"Master, are we really going to gamble this much?"

Fan Shigang cautiously poured tea for Yan Feng at the specially cleared competition area.

This time in Su City, Yan Feng was unfamiliar with the place, and having visited once and having a good private relationship with Meng Lang, Fan Shigang naturally became the chosen escort... responsible for carrying bags.

The verbal battle between father and daughter earlier was clearly heard by the transparent Fan Shigang, and he couldn't help but feel anxious for Yan Weiwei.

Yan Feng picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and then glanced at Fan Shigang indifferently.

"What's wrong? Are you worried your master will lose, or are you worried I'll win?"

"No way, I'm just concerned that whether we win or lose, it might hurt the harmony among us," Fan Shigang forced a laugh.

Inwardly, he thought to himself that Master Yan was really too impulsive.

Although he wasn't a Dark Energy expert, he had heard from his master about the specific combat power of such experts.

Impressive indeed, but it's not as exaggerated as novels depict where one could take the head of a general amidst thousands of troops.

For ordinary people, handling dozens isn't an issue, and for regular practitioners, dealing with seven or eight is easy.

But the problem is, the seven standing above aren't ordinary practitioners.

Not to mention others, just one Baji Fist expert, Li Lei, who once narrowly defeated the newly dark-energy-entered Yan Weiwei; the three together weren't a match.

Even though Yan Weiwei's realm is solid now, this person is definitely not to be underestimated.

Then there's Ah Xing, a master of the Five Ancestor Fist, whose skills aren't in the same league as Yan Weiwei.

Physical fitness is an important factor that can't be ignored in confrontation.

Not to mention the menacing Shaolin Bone-Splitting Hand expert, the dark-shiny Iron Sand Palm practitioner, and the Sichuan Tang Sect expert with knives tucked into a vest...

They are a perfect boss-fight team, with both ranged and melee capabilities.

Facing such an array, Yan Weiwei's chance of winning seems very slim.

Yet, Master Yan's confident expression didn't seem to be pretending...

Could he be planning to use off-the-record tricks?

Ah, this is Yan Master's home turf, and the seven experts are all from the security company. Asking them to go easy is just a word away, isn't it?

So that's it, but as an experienced elder in the martial arts world, Yan Feng's sharp eye won't miss whether they're going easy.

Hmm... should he, as a "double agent" with torn loyalties, take a risk of being expelled and pretend to slip, spilling tea on the opponent to slightly divert their attention...?

Yan Feng naturally didn't know the scheming thoughts running through the mind of the backstabber beside him.

He watched the seven experts whispering and exchanging strategies on the platform...

Going easy? Of course, he considered such a possibility.

Firstly, he had confidence in his observation skills; whether they go easy couldn't escape his eyes.

Secondly, he understood Weiwei's proud nature; she would disdain using such underhanded tactics.

So if she wins, she will happily return home for New Year's with the frog of her travels.

If she loses...

That should give even more reason to be happy!

The Yan family's next Twelve Road Spring Leg successor challenges seven renowned martial arts experts right after entering Dark Energy and emerges victorious...

What kind of divine cultivation would that be?

With such a Qilin talent... losing a little face, so what?

But he only let this thought flash in his mind momentarily.

Weiwei just entered Dark Energy not long ago; even at its peak, dealing with such a team might still be difficult.

Too impulsive when young...

Could it be the sudden boost in physical strength leading to psychological inflation?

Turning his head, he saw Weiwei slowly approaching the competition area from the other side, catching her casually tossing a shiny object into the trash can...

...

"What do you think Master Yan means?"

At the center of the competition area, the seven security company experts gathered and quietly discussed strategies.

They were well aware of Weiwei's strength. In usual sparring, she could handle them one-on-one, but if against two or three captain-level opponents at once, the odds were fifty-fifty.

Add one more, and Weiwei's chance of winning would plummet.

Facing seven alone, it seemed it would take less than two minutes to resolve the fight.

"I could understand one-on-three or one-on-four, but one-on-seven? Do you think Master Yan wants to win or intentionally lose?"

"No question about it, she definitely wants to win! Just not willing to openly state it, depending on how we cooperate."

Li Lei, the burly man, stroked his chin, eyes glistening with craftiness in worldly affairs.

Some things are best left unsaid; revealing them would be a mistake. Life is a drama; why expose it scene by scene?

Fake fights... it's not as if he hadn't participated before.

"How shall we fight then?" Ah Xing scratched his head.

"Indeed, with both lineups, I can't figure out how we would lose?"

"Tough one. Perhaps let things go slightly easy to make the scene less embarrassing?"

"Right! Considering the master shared sacred texts generously with us, this favor certainly deserves repayment." Xiang Wenlong crossed his arms arrogantly.

Among them, he boasted the highest cultivation.

Initially, he doubted the so-called sacred texts comparable to Shaolin's Yijin Jing and Bone Marrow Cleansing Scripture, till combined with extreme training forming the "bungee troupe," occasionally sparring with Weiwei, the Dark Energy expert.

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