C11

Wan An dojo, the main hall.

The master of the dojo was holding a teacup as he listened to his eldest disciple, Zhang Mo, with his tiger-like eyes half-closed.

This was because Zhang Mo was very clear that Wan Shangzhi was a person who didn't want to see the slightest bit of dust in his eyes. He hated it when others lied to him.

Zhang Mo was not that stupid.

Wan Shangzhi quietly listened to Zhang Mo's words. He still maintained his silence, but his expression became increasingly gloomy.

The body of this top-grade Silver rank Fighter seemed to exude an invisible might, silently enveloping the entire hall. It made all the disciples present go silent, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

They were all very clear that the head was in an extremely bad mood!

As for Zhang Mo, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. After struggling for a while, he said, "Master, this is disciple's fault. I hope master can punish me!"

Wan Shangzhi humphed and slammed the teacup in his hand on the table.

Wan Yunfang, who was standing beside him, gently shook her father's arm and pleaded for Zhang Mo: "Daddy, eldest senior brother didn't do it on purpose. Who would've thought that Nie Er Hua was a Star rank Star rank Warrior and he even injured eldest senior brother."

Actually, although Nie Feng's palm had defeated Zhang Mo, it didn't cause much damage to the latter. As both of them were Star martial artists, Zhang Mo was a High Level Black Iron Warrior, and Nie Feng hadn't even managed to cultivate the Star Wheel.

It was only because Zhang Mo was too careless that he suffered a huge loss at Nie Feng's hands.

The reason why Wan Yunfang purposely talked about this matter in a serious manner was simply to excuse Zhang Mo, and to give Nie Feng some eyewitness medicine at the same time.

She did not have the slightest good impression of Nie Feng. Who knew what luck had brought him to become a Star rank? Just thinking about it made her nauseous.

If Nie Feng were to become his junior brother under Wan Shangzhi, Wan Yunfang really wouldn't be able to stand it!

The pearl in his palm begged for mercy in a soft voice, causing Wan Shangzhi's eyes to flash a look of helplessness, but he immediately became serious and solemn again.

He said in a deep voice, "Mo'er, you are my eldest disciple, the eldest senior brother of all the disciples of the dojo. You represent the face of our Wan An Martial School. Every word and action should be an example to everyone!"

"When the news of Nie Erwa coming to find me as my disciple and being kicked out of my house without a care for etiquette spread, how will others view you? How will they view our Wan Ang Martial Arts School, saying that I, Wan Shangzhi, do nothing for them?"

This sentence was a bit heavy, so Zhang Mo immediately knelt down, "Disciple understands his wrongs!"

Wan Shangzhi usually taught his disciples sternly, but if he didn't admit that he had committed a crime as a disciple, it would only make him more disgusted.

Instead, admitting one's mistakes in time can win the greatest amount of tolerance.

Wan Yunfang felt her heart ache as she quickly said: "Daddy, that Nie Erwa is a rake. He often does things like stealing chickens and dogs. How could he be qualified to be your disciple? He will only ruin our dojo's reputation!"

Several other disciples followed along, "Yes, yes. Nie Erwa did not do any good deeds!"

"I heard that he loves to gamble. He even cheated after losing the bet!"

"When he was in the dojo, he didn't lose anything, so I had my suspicions …"

"Right, right!"

These disciples also disliked Nie Feng. Aside from the past impression, the most important thing was that, all of a sudden, the originally useless characters in their eyes would soar into the sky and become Star ranks. They could even become Wan Shangzhi's direct disciples and even surpass them.

Therefore, now that they had Wan Yunfang charging in front of them, they naturally had to wave the flag and shout, using all their strength to denounce Nie Feng.

In fact, although the previous Nie Erwa was a naughty and dissolute person, she did not commit any real evil deeds. She wasn't as vile as these disciples had described her to be.

Zhang Mo, who was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, had a proud look on his face.

He did not believe that Wan Shangzhi would be indifferent to a lie. As a result, he would no longer be held responsible.

"Humph!"

Just as everyone was getting excited, a cold snort filled with anger suddenly sounded out.

This voice was like a plate of ice water that suddenly splashed on everyone's heads, causing them to suddenly wake up.

Silence.

Wan Shangzhi said in a resentful tone: "Do you guys remember that in three months, our Star Arena Martial Arts Competition will begin?"

"In the last Star Test, only Zhang Mo from our dojo entered the top ten. Then, who among you has the confidence to enter the top ten again?"

As before, no one made a sound. The complacency on Zhang Mo's face instantly turned into fear.

The Stellar Martial Competition was the most influential Martial Arts Gathering in all of Nanyuan City. It was held once every two years by the City Lord's Mansion. The participants were all young star martial artists below silver rank.

The Star Platform Martial Arts Competition was very important for the several martial arts schools in Southcloud City. In the last Martial Competition, Zhang Mo was lucky enough to get into the top ten.

Could he still have this kind of luck in this year's Stellar Martial Arts Competition?

The last time he participated in the Martial Competition, Zhang Mo was already a High Level Black Iron Warrior.

Zhang Mo could hear Wan Shangzhi's dissatisfaction towards him from his words!

Wan Yunfang was not convinced, "Daddy, could it be that you can rely on that Nie Er?"

Of course she knew the importance of the Martial Competition. However, Nie Feng had just become a Star martial artist and didn't even have a chance to grasp the cultivation technique to connect to the chakra. Wasn't participating in the Martial Competition three months later a joke?

Wan Shangzhi said in a deep voice: "I don't know if Nie Er would be able to break through to the Star rank, but he must have a very high talent in martial arts, it's just that he was buried in the past. How can we miss such a genius coming to our doorstep?"

"Besides, if he is unable to participate in this year's Stellar Martial Arts Competition, there will still be a next time!"

All the disciples present were unconvinced, however, they could not refute Wan Shangzhi's argument, because even the few Star rank disciples, including Zhang Mo and Wan Yunfang, relied on Wan Shangzhi's help to complete their recent breakthrough, and successfully condensed their star essence.

It wasn't that he couldn't breakthrough by himself, it was just that it was extremely difficult and dangerous without the protection of powerful warriors.

Since Nie Feng was able to do it, then he was truly stronger than them. It wasn't wrong to call him a genius.

The pampered Wan Yunfang was at a loss for words.

She knew her father's temperament was firm and determined. She was powerless to change what she had decided.

Was that damned Nie Er Wa really going to be her Junior Brother?

Wan Yunfang's teeth were all itching.

Wan Shangzhi stood up and asked: "Do any of you know where Nie Erwa's home is?"

Speaking of Nie Feng, he didn't have much of an impression of Nie Feng's previous self. That was because the latter was just an ordinary disciple at Wan An Martial Arts School. Although he had been studying for almost three years, he wasn't a match for many disciples.

These disciples with no future were merely tools for Wan Shangzhi to amass wealth in his dojo.

A disciple hesitated for a moment before replying, "Master, disciple knows."

"Very good …"

Wan Shangzhi nodded and said: "Then go and invite Nie Er Wa back right now and tell her that I want to meet him. Remember to be polite and not put on the airs of a senior."

The disciple quickly said, "Disciple doesn't dare."

After hesitating for a moment, he added, "Right, Master. Now, Nie Er'er's name is Nie Feng."

"Nie Feng?"

Wan Shangzhi recited it once and then waved his hand: "Got it. You can go."

At this moment, no one noticed that Zhang Mo, who was still kneeling on the ground, was tightly gritting his teeth with a sinister look in his eyes.

Nie Feng!

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