating her like an older brother, even having a fatherly presence, so seeing him get hurt, Ren Ling naturally couldn't sit still.

"Argh." Big Guy roared at the end, forcefully shaking the opponent off, and charged forward.

"Wait, I surrender." Here, Wu Feilong quickly admitted defeat because he knew he couldn't avoid that palm. Anyway, Big Guy was already injured, so the next person could easily knock him down.

The first victory was the Ren Family's, but anyone could tell Big Guy wouldn't last long, surrendering was very practical.

"Come back; we surrender the first person as well. Ying'Er, you're up."

"Yes, Grandma." Receiving the order, Ren Ying immediately stood and walked to the center of the field.

Big Guy returned, clutching his chest, said, "Old Madam, I can still hold on a bit. Later, it'll make it easier for Young Master Ying." He said unwillingly after coming back.

"Sit down, take this, and don't worry about other things." Old Mrs. Ren handed a pill to Big Guy, then stared intently at Ren Ying in the center field. This match is crucial, if Ren Ying can fight one, and stall another, then chances for Ren Ling to shine would be much higher.

"Wu Yuyang..."

"Ren Ying."

"Please."

"Please."

After brief greetings, the battle began.

Unlike Big Guy's previous opponent, the opponent now looked at most around twenty years old. But why let him fight second? Logically, it should be progressively stronger, Wu Feilong was over thirty just now. Could this young man be stronger than Wu Feilong?

'Bang.'

With the first strike, the two charged and exchanged a blow. Sensing the opponent wasn't simple either, Ren Ying bitterly smiled, "When is that Ye Xiaofan coming?"

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