Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Song Linzhou was slightly taken aback; he really didn't know about this.

A thought flickered in his mind: if Chen Feng failed to become his personal disciple, wouldn't this investment be a huge loss? So he decided to confirm it again.

"I've heard rumors that Brother Chen, your innate talent is..."

"Below average," Lin Yan said coldly.

His tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

This was the answer Song Linzhou least wanted to hear. He looked at Chen Feng with hope, hoping to hear a rebuttal.

Chen Feng did not refute, but slowly nodded in agreement.

"My senior brother Zhao examined my bones and concluded that I have a medium to low bone structure."

Chen Feng's words were like a bucket of water, extinguishing Song Linzhou's enthusiasm.

Song Linzhou's eyes darted around as he considered how to take back the olive branch he had just extended. He was starting to regret it. With his inferior physique, becoming a martial artist was incredibly difficult, let alone within the limited timeframe of six months.

"Brother Song, please forgive me for refusing, but I cannot accept the conditions you have proposed."

Chen Feng spoke slowly.

Regardless of how offensive Song Linzhou's change in attitude was, Chen Feng simply could not accept the conditions he offered.

A look of joy flashed in Song Linzhou's eyes, as if he was glad that Chen Feng hadn't agreed. Then, taking the opportunity to back down, he said regretfully, "That's a pity. Sorry to bother you."

Lin Yan took a step forward.

"It's not a pity. It's your Song family's good fortune that you didn't accept a good-for-nothing with mediocre talent."

Song Linzhou was taken aback, thinking to himself, "Who is so lacking in emotional intelligence?" He turned his head and saw Lin Yan standing beside him at some point.

Lin Yan looked at Chen Feng and said, "I never expected that I would become your fellow disciple. Let bygones be bygones. My sister is happy now, and you'd better get lost and stop clinging to me like a stray dog, okay?"

Everyone sensed that something was wrong.

Song Linzhou looked at his other friends in confusion, only to receive a shake of the head in response.

"If you hadn't barked twice, I would have forgotten about you long ago. You're just a bitch, what's there to remember?"

Chen Feng spoke calmly, his face expressionless.

Lin Yan's face was terribly gloomy, as if it could drip water.

The atmosphere inside the arena immediately became tense.

Without hesitation, Meng Zhaowu stepped forward and stood beside Chen Feng, making his stance clear.

Song Linzhou was somewhat at a loss and silently retreated behind Lin Yan. The other disciples of the Staff Academy chose to support Lin Yan and coldly watched Chen Feng.

The person most distraught in the room was Cheng Huai'an, because he was the one who brought the person there.

The other person is from the martial arts academy; they can make threats and leave without a trace, and you might only see them a few times a year. But he's not like that. He came to the martial arts school to learn boxing; he'll see them all the time. How can they get along in the future?

Brother Song! You've caused me so much trouble!

Lin Yan seemed to have thought of something, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Chen Feng, you only have six months. If something happens to you within those six months—for example, if you suddenly become disabled or crippled—do you think the master will want you or not?"

The threat in his words was made without any attempt to conceal it; it was laid bare.

"What do you mean!" Meng Zhaowu said in a deep voice. "Harming fellow disciples will result in having your martial arts skills revoked and being expelled from the martial arts school!"

"You're Chairman Meng's son, right?" Lin Yan looked at Meng Zhaowu and slowly said, "I advise you to stay away from this good-for-nothing."

"What's it to you? I, Meng Zhaowu, can go wherever I want, and you have no right to interfere."

"Of course it's not my responsibility. I just feel sorry for Chairman Meng. Such a shrewd person, yet his son is so short-sighted, entering this martial arts school and spending all his time among these poor bastards, associating with useless people. He has no future at all."

"You!" Meng Zhaowu's face turned ugly. "Do you know that nearly 30% of your Lin family's business is done through the Fuxing Chamber of Commerce every year?"

Lin Yan said coldly, "You can't represent your father, let alone the Chamber of Commerce, and your father won't give up the Lin family's business because of this."

"But what you said about harming fellow disciples does remind me, Chen Feng. If I'm expelled from the martial arts school, my parents will still support me. But if you're expelled... oh, sorry, I forgot your parents are dead!"

Lin Yan laughed wildly, seemingly enjoying the feeling.

A surge of anger rose within Chen Feng, but reason prevailed over his rage, and his mind remained remarkably calm.

"You don't need to provoke me. I'm not stupid enough to beat you up right here. Disciples who fight in private will be expelled from the martial arts school..."

"Hey! What are you all doing gathered there!"

At the entrance of the academy, a teacher happened to be passing by and keenly sensed the tense atmosphere. He immediately spoke up.

The group from the academy glanced at the instructor who was walking quickly towards them, and then dispersed in a flurry.

Before leaving, Lin Yan didn't forget to utter some harsh words:

"Hmph, mediocre talent... I'll show you. You'd better go back to the slums; maybe if you try harder, you can beg for more food... Let's go!"

Chen Feng watched Lin Yan's departing figure, already considering his actions for tonight.

After Sun Qiang told him that Lin Yan was also practicing martial arts at Longxing Martial Arts School, he planned to get rid of Lin Yan, and it would start in the next few days.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yan actually came to our door.

Since that's the case... there's no time like the present, and delaying might lead to unforeseen changes.

He doesn't have the habit of holding a grudge overnight.

As for the rules among fellow disciples... Chen Feng wouldn't be foolish enough to be bound by the rules, just as the rules couldn't stop Lin Yan's murderous intent towards Chen Feng.

Before becoming a formal disciple, once outside the martial arts school, whether he lived or died was of no concern to anyone.

Seeing Chen Feng's thoughtful expression, Meng Zhaowu assumed he was provoked by Lin Yan and comforted him, "Brother Chen, a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. Once you become a personal disciple, Lin Yan will naturally not dare to attack you..."

"Brother Meng, I have some urgent business to attend to at home, so I'll take my leave now." Chen Feng bowed to Meng Zhaowu with clasped hands, his tone filled with gratitude.

Given Meng Zhaowu's status, he could have easily stood by and watched Lin Yan's aggressive behavior, but he chose to side with Chen Feng instead.

Chen Feng has seen all the support they have given him and will surely repay it in the future.

After Chen Feng finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Ah! Brother Chen..." Meng Zhaowu hesitated, but the words he was about to say turned into a sigh.

"well......"

......

The sun is setting in the west.

Chen Feng went home first, as he needed to make other preparations before the operation began. Whether by coincidence or ulterior motive, Chen Feng ran into Liu Dabiao at the alley entrance.

Liu Dabiao was strolling around with a few henchmen. When he saw Chen Feng, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, a half-smile on his face.

"Hey, Chen Feng's back?"

"Brother Biao".

Chen Feng called out as usual.

"I heard you went to Longxing Martial Arts School to learn martial arts? How's it going?"

"It'll have to do, my natural talent isn't great," Chen Feng said regretfully. "I'm afraid the chances of mastering it are slim."

Upon hearing this, Liu Dabiao's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Don't give up! I think you have potential. If you work hard, you might really become one of those martial arts masters. You wouldn't even have to pay the management fees anymore, wouldn't you say?"

Chen Feng was somewhat surprised. It seemed that Liu Dabiao had been possessed, yet he was encouraging him instead.

"Yes, yes."

Chen Feng managed a weak smile.

"Hey kid, do you have enough money? Want to borrow some? The interest... well, that's about it."

Liu Dabiao held up one hand and gestured a number.

Chen Feng's lips twitched; it turned out he was a loan shark.