Starting from the pharmacy, he grew into a martial saint among men.

Yu Wei strode out and arrived at the center of the training ground.

He grinned maliciously, cracked his knuckles, and beckoned to Chu Hong with his finger:

"Junior Brother Chu, come here! Let me see your true colors!"

Chu Hong slowly stepped into the arena, his aura steady and his expression calm. He simply said:

"Come!"

Zhuang Chengfeng rang the small bell with a "clang":

"The contest begins!"

With a low growl, Yu Wei unleashed his full power: "Take this!"

He stomped his foot on the ground and shot forward like an arrow, raising his hand to deliver a fierce palm strike.

This palm strike was aimed directly at Chu Hong's chest, clearly intended to severely injure him.

Chu Hong stood still, seemingly oblivious, without moving an inch.

The disciples watching all smiled.

"Here he comes! Watch Senior Brother Yu take him down in one move!"

"Look, he's completely terrified!"

Only Pang Hai watched this scene, his brows furrowing slightly, feeling a sense of déjà vu.

In the arena, just as the palm strike was about to hit him, Chu Hong made a move.

With a sudden sway, he used the Swift Wind Step to instantly appear behind Yu Wei.

A punch struck Yuwei's heart directly.

"Damn it!"

Yu Wei's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly rolled on the ground to dodge Chu Hong's punch.

But Chu Hong's whip kick followed closely, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Yu Wei knew something was wrong, so he sprang up and stood up from the ground.

He knew that it was pointless to compete with Chu Hong in agility, so he took advantage of Chu Hong's attack and swung his claw.

This claw strike aimed directly at the tendon in Chu Hong's hind leg—fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Chu Hong spun around to dodge, then unleashed a powerful kick with his cold, gleaming leg, causing the bluestone ground to shatter.

"you......"

Yu Wei was shocked and quickly retreated.

A disciple then realized what was happening and exclaimed in surprise, "Chu Hong has mastered the Nine-Forged Fist!"

Upon hearing this, and seeing that Chu Hong had the upper hand, many disciples fell silent for a moment.

Pang Hai remained calm and composed, confirming that it was indeed so.

Only Zhuang Chengfeng watched the two figures swiftly intertwining, surprised and somewhat silent.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the wooden chair, his brows furrowed deeply.

The Great Perfection Nine-Forging Fist, the Lesser Perfection Swift Wind Step, the Beginner's Cold Light Leg...

Where does he get so much energy to practice each skill one by one? Could it be that his comprehension is even higher than Pang Hai's?

Inside the arena, Chu Hong remained calm, his punches simple and clear.

There are no fancy tricks.

"Bang!"

Yu Wei blocked the punch with all his might, creating a loud bang.

The next instant, Yu Wei's pupils shrank sharply.

He felt his hidden force being completely dissipated by the opponent's attack.

A gentle yet violent force surged through his arm and into his body.

"ah!!!"

Yu Wei flung his hand away, staggered back several steps, clutching his arm, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Chu Hong slowly stepped forward, staring intently at Yu Wei:

"Senior Brother Yu, is my confidence worthy of your approval?"

Outside the arena, the disciples were completely stunned.

They could hardly believe that the old, hidden strength and remaining power of the brand had been so easily defeated.

Everyone immediately understood why Chu Hong dared to issue the challenge; it wasn't out of arrogance, but because he truly possessed the strength to do so.

It should be noted that among the dozen or so disciples, only about five have mastered the Nine-Forging Fist.

Chu Honggang had already mastered the art of internal strength and his fist technique had reached a high level, placing him among the top disciples.

For a moment, the disciples felt uneasy.

He was afraid that Chu Hong would remember his provocations and taunts over the past few days and come looking for trouble.

Almost instantly, all the outer disciples hanging on the courtyard wall disappeared.

Pang Hai's gaze fell on Chu Hong.

He knew that Chu Hong was not so easy to deal with.

Fortunately, he had a backup plan.

"Chu Hong wins!"

Beside him, Zhuang Chengfeng announced the results, but his expression was not good.

"Yu Wei, your boxing techniques are not flexible enough. You should... practice that punch more."

"Chu Hong, although your boxing skills have reached a high level, you need to... Also, don't try to do too much at once. Go down and reflect on your actions."

Chu Hong cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

He slowly stepped aside and looked up at Pang Hai not far away.

But then he saw Pang Hai staring at him with a smile on his face.

