Chapter 15: Observing Wu

  Sun Yan stared blankly at the unknown man, wanting to fight as soon as they met? Isn't this a masquerade ball? Is it a masquerade brawl party?

  Chen Wang adjusted his white gloves and smiled: "What? I come to your Chang family's banquet, haven't even had a cup of wine, and you want to throw the guest out?"

  The man walked up close, his massive body like a giant bear making the surrounding light seem to dim down. He raised his chin and said proudly: "Don't waste your breath on me! Chen Wang, last time you luckily won one move against me, but this time, you're not so lucky. If you want to drink, let's talk after we finish fighting."

  Chang's residence? The Chang family of Luoshan City? Sun Yan took a look at the mansion and realized what this place was.

  Behind him, Chen Bo said in a low voice: "Sun Shao, this person is Young Master's friend, Chang Cheng."

  Sun Yan raised an eyebrow, no wonder this man wanted to fight as soon as he came up, the entire Luoshan City qualified to say that only Feng Lingxue and Chang Cheng were young.

  But is this person really a student? Sun Yan looked at Chang Cheng with suspicion, feeling that he seemed to be quite old, in short, looking very mature.

  Chang Cheng immediately felt Sun Yan's gaze, and glared at him, saying: "Hey, kid, what are you looking at? Were you brought in by that little brat Chen Wang? This is really interesting, after we're done fighting Chen Wang, let's have a few more rounds."

  He said, looking at Chang Cheng with a serious expression, then shook his head, "A first-class martial artist? Forget it."

  Chen Wang smiled and said: "A Yan, let me introduce you, this is my friend Chang Cheng. Chang Cheng..."

  "Don't give me that nonsense! Don't try to sweet-talk me." Chang Cheng dragged Chen Wang away without another word, "Let me tell you, Chen Wang. If you don't accompany me for a good fight this time, don't even think about going back tonight."

  "Hey, Chang Cheng, you rascal, I'm introducing friends to you with good intentions, don't regret it later."

  "Regret? What's there to regret. You little brat, shut up for me, just wait a bit and we can settle this with our fists."

  Looking at the two people who were pulling and tugging, Sun Yan couldn't help but smile. He and his best friend Mu Tong were also like this, but he didn't know how wonderful the competition between the two young geniuses would be.

  Chen Bo said after his death: "Sun Shao, let's go together. The fighting skills of the Chang family are unique and Chang Shao is the best among the younger generation of the Chang family. Sun Shao will definitely not be disappointed."

  Sun Yan's eyes lit up, he had been thinking of this for a long time. Since Old Man Chen said so, he naturally wouldn't be polite.

  A group of four people walked towards the depths of the manor, and after a while, they arrived at a garden behind the manor. The place was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, quiet and secluded, and the joyful music from earlier could no longer be heard here.

  "Good place, really a good place for field battles!"

  In an instant, Chen and Wang were left speechless. Chang Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then looked Sun Yan up and down again before bursting into laughter: "I thought you were just like this Chen Wang fellow, a blockhead who doesn't know the joys of being a man! Women, fine wine, martial arts - that's what life is all about! Not bad, not bad at all. You've got good taste, kid. Let's get to know each other better later."

  Looking at the two who regretted meeting each other late, Chen Wang shook his head in dismay, "A true shame for warriors!"

  "Cut the crap! Let's have a good fight first!" Chang Cheng laughed loudly, and with a sudden burst of speed, he shot forward like an arrow. His two arms swung out in unison, like a giant bear pouncing forward, and fiercely chopped down towards Chen Wang's head, unstoppable.

  Chen Wang's left foot retreated, one front and one back in a bow step, his arms suddenly became extremely flexible, quickly popping out, wrapping around Chang Cheng's double arms.

  Bang!

  A burst of strong wind was emitted from the collision of the two arms, blowing Sun Yan's hair slightly upwards. Stunned, he stared at the two people exchanging blows and discovered that Chen Wang and Chang Cheng were using the same whip-like technique, both having reached perfection level. However, their momentum was vastly different; Chang Cheng's whip-like technique was also a perfect blend of softness and hardness, but it was fierce and unstoppable, while Chen Wang's aura was one of superiority, as if he had already secured victory.

  Why is there such a big difference in the same whip-like move when performed by two people? And yet, Sun's own "Three Forms of Soldiers" have all reached perfection, but lack the astonishing momentum of the two.

  Seeing Sun Yan's confusion, Chen Bo said in a low voice: "Sun Shao, the Chang family's 'Powerful Enemy Thousand Jin' is famous for its ferocity, while our Chen family's 'Victory and Defeat of the King' is like a king commanding an army, with victory but no defeat. With this skill, the internal yuan will have distinctly different power."

  Sun Yan suddenly realized and subconsciously asked: "After arriving at Emperor Feng Academy, can I learn similar techniques?"

  "Of course, the library of Imperial Wind is renowned as the best in the Southern Domain. The techniques and skills collected there are far beyond what our four major families in Luo Mountain can match. Sun Young Master will definitely not be disappointed." Chen Bohong replied with a smile on his face, knowing that this talented young man had already developed an intense longing for Imperial Wind Academy