A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 147 As Awe-inspiring as Meng Bai-Chuan

"Hahaha~"

"He ran away?”

"Mr. Chen, so this is the calibre of the fighter you hired?”

"Did he come here to make us laugh?"

"He ran away without throwing a single punch?"

"Isn't he just a piece of trash then!"

"Hahaha-"

When he found out that Xing He had been scared off, Zhao Wu-Ji burst out laughing right away.

And even though he was laughing hard enough that his sides ached, Zhao Wu-Ji did not forget to

ridicule Chen Ao.

His laughter rang out so loudly that even the surrouding spectators could hear him.

All at once, many people in the crowd shook their heads and started discussing the matter among

themselves. When Zhao Wu-Ji's underlings looked at Chen Ao, their eyes were filled with disdain. This

time, Chen Ao had truly embarrassed himself.

And he knew that. Just then, Chen Ao had a most terrible expression on his face.

He turned around, glared at Li Er and scolded: "Li Er, what kind of fool have you found for me!”

"What the hell is going on?"

Chen Ao shook with rage. He wished he could just slap Li Er to death.

If he had known this was going to happen, he would never have listened to Li Er.

What an incompetent bungler!

No doubt, due to Li Er's mistake, Chen Ao had suffered a great loss of face.

The former was aware of his mistake and so, with a pained expression on his face, Li Er bowed his

head and accepted Chen Ao's scolding in silence.

After all, he had been the one to find Xing He.

The latter had been his sister's teacher for over a decade and enjoyed various honors in Yunzhou. He

was also renowned among traditional martial artists.

But Li Er had not imagined that he would be so useless!

Although the Taiji grandmaster had been doing a lot of bragging, he had ended up running away at

such a crucial moment.

But Li Er could not blame Xing He.

Although the latter was the successor of the Taiji Fist and the headmaster of a martial art school, his

martial art style was more like a performing art than a fighting art.

Xing He's Taiji Fist was good enough for teaching small children and public performances, but it was

obviously inadequate against a hardened killer like Wu He-Rong.

He had wet his pants in fear when he saw Wu He-Rong perform his jump from a height several dozen

meters above ground level. Not only had the latter penetrated the ground with his feet, he had also

managed to remain completely unscathed.

At that moment, Xing He had been sure that he would die if he were to fight Wu He-Rong.

Which was more important to him? His reputation or his life?

Obviously, the latter was more important to Xing He.

So he had disregarded everything else and ran away.

But now, both Li Er and Chen Ao were troubled by Xing He's disappearance.

"Mr. Chen, I am sorry. I have trusted the wrong person," Li Er said guiltily.

Chen Ao glared at him and snorted coldly. Clearly, Chen Ao was still angry and he ignored Li Er

completely.

Instead, he turned to look at the gleeful-looking Zhao Wu-Ji and said coldly: "This time, I have placed

my trust in the wrong person and made a fool of myself. But Mr. Zhao, don't be too happy yet. It is not

too late to celebrate after your fighter has defeated Zhao Wu-Ji."

Chen Ao's voice was frosty cold.

When Zhao Wu-Ji heard this, he laughed mockingly. "Mr. Chen, this is none of your concern. You

should mind your own business first."

Afterward, Zhao Wu-Ji walked forward to elderly soldier, who had been resting his eyes. And then he

said respectfully, "Chief Instructor Meng, may I know what are your chances of beating Wu He-Rong?"

Meng Bai-Chuan said nothing. But he opened his fierce-looking eyes and a majestic presence

emanated from them.

Just then, Zhao Wu-Ji felt that he was not standing in the presence of a vigorous old man, but an entire

army! The old man's presence was so overpowering that Zhao

Wu-Ji could not help but take a few steps back.

"Mr. Zhao, prepare my tea for me."

"It will just take me a moment!"

In the next moment, Meng Bai-Chun stood up and stepped toward the stone platform.

As he looked at the elderly soldier's imposing-looking back, Zhao Wu-Ji was immediately stunned.

Meanwhile, Meng Bai-Chuan's awe-inspiring words continued to swirl around in his ears.

Zhao Wu-Ji was not the only one affected by the elderly soldier. Many among the spectators were also

overwhelmed by Meng Bai-Chuan's awe-inspiring words.

"Hahaha-"

"Bravo-"

"In ancient China, Guan Yun-Chang slayed Hua Xiong before his cup of wine had time to cool down."

"Today, Meng Bai-Chuan will defeat He-Rong in the time it takes to boil a cup of tea!"

"Chief Instructor Meng has spirit indeed!"

Zhao Wu-Ji laughed heartily. Meng Bai-Chuan's confidence had undoubtedly inflamed Zhao Wu-Ji's

arrogance.

Right away, he raised a fist-salute in Meng Bai-Chuan's direction and shouted, "Chief Instructor, I wish

you a speedy victory. May you show us again the miraculous prowess of General Guan!”

Like a rock dropping into the ocean, Zhao Wu-Ji's action created huge waves among the spectators.

All at once, a dozen or so bosses who were standing behind him stepped forward and respectfully

shouted: "We wish Chief Instructor Meng a speedy victory! May you show us again the miraculous

prowess of General Guan!"

"We wish Chief Instructor Meng a speedy victory~"

Their reverential voices coalesced into a stream and swept through the entire hall like a tidal wave.

Chen Ao and the other Jiangdong leaders looked on from afar with sombre expressions on their faces.

Just then, their hearts were heavy with worry.

At this moment, the entire hall had undoubtedly quieted down.

Everyone was looking at Meng Bai-Chuan's imposing figure as he walked up the stairs to the platform.

Until he stood in front of Wu He-Rong.

"You are Wu He-Rong?"

"You are the former top tycoon of Jiangdong, Wu He-Rong? The one who has returned after

committing countless atrocities in the province ten years ago?" Meng Bai-Chuan shouted angrily and

the force of his words caused a wind to spring up.

Wu He-Rong smiled and said, "Oh my, what a grand presence you have.”

"But I am curious. Does your actual ability come close to it?”

"I am able enough to defeat you!"

Meng Bai-Chuan decided not to waste his time talking. He flexed his muscles and an overwhelming

aura exploded from his body.

And then, he lowered his stance forcefully.

A violent force traveled through his feet from the ground, went up his legs and finally twisted powerfully

at his waist.

Boom!

Meng Bai-Chuan forcefully threw his punch downward.

His punch carried great momentum and nearly created a sonic boom.

Before the punch could land on its target, the gale resulting from its momentum had already swept

forward.

As he stood in the middle of the wind storm, Wu He-Rong's robe fluttered about noisily!

"Awesome!"

"What a powerful punch!”

Chen Ao, look. This is the power of the chief instructor of the armed forces!"

"This is the same awe-inspiring presence of the general who slayed Hua Xiong.

"Compared to Chief Instructor Meng, your fighters are all rubbish."

"Even more worthless than bugs~”

"Hahaha~"

Meng Bai-Chuan's punch had shocked everyone in the hall.

Meanwhile, Zhao Wu-Ji's face had turned red with effort as he yelled in agitation.

As if he was the one throwing the punch instead of Meng Bai-Chuan.

"Military Boxing?" When Wu He-Rong saw this, he burst out laughing immediately.

He continued to stand there calmly with both hands clasped behind his back. Just then, there was a

disdainful and mocking smile dancing on his lips.

He remained as composed as a lake of still water. Meng Bai-Chuan's attack did not bother him in the

least.

Until the incoming punch was right in front of him.

Wu He-Rong shook his head and smiled. "Isn't this a bit weak?"

"Fine, let me take this opportunity to show you the real Military Boxing!"

Boom-

After he had spoken, Wu He-Rong burst into action. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He took a step forward and lowered his stance. Just then, his whole body was as taut as a fully-drawn

bow. It was as if he had been accumulating strength for a thousand days, just for the purpose of

unleashing it all at this very moment!

Bang!

Two fists collided together; it looked as if a tiger and dragon were fighting for supremacy on the stage.

And the sound of the collision exploded like a crack of thunder that shook heaven and earth.

At this moment, everybody was holding their breath.

Zhao Wu-Ji was staring with wide opened eyes, while Chen Ao looked ahead attentively.

Wang Yu, Liu Jia-Wei and the others were all holding their breath.

Everybody was looking at the fight taking place in front of their eyes!