The Crazy Son-In-Law

Sikong Chen just got the report and learned the identity of Song Qingzhou and the purpose of his trip, but Sikong Chen did not feel that he would be a threat.

Behind Song Qingzhou stood a young man in his early thirties, and he looked tough.

What a pity. He did not seem to never practice his internal energy, and he only tried to use brute force and combat techniques to win every fight.

Sikong Chen secretly sneered.

He had enough confidence in his strength. This time the championship was his!

Time passed and the match officially started.

The person on the stage was none other than the monk from Shaolin that Hou Cheng talked about. Although he had left that temple, he was still wearing a worn robe. He had short hair, a square face, thick shoulders, and a steady stance. He was like a big hard rock on the stage.

Every time he threw his fist, his fist was decisive, powerful as well as confident.

He defeated five challengers in a row.

Each victory in the mid-tier ring would bring him twenty thousand, but it was a drop in the bucket compared to the stakes on the stage.

More than a dozen beautiful women in cheongsams were around the ring, who seemed out of place in the rough wildness. They carried trays to collect the stakes, which went from a few thousand to tens of thousands.

Since Song Qingzhou and Old School Society were here this year, in the mid-tier ring they have met many big shots, and a fight would involve millions or even tens of millions of dollars at stake.

At this point a short man, half-naked and wearing red shorts, jumped into the ring to begin his challenge.

“Brother, which side are we going to bet on for this one?” Hou Chenghe asked, patting Xiao Shun’s shoulder.

In the first few games, with Xiao Shun’s guide, Song Linger had won every bet, and her bet had risen from a few hundred thousand to two million, while Long San felt even more anxious. They got that money so easily, and he couldn’t even afford the bets.

So Song Linger gave him one hundred thousand, and he made more than twenty thousand in the two games after that. He could no longer stop smiling having the money.

At first Hou Chenghe never believed Xiao Shun, but after a few games he was finally convinced.

Xiao Shun narrowed his eyes for a moment, “The monk will win.”NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“Impossible, right? It has been a few games, and I think he is already a bit exhausted.” Hou Chenghe said half-heartedly.

“Wait and see.” Xiao Shun did not explain, and he never like to explain.

Although Hou Chenghe was a bit hesitant, he still placed a bet of five million.

As expected, that Shaolin monk won, but at this time the crowd on the stage was already convinced by the monk’s strength, so most of them bet on him to win, and as a result they didn’t win much.

“Just good luck.” Liang Han smirked in the back.

“Brother, now if Liang Han gets on the stage, can he win that monk?” Hou Chenghe asked. Now anyone could get in the ring, so he wanted Liang Han to wait a bit, save his strength for the last moment and then get the champion, but he couldn’t help but feel curious.

“He can’t.” Xiao Shun replied indifferently.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You just have some luck and you think you’re something, right?! You think you’re something, and you dare to blabber about everything here.” Liang Han instantly became furious and roared in a low voice.

He was hot-tempered. He already felt displeased when he heard what Xiao Shun said at the hotel, and at this moment he thought Xiao Shun was clearly humiliating him.

Although Liang Han was proud, he knew what he was capable of. He did not have the confidence to deal with those monsters in the high-tier fights, but he felt that he was pretty sure that he could deal with this mid-tier ring.

Now that he was so looked down upon, he was filled with anger.

“Then you should go and try.” Song Linger heard what he said and turned around and sneered.

“You can get in the ring if you want to prove yourself. You can’t prove anything with cursing.”

“He will be defeated in thirty seconds!”

Liang Han’s fists were clenched and he got up expansively and walked towards the stage.

Hou Chenghe knew Liang Han’s strength, and he should have bet on him to win anyway, but after he heard Xiao Shun’s words, he felt a little hesitant. In the end, he made a compromise and bet two million on Liang Han.

Xiao Shun could see that the monk should have grown up in a mountain monastery since childhood and had a solid foundation. He may have never practiced internal energy, but he had been nourished by the intense spiritual energy in the mountains for more than a decade, so he had an excellent physique and recoverd much faster than ordinary people.

Not surprisingly, in less than two minutes Liang Han had been knocked to the ground and had to admit defeat. He then angrily left the ring and never returned to his seat.

“Mr. Song, what do you think of this monk?”

On the other side, Sikong Chen looked at Song Qingzhou with a complicated smile and said.

“It’s a talent.”

“Is that so? Maybe to you he is a talent, but to us, he is just an ordinary person.” Sikong Chen said disdainfully.

Song Qingzhou’s face was a little gloomy.

“Is there no one else?” At this moment the monk on the stage shouted with a proud face, and his gaze swept over the audience.

“Looks like I should go to the high tier now.”

If no one else went up, then the winner of the mid-tier ring would be him, and he could continue to participate in the high tier tournament tomorrow.

Song Qingzhou didn’t do anything. As long as Old School Society didn’t win the championship, then he had accomplished his mission. As for who won the championship, it was not his concern.

“Young Master…” said Suyin, who wanted to say something.

Sikong Chen nodded gently.

Suyin gathered his energy and walked over quickly. When he was still a few meters away from the ring, he rose up in the air and landed lightly on top of the ring.

A quick flash of consternation crossed the face of that monk. He had also seen those Shaolin masters do something like that, but they never could do it as easily as this old man.

And when he felt the aura emanating from this old man he couldn’t help but tense up.

Now that someone from Old School Society came on stage, and the audience on stage then broke out into a commotion.

“If you want to win the championship, you have to defeat me first.”

Suyin’s beady and greedy gaze on him was like he had found a prey.

They had all heard of Old School Society, of course, and they had all seen the dazzling moves Suyin had just made, and the audience on the stage had thrown their chips at him.

The monk put up his palm in front of his chest and saluted, “Please!”

At that, the monk had rushed to him. His big, decisive and powerful fist had smashed toward Cebu Yin with a strong gush of wind.

Suyin easily sidestepped and casually waved his hand to push away the arm the monk had already swung in front of him.

The monk was immediately hit by a thousand pound heavy force and felt a numb pain through his arm. His heart subconsciously jolted.

So what they said about the Old School Society was really true!

He had heard some rumors about Old School Society, and he thought they were just making up the stories. He felt that of course Shaolin was the best of the kung fu schools, and that was until today.

Everyone could see the difference between the two!

“They are not even from the same level!”

“They’re like a three-year-old fighting an adult. He better just admit defeat.”

“It looks like what they said is true, Old School Society will definitely win the championship this year.”

“That’s it for today. Let’s look forward to tomorrow’s game.”

There was a lot of chatter in the crowd.