Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Hong Meiling.

This name was unfamiliar to many viewers—no, even to the vast majority of the contestants at the event.

However, from today onwards, Hong Meiling's name will be remembered by many people!

Team Wave and Team Super Weapon, this final round is a great battle of generals!

See:

White shirts billow in the waves, green robes wrap around rainbows.

This is the true meaning of killing fist, that is the true skill manifested in stillness.

They met for the first time on the court, and both sides were in high spirits.

The force of fists and feet reveals the strength of blows; in spiritual practice, it is difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior.

Waves surge like thunder, dragons soar, rainbow bridges rise high, koi carp leap.

The Assassination Fist is passed down through generations, with disciples continuing from ancient times to the present.

The martial arts demon has traversed countless years, yet its physical form remains, never seeking even a moment's respite.

This debate was not about the difference between ancient and modern times, nor about the distinction between humans and demons.

It truly represents a long journey in martial arts.

Let us all maintain a steadfast heart!

The two fought back and forth on the ring for more than eighty rounds without a clear winner.

To an uninformed viewer, it would be astonishing that Hong Meiling could fight Long, the successor of the Assassination Fist, to such an evenly matched degree.

However, some of the contestants present noticed something amiss.

"Zheng Jing, is it just my imagination?"

Gently tugging at Zheng Jing's hand, Lin tilted her head back and whispered to Zheng Jing, "I always feel that Master Hong..."

"It's not an illusion."

"...Then wouldn't Master Long be..."

Compared to Hong Meiling, with whom she only spent one night, Rin naturally preferred Master Long, who had given her guidance several times on the ship.

Hearing the worry in her voice, Zheng Jing chuckled softly.

"Don't worry, it seems that Master Long has a better chance of winning now."

Rin was taken aback by these words.

At that very moment, the situation on the stage changed.

After another exchange of blows, Long, who had distanced himself from Meiling, did not immediately advance again.

He stared at Meiling, a faint blue energy fluctuation emanating from his strong body.

"Well?"

Seeing this, Meiling's face showed obvious surprise for the first time.

"So... the Assassination Fist school can actually take such a path?"

"...Why are you so familiar with our sect?"

Having fought for so long, even the focused Ryu couldn't help but voice this question that had been on his mind.

He could clearly sense that Hong Meiling was very familiar with the techniques of the Assassination Fist.

It's not the type to come up with solutions through observation and data collection; if I had to say...

Long felt as if this was Hong Meiling, who had also practiced assassination techniques!

"I know a little bit, I know a little bit."

Hong Meiling smiled somewhat shyly, then lowered her center of gravity.

"Compared to this, time is limited. If things continue like this and it really turns into a stalemate, that would be a real headache, right?"

She smiled and said, "How about we settle this with one move?"

From Hong Meiling's confident smile and curious eyes, Long realized what she was thinking.

"...Sir, be careful!"

He did not refuse.

Because he also wanted to see what kind of power Hong Meiling could use to deal with his Void Realm!

Long, who was positioned on the right side of the ring, brought his palms together and tucked them into his waist.

At the same time, Hong Meiling, who was on the left side of the ring, also got into a fighting stance.

Waves surged and rolled, and colorful light flowed.

The next moment, both sides attacked simultaneously!

Vacuum Wave Fist -

Correct!

—Rainbow Qigong Cannon!

"boom!!"

-

"Haha! Sorry, Little Athena and Ranma..."

Below the ring, Hong Meiling, who had lost to the Wave Team, stood with her hands behind her back, apologizing to Athena Asamiya and Ranma with a sheepish expression.

"Please don't say that, Master Hong. My master said that for a martial artist, one must learn to accept victory and defeat as normal. Besides, we've all done our best, and that's enough! Isn't that right, Ranma?"

"this......"

Ranma sighed, "It's a pity we didn't make it out of the next round, but we can accept it since our opponents were Takashi and his team."

"Right! More importantly, Master Hong, are you really alright?"

Athena leaned closer to Hong Meiling with concern: "Mr. Long's move was incredibly powerful. I was terrified when I saw you get blasted out of the ring!"

"It's alright, it's alright!"

Meiling shook her head repeatedly.

The more the two younger members of the team cared about her and the more open-minded they were about winning and losing, the more embarrassed she felt.

After all, the outcome of this match...

"I—hiss!"

Meiling gasped involuntarily when her hand was suddenly poked.

"Are you really alright?"

Turning her head, she saw Zheng Jing squatting behind her, his hand still poking her wound.

"big--"

Meiling instinctively opened her mouth, but when she saw Zheng Jing raise his eyebrows, she quickly swallowed her words back.

"Ahem, Master, how are you?"

"Zheng Jing! What are you doing?"

Ranma raised his eyebrows, took two steps forward, and stood between Zheng Jing and Mei Ling.

"Master Hong, you're really hurt somewhere, aren't you?"

Athena reached out and took Meiling's hand to examine it, clearly having noticed her presence.

"No, no, no! I really didn't—wait?"

Meiling, shaking her head as she withdrew her hand, suddenly felt the stinging pain in her palm completely disappear.

She quickly raised her hand, looked at her fair palm, and immediately understood whose credit it was.

"Thank you so much, Master!"

She clasped her hands in a fist salute to Zheng Jingyi.

"Oh! It's nothing, it's nothing."

Zheng Jing waved his hand and stood up.

“Master Long’s power of nothingness is no joke, remember that.”

"Your Excellency... I will remember this!"

"Given your situation, why did you suddenly decide to participate in a competition?"

"Well, I had some connection with Zhen Yuanzhai back in the day."

"Oh."

Zheng Jing nodded, and seeing Mei Ling bowing with her hands clasped and head bowed, he chuckled.

"Hey! Don't be so formal, it's alright, I'm glad you're okay. I'm off now, Old Sang asked me to have lunch and exercise together, Ranma, are you coming?"

Ranma shook his head like a rattle drum.

"I'm not going! The two of you alone are enough to keep me from getting through this!"

"Hey kid! So many people are begging us to take you on, but we can't!"

With a smile, Zheng Jing pointed at Ranma, then turned and walked away without lingering.

"This guy..."

Ranma muttered something as he watched Zheng Jing's retreating figure.

"Master Hong, do you know that... Master Zheng?"

Last night she was calling him Mr. Zheng, and now she's started calling him Master Zheng. I have to say, Athena is a very understanding girl.

"this......"

Meiling looked hesitant.

"Should I say I know them, or is it someone with a far-reaching reputation...?"

"Eh?"

"No, no, it's nothing!"

-

How Meiling ultimately managed to get away with it is another story.

The second morning's match, the third game of the tournament, ended in victory for the Wave team.

The appearance of another super newcomer, Hong Meiling, has reignited the enthusiasm of many viewers around the world who were initially disappointed by the lack of familiar faces at this year's convention.

But this is not the end.

In this tournament, besides Team Tohsaka, another team composed entirely of newcomers defeated Team Ikari, composed of three tournament veterans—Clark, Ralf, and Leona—on the afternoon of the second day with overwhelming force.

This new band is called Hell Band.

Chapter 233: Isn't this a kind of innate divine power?

After the second day of competition, the luxurious villa where the champion team was staying welcomed three visitors.

It was the three members of the Ikari Warriors.

After Goenitz's death, Heidern did not lower his guard against the Eight Orochi Warriors. On the contrary, he paid even more attention to their movements because of Goenitz's last words.

This view coincides with that of Chizuru Kagura.

After that, the two began to cooperate in investigating the remaining eight heroes.

Considering that the ultimate goal of the remaining eight generals is likely to win the championship through the competition, thereby prompting that one to revive Orochi, Chizuru suggested that Heidern start by investigating the tournament invitations that were sent out, especially the two anonymous invitations.

Facts have shown that this line of thinking is correct.

"I think they're the ones!"

Once inside and seated, Ralph got down to business and offered his opinion frankly.