Chapter 67: Sparring

At high noon, the sunlight spilled perfectly across the earth, bright and warm.

At this very moment, Wang Tieshan arrived at the main hall together with other Martial Arts Hall Masters of his generation. As the owner of the Tieshan Martial Arts Hall,

his face was brimming with boldness and joy as he spoke: "I am very grateful to you all for honoring my Tieshan Martial Arts Hall with your presence at this Closed-door Disciple ceremony!"

Wang Tieshan's voice was resonant and powerful, as if it could pierce through the entire hall.

Wang Tieshan continued: "Today, I am extremely honored to introduce my prized student to everyone—Cheng Feng!"

Following his words, Cheng Feng stepped forward; his posture was upright, his expression resolute, and his eyes flashed with the light of self-confidence.

Wang Tieshan looked at Cheng Feng, his eyes full of pride and expectation; he believed that Cheng Feng would become a brilliant star in the martial arts world.

The crowd applauded one after another, expressing their congratulations to this young disciple.

Cheng Feng cupped his hands in a salute to the guests, expressing his respect for his master and all the seniors present.

As the various factions presented their congratulatory gifts, the young master of the Li Family, Li Mo, whispered to Cheng Feng: "Brother Cheng, I have already received news regarding that matter of yours. Once you are finished here, shall we go get drunk together?"

Cheng Feng had thought that Li Mo and the others still had no news, to the point that he had almost forgotten about it.

Listening to Li Mo's words, Cheng Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart.

After all, there was still a program that required his participation; he could not just run off with Li Mo.

Cheng Feng laughed heartily: "No problem. Also, thank you for congratulating me on being accepted as a Closed-door Disciple by my master. Let's have a chat once I'm done here."

Li Mo already had news on his end.

There was still no movement from Ninth Senior Brother Zhang Zhuo's side.

Oh well, this was like trying to arrange for someone to work at a top-tier hospital; the difficulty was not exactly low.

Since he could receive the olive branch extended by Li Mo,

Cheng Feng naturally would not be so unappreciative.

Cheng Feng followed his master, preparing to receive the gifts one by one.

Just then, a disciple from the nearby Wuying Martial Arts Hall said: "Hall Master Wang, this junior is curious as to how high Cheng Feng's aptitude and talent are, that you, sir, could decide on a Closed-door Disciple candidate so quickly?"

Wang Tieshan felt a sinking sensation in his heart; truly, he had to bring up the one thing that should not be mentioned.

Yet, he smiled on the surface: "Accepting disciples in this hall relies entirely on fate and talent; for Cheng Feng and me, it is mainly just fate."

Seeing that the disciple they pushed forward hadn't asked anything of substance, the other Hall Masters cursed Wang Tieshan for being an old fox.

Cheng Feng naturally remained a silent wooden statue.

A female disciple from the Yingyue Martial Arts Hall also stepped out, cupped her hands, and said: "This disciple is also curious, but I am curious about Senior Brother Cheng Feng's realm. I have heard that Senior Brother Cheng Feng has only been practicing martial arts for half a year; I wonder if Senior Brother Cheng Feng might offer some pointers?"

Cheng Feng looked silently at Wang Tieshan; in such a grand setting, he could only leave it to Wang Tieshan.

He had no reputation to speak of, so it was better not to speak.

This was the benefit brought by fame! If others all recognize you, they will naturally converse with you in a friendly manner; conversely, if they do not know you, the scene might become cold and awkward.

Seeing that Cheng Feng remained silent, a disciple walked out from the Hongshi Martial Arts Hall to the side. He reached out his hand toward Cheng Feng, cupped his hands in a salute, and said: "This disciple also wishes to know exactly what kind of strength Senior Brother Cheng Feng possesses?"

At this very moment, Wang Tieshan witnessed this scene and had already anticipated that these people would certainly take the opportunity to test him. Thus, he nodded slightly toward Cheng Feng, signaling his agreement to let him accept this challenge.

Cheng Feng instantly grasped Wang Tieshan's intent and responded readily: "That is excellent. I wonder if you two will come up together, or if you will challenge me one by one?"

In the time that followed, everyone moved to the Martial Arts Training Ground, and a series of friendly exchange sparring activities unfolded between the various Martial Arts Halls.

The first match began. Cheng Feng and that disciple from the Hongshi Martial Arts Hall stood facing each other on the Martial Arts Training Ground, the atmosphere tense to the extreme. The surrounding audience held their breath, their gazes focused on the two.

Hongshi uses the fist as its foundation, using the fist to practice Strength Refining, Skin Refining, and Blood Refining. Hongshi Fist is the direct-line technique of the Martial Arts Hall, taught to those who have just entered the Inner Sect, focusing primarily on being overbearing and fierce.

The two set their stances.

Suddenly, Cheng Feng moved! His movements were as swift as a gale, charging toward his opponent with a straight-fist stance. The opponent clearly had not anticipated this surprise attack and was instantly beaten into a retreat, defending left and right until Cheng Feng spotted an opening.

In the end, Cheng Feng finished the battle with a sharp offensive and won the victory.

That disciple wearing the Hongshi Martial Arts Hall attire cupped his hands and stepped down.

Immediately following was the second contest; this time, the opponent came from the Wuying Martial Arts Hall.

The Wuying Martial Arts Hall focuses on leg techniques.

However, facing such a formidable enemy, Cheng Feng still showed no fear. Both sides traded blows, neither giving an inch, but Cheng Feng was always able to seize the opportunity at the critical moment to launch a counterattack. After a fierce competition, the winner was finally decided—Cheng Feng won again!

The final match was even more eye-catching: a beautiful female disciple stood out, wanting to test her skills against Cheng Feng. This match could be described as brilliant, colorful, and lively! The female disciple's posture was agile and graceful yet lacked no sense of power; while Cheng Feng was fierce, powerful, and skilled in technique. When the two's fists and palms met, they emitted crisp sounds like the beating of drums, pleasant to the ear... The entire scene was full of passion and vitality, making one's blood boil! Although the female disciple's strength was not bad, she was ultimately no match for Cheng Feng's exquisite skills and deep foundation, and she was defeated...