The Unknown God of War

Yun Muyu, who was still preoccupied with all those famous martial artists and exciting matches, gasped in surprise when she heard the young man’s words. She exclaimed with her slightly parted red lips, “Eight hundred thousand? That’s two years’ worth of my pocket money! I have to starve myself for two years to return your money!”

“Muyu, what are you talking about? You’re too kind, there’s no need to be so polite to me!” The young man pretended to be angry and affectionate at the same time. “As long as it's something that you like, it doesn’t matter if it’s costly, or if it will be dangerous, I will always do it for you.”

“Oh well, thanks then, Qiao Hong!” Yun Muyu smiled cheerfully and she was on her way to find a seat, waiting for the match to start eagerly.

“No problem!” Qiao Hong grinned. Leering at Yun Muyu’s slim and sensuous back, and her fair and beautiful legs, Qiao Hong smiled with an indecent look in his eyes.

Yun Muyu was the girl that he had pursued for one year. Unlike those shallow girls, Yun Muyu, who was born into a wealthy family, was extremely naïve and innocent. Normal luxurious cars and branded handbags were simply not enough to impress her. Luckily, she was very obsessed with martial arts, which included all kinds of fighting styles and matches.

Coincidently, Qiao Hong, a Taekwondo expert himself, who was born into a martial arts family, after using various connections and spending quite some amount of money, finally managed to get two tickets for the day’s ‘Grand Jiangbei Match’. He hoped he could use the tickets to win Yun Muyu’s heart.

Aww, too bad I’m not qualified enough. I can only watch the live-streamed match from the large screen outdoors. If I can go indoors and watch those martial arts experts fight live with my own eyes, I’m sure I can get the girl in bed with me soon! Qiao Hong thought with a disappointed look in his eyes, though he was convinced that his dream would come true one day.

He observed the surroundings, trying to find an ideal place nearer to the ring. Coincidently, he spotted Chu Feng’s seat.

“Hey bro, I want your seat!” Qiao Hong commanded flatly while looking downward at Chu Feng. He flexed his muscles, exposing his strong arms and the calluses on his knuckles on purpose to show off his unusually good fighting ability.

Under normal conditions, people would simply surrender the seat—no matter how reluctant they were—to avoid a tall and brawny man like Qiao Hong. He almost never failed in getting his way whenever he did this. But unfortunately, his little trick did not work on Chu Feng this day. Chu Feng remained still in his seat while scrolling his cell phone, completely ignoring Qiao Hong.

Qiao Hong was mortified. He thought, How dare the punk ignore me?

“Qiao Hong, it’s okay, we can find somewhere else to sit,” Yun Muyu suggested. She frowned as she thought of Qiao Hong’s rude behavior just now. However, her words infuriated Qiao Hong, who felt humiliated in front of a beautiful girl like Yun Muyu; he simply could not leave things as they were.

“Hey, I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?” Qiao Hong smirked as he waved his large palm and slapped Chu Feng’s shoulder.

He was a martial arts expert who held a black belt in Taekwondo. His slap was so strong that it could easily break two wooden blocks into pieces. He was sure that the slap would be enough to teach that ignorant punk a lesson. However, at the moment when his slap was about to reach Chu Feng, the latter calmly moved his shoulder. Although the move seemed swift and light, it created a series of blurry residual images which flashed rapidly before Qiao Hong’s eyes.

Bang! Before Qiao Hong could react, he hit his own palm on a metal pole of the seat. A dull noise from the impact echoed endlessly through the air. Qiao Hong’s face went pale as he cried in agony as though he had broken his palm. Although he was strong, it was impossible for him to break a metal block with his bare hands!

Yun Muyu stared at Qiao Hong with her goggling bright eyes. She asked worriedly, “Qiao Hong, what’s the matter? Are you alright?”

Chu Feng scrolled his cell phone casually. He remarked flatly, “Don’t show off yourself if you’re weak, otherwise, you won’t even know what’s going on when you get so seriously beaten up by someone until you become crippled.”

Chu Feng’s words were a real harsh slap in Qiao Hong’s face.