Seeing Chu Hong looking over, he pretended to praise him and nodded at Chu Hong.

It seemed to be praising Chu Hong for his rapid progress.

Chu Hongchong raised his fist and responded with a smile.

"Junior Brother Chu, are you alright?" Song Yue came over and took Chu Hong's hand to check him.

Chu Hong waved his hand and smiled, "Senior Sister Song, do I look like I have something on my mind?"

When he fought Yu Wei, he didn't even use his full strength.

How could Yu Wei possibly harm him?

Soon all the inner court disciples had finished their examinations, and Zhuang Chengfeng was preparing to wrap things up.

But then a burly young man stepped forward: "Master, this disciple wishes to have another match with Junior Brother Chu."

"Um?"

Zhuang Chengfeng never expected that there would be such a change in the process of testing him.

However, he would not allow his disciples to fight each other because of personal grudges.

Zhuang Chengfeng's eyes were fixed on the boy:

"Little Six, why do you want to fight Chu Hong? If you don't have a reasonable reason, I won't agree."

The sixth-grade boy's gaze was sharp as he explained:

"Master, I can't stand his hypocritical attitude. He clearly won just now, but he still mocked and ridiculed his fellow disciples."

"This disciple dares to instruct him on manners on behalf of Master, so that he may know that we should live in harmony!"

He practically screamed the last four words through gritted teeth.

His tone was heavy as a mountain.

Like Yu Wei, he was a pawn of Pang Hai.

This reason was nothing more than a made-up excuse.

But he knew that his master would agree.

Sure enough, after pondering for a few moments, Zhuang Chengfeng turned to look at Chu Hong:

"Chu Hong, will you accept the challenge?"

To be fair, he didn't want his disciples to fight amongst themselves.

But Xiao Liu's words touched him.

Chu Hong's words after defeating Yu Wei had truly displeased him.

In his view, they were all fellow disciples and should indeed get along well.

However, Chu Hong's actions since entering the inner courtyard clearly contradict this.

Therefore, it's good to give him a simple lesson and let him know the rules.

Chu Hong remained calm and composed, stepped forward, and said:

"Master, your disciple is ready to accept the challenge."

"But I have one request: if I am lucky enough to win, I would like to invite someone to spar with me."

Zhuang Chengfeng nodded in agreement without the slightest hesitation.

He took it as Chu Hong simply trying to save face and didn't think he could beat Xiao Liu.

After all, Xiao Liu is not as good as Yu Wei. His boxing skills have already reached a high level, and he has rich combat experience.

Punishing Chu Hong would be a piece of cake.

"If that's the case, then try again!"

"clang!"

"The duel begins!"

This time, Chu Hong was much more serious than before, putting in nine-tenths of his effort to finish the battle quickly.

He launched the first attack, moving like lightning and leaving afterimages as he attacked Xiao Liu.

Xiao Liu only saw a blur before Chu Hong was already right in front of him, exuding immense pressure.

He raised his arms to defend himself, only to see Chu Hong already behind him, his soft palm striking down.

His face changed drastically, and he immediately lay down on the spot without any regard for his image, quickly rolling to the side.

Then, he rolled his body again to dodge Chu Hong's icy leg.

But before he could get up, Chu Hong was already standing nearby.

One leg kept getting bigger.

"I......"

"Bang!"

He suffered a severe abdominal injury, and the immense force propelled him a great distance.

Even though Chu Hong had absorbed most of his internal energy, he still felt as if his internal organs had been shattered.

He lay curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach, gasping for breath.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Liu. I understand the rules now!"

Chu Hong looked down at him and spoke calmly, a hint of mockery and disdain deliberately appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Liu glared fiercely at Chu Hong, but didn't say a word.

He was puzzled as to why Chu Hong had suddenly become so strong.

"Chu Hong wins!"

Zhuang Chengfeng frowned and announced the result with a sigh.

"Chu Hong, go down and reflect on what I just said. Alright, today's test is over."

This time, he didn't offer any further guidance. He simply said a few words, then got up, told Pang Hai to prepare to leave.

Chu Hong stepped forward and said, "Master, I still have one match to compete in."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Chengfeng stared at Chu Hong, slightly impatient:

"Who do you want to compare yourself to?"

Chu Hong cupped his hands in greeting, then turned to gaze intently at Pang Hai:

"This disciple wishes to spar with Senior Brother Pang; I hope Master will grant his permission!"