By the ring, the members of the Chi Hua Society stood tall, looking down with disdain on the inheritors of other folk sects present.
Wu Tianfeng, in particular, did not spare a glance at anyone else.
Because he had been unjustly scolded by his father during breakfast, Wu Tianfeng was in a foul mood.
He leaped onto the platform, nearly two meters high, and surveyed the surroundings, shouting in a stern voice:
"Where is Yan Shouyi?! Could it be he's afraid of this young master and doesn't dare to come out and fight!"
One had to admit, though Wu Tianfeng was prone to showing off, his strength was not to be underestimated. The ease with which he ascended the platform showed he wasn't merely an untalented second-generation rich kid.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd noticed that the heavy rain falling on Wu Tianfeng did not wet him in the slightest.
The raindrops slid off his clothes and body automatically. Wu Tianfeng was enveloped by an invisible energy shield that repelled all the water.
In the live stream, netizens who had previously looked down on Wu Tianfeng gradually began to take him seriously.
[Daoist Fengchen: I didn't expect this young master of the Chi Hua Society to have some skill. We underestimated him before.]
[In a Dusty Corner: I wonder what his profession is. The professions within folk sects are divided into hundreds of categories, but very few are truly suited for combat.]
[Uncle Fan Has Labor Insurance: But no matter Wu Tianfeng's profession, Yan Shouyi is an inheritor of Lu Ban. He wouldn't lose to him, would he?]
The Folk Customs Research Association and Yan Shouyi had garnered significant support previously. One reason was Wang Jiwang's deliberate manipulation of public opinion, positioning Yan Shouyi on the side of justice. Another reason was that Yan Shouyi was an inheritor of Lu Ban. The Lu Ban sect was considered an extremely mysterious and powerful entity among folk sects, far rarer than beings like corpse drivers.
Now that everyone had calmed down, they began to analyze the actual combat situation. However, Yan Shouyi had yet to appear, making it difficult to draw any conclusions.
Seeing no response, Wu Tianfeng scanned the area around the ring.
Suddenly, he spotted a man and two women standing in a pavilion at the back of the crowd.
One of the faces was one he knew intimately.
"Tian Jue'er!"
Wu Tianfeng snorted coldly, as if calling the name of his pet dog, and yelled at Tian Jue'er: "You slut, get over here!"
Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the second floor of the pavilion.
Tian Jue'er seemed to have a conditioned reflex. Upon hearing Wu Tianfeng call her name, her body instinctively moved.
At this moment, Zhuge Lian reached out and stopped her:
"Tian Jue'er, are you foolish? We finally managed to get you out, why are you going towards Wu Tianfeng?"
Tian Jue'er came to her senses, a flicker of pain in her eyes:
"I... I don't want to go, but... for some reason, my body is a little out of control."
"Ah, may that Wu Tianfeng suffer a terrible end!" Zhuge Lian cursed.
It was evident how much suffering Tian Jue'er had endured under Wu Tianfeng's hand for the past three years.
Seeing that Tian Jue'er didn't come over, a hint of anger flashed in Wu Tianfeng's eyes, but then he laughed heartily:
"No way, Tian Jue'er. I raised you for almost three years, and you're betraying me like this, joining the Folk Customs Research Association? Heh! Do you think they can protect you? They can barely protect themselves!"
Tian Jue'er gritted her teeth, lowering her head, afraid to answer.
Zhuge Lian grunted and nudged her brother, Zhuge Ji: "You go up and curse Wu Tianfeng fiercely!"
The socially anxious otaku brother immediately shrank his head: "Sister, I don't know how to curse."
"Hmph, every man in the Zhuge family has more guts than you!" Zhuge Lian, disappointed, decided to step forward herself to confront Wu Tianfeng and defend Tian Jue'er.
But just as she was about to speak, someone beat her to it.
"The men of the Chi Hua Society are nothing special, only good at bullying women!"
The tough girl Zhao Yiyao couldn't hold back, cursing as she jumped onto the stage, stretching her joints, seemingly preparing to beat up Wu Tianfeng.
Wu Tianfeng squinted at Zhao Yiyao. Although this woman was good-looking, her physique was a bit on the "sturdy" side, and her thick northeastern accent made Wu Tianfeng feel no attraction whatsoever.
Wu Tianfeng's criteria for women not only included good looks but also obedience.
He preferred someone who would listen to his every word, someone who would kneel to wash his feet.
But the tough girl Zhao Yiyao was clearly not that type. Not only would she not wash a man's feet, but the moment a man asked her to, she would immediately shove his head into the foot basin.
This was also why, when the Zhao family had asked Zhao Yiyao to be Yan Shouyi's maid, Yan Shouyi had never ordered her around...
"Ugly woman, what did you say?" Wu Tianfeng asked provocatively.
Zhao Yiyao snorted: "I'm ugly, and you're not? Go take a piss and look at yourself! Your sausage lips could be sold at a roadside stall if you cut them off. You haven't even scraped the oil off your face. It's a good thing it's raining today; if it were a sunny day and the sun shone on you, the oil on your face could be used to fry fries! You're so ugly yet you're here dissing me? A crow only sees the blackness of others!"
Wu Tianfeng's eyes widened, rendered speechless by Zhao Yiyao's retort.
The comments in the live stream instantly exploded!
[Xiaoye: My goodness, this girl is too fierce! Well said!]
[Only Love Zhong: Humph, we Northeastern women never pick fights, but we never fear them!]
[Zhaozhao's Pet Owner: Sister is beautiful and cool, love it, love it!]
If one were to talk about Zhao Yiyao's skill in verbally attacking someone, it was undoubtedly exceptional. When she got going, even Long Feicheng would have to step aside and call her the big boss.
Coincidentally, Wu Tianfeng wasn't particularly handsome either; at most, his arrogant demeanor added some points. Zhao Yiyao's mention of his sausage lips was a direct hit on his features, precisely touching a sore spot.
Wu Tianfeng, feeling his defenses shattered by the insults, was so enraged that his mouth twisted. He immediately turned to his Left Guardian and said, "Left Guardian, teach this stinky broad a good lesson!"
Since they were here to compete in the ring, they couldn't let the Chi Hua Society lose face. The Left Guardian immediately leaped onto the stage, his gaze fixed unpleasantly on Zhao Yiyao.
Zhao Yiyao sneered: "What, can't win with words so you resort to violence? The men of the Chi Hua Society truly have no balls!"
The Left Guardian was not an arrogant person and ignored Zhao Yiyao's taunts. He cupped his fist and said calmly, "Maintaining the reputation of the Chi Hua Society externally is my duty as a guardian. My apologies, young lady!"
Zhao Yiyao glanced back at Wang Jiwang.
Whether to fight or not required Wang Jiwang's nod, as she wasn't the main focus today.
Wang Jiwang checked the time. There were still a few minutes until Yan Shouyi's confinement ended.
So, he nodded and said, "Then let's have a match. Consider it a warm-up."
Zhao Yiyao's face immediately lit up with excitement, her eyes burning with fervor. Ignoring the Left Guardian, she asked, "Chi Hua Society, who will fight the first match later?"
"That would be me," the Left Guardian replied coldly.
Zhao Yiyao grinned: "Good, then I'll fight you!"