After serving three years in prison, he swept across the land upon his release.

The stage lights flashed incessantly as Qin Wuchen watched Ono Eiji leave. He couldn't help but stretch and shrug.

"This is really tiring," Qin Wuchen sighed softly. "Dealing with this guy took a lot of my true energy. If it weren't for Jiang Hanzhang's kiss, the resentful dragon energy in my body would probably have gone berserk."

Under the spotlight and flashes of light, Qin Wuchen walked slowly off the stage with his hands in his pockets. In the corridor leading to the lounge, he vaguely saw a figure.

The figure was backlit, leaning against the wall, her full breasts drawing attention.

"I knew you were strong from the start, but I didn't expect the famous Eiji Ono to be so weak in front of you." Su Ningxue turned her head and revealed a smile as beautiful as an apricot blossom.

"Su, there are many things you don't know," Qin Wuchen replied simply.

"Really?" Su Ningxue raised her eyebrows, showing a hint of surprise. "It seems that appointing you as my teacher was the best decision I ever made."

"What, you didn't come here just to see me, did you?" Qin Wuchen leaned against the opposite wall, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

"Is that not allowed?" Su Ningxue leaned closer, her eyes fixed on Qin Wuchen, a smile playing on her lips.

Qin Wuchen was so startled that he took a step back, and Su Ningxue couldn't help but smile.

"It seems our Teacher Qin is still an innocent little boy."

"I'm a respectable person," Qin Wuchen said firmly.

"Okay," Su Ningxue nodded with a smile, "I'm not teasing you anymore. I came here on important business, but everything is fine now. I should thank you for winning the match for me."

"Thank me? Why?" Qin Wuchen frowned.

"It's nothing, a small matter."

Su Ningxue waved her hand, not answering Qin Wuchen's question directly. At this moment, a large group of reporters surrounded Qin Wuchen, appearing from all directions of the corridor and completely surrounding him.

The flashbulbs went off incessantly, illuminating the dimly lit corridor brightly, and countless microphones were thrust into Qin Wuchen's mouth.

"Mr. Qin, could you please explain what technique you used to defeat Ono Eiji?" a red microphone asked.

"I only used a regular palm strike; there was no special technique involved."

"Mr. Qin, what are your thoughts on this match? You didn't seem to use your full strength throughout the entire game. Was that a bit boring for you?" A green microphone followed up with another question.

"I don't think it's boring at all. On the contrary, Eiji Ono showed me something very interesting. His choice to break through his limits on the field amazed me." Qin Wuchen nodded in affirmation.

"Mr. Qin, have you considered joining the Chinese Martial Arts Association in the future?"

"I have no plans in that regard," Qin Wuchen shrugged. "Of course, I know the Martial Arts Association is a very good organization, and the people in it are all powerful martial artists, but as a free martial artist, I am used to being alone."

"..."

Afterwards, Qin Wuchen answered a few unimportant questions briefly before squeezing out from the reporters and returning to the lounge.

In the lounge, Zhong He and Su Ningxue were already waiting for them. With Su Ningxue's personal witness, Qin Wuchen quickly became a formal teacher at the Third Martial Arts Hall.

For the remainder of the day, he briefly taught the martial arts students some other commonly used breathing techniques, and the day's instruction came to an end.

......

Night falls over Yunhai City, the sky is filled with stars, and a bright moon hangs overhead.

Inside a towering skyscraper that pierces the clouds.

Ono Eiji lay on a stretcher, his whole body wrapped in bandages, his eyes covered, and only his mouth could still move slightly.

This is a dimly lit room. In addition to Eiji Ono, there are two other martial arts performers lying on stretchers, their bodies wrapped in bandages.

The three lay side by side, and directly in front of them were two unfamiliar figures.

A bald man, leaning on a cane, sat on a black leather sofa. His face was full of wrinkles, exuding seriousness and authority. Beside him was a tall man, who resembled a black bronze statue.

"You have disappointed me greatly, Eiji Ono..." The old man with the cane tapped his cane twice, his voice deep and authoritative, as if a statue were speaking.

"You lost this match even with the Blood Gu and Peach Blossom Technique. How can you expect me to trust you again?"

On the stretcher, Ono Eiji struggled to move his throat, uttering a hoarse voice: "Mr. Otani Eiji, it's all Qin Wuchen's fault. If he hadn't suddenly appeared, our plan wouldn't have failed."

"Hmph, easy for you to say," the old man with the cane sneered. "Do you know how many times I've approached the second young master of the Su family for this opportunity?"

"You have no idea how important this competition is to our plan. If you win, the second young master of the Su family will appoint you as the vice instructor of the Third Martial Arts Hall, as agreed. This is your best chance to break into the martial arts world of Yunhai City!"

"But you wasted it!"

Two more thuds followed as the old man with the cane slammed his fist on the ground, his disappointment barely concealed, and he sighed repeatedly.

"Now, even if I plead for you, the 'Sun God' will not forgive you..."

Ono Eiji's body stiffened abruptly, as if he had heard something he couldn't bear to look at. He gritted his teeth and then said with resentment, "I don't ask for forgiveness, I only hope that you can heal the two students beside me."

"They suffered unnecessary pain because of my failure..."

Eiji Otani glanced at Eiji Ono, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"They're beyond saving, Eiji Ono. Don't pretend to be kind here. You didn't hesitate at all when you were using them."

"As for Qin Wuchen, I will send someone to deal with him. He is a threat to the Sun Ninja Association."

During the conversation, the two martial arts performers also groaned in pain. Their meridians were damaged, which meant that even if they survived, they would be bedridden for the rest of their lives.

The pain caused Eiji Ono to sob softly, his throat churning as he coughed incessantly.

"Carry them out," Eiji Otani said with a look of disgust.

Upon hearing this, the tall man standing nearby stepped forward and lifted the stretcher with one hand. But before he could take a few steps, the tightly closed door suddenly burst open with a bang.

A blurry, dimly lit figure appeared at the doorway.

"Oh, so you're all here. I heard someone was going to deal with me, so I came."

Qin Wuchen stood at the door, craning his neck to peek into the room. His eyes held a playful glint as he looked at the people inside with his hands in his pockets.

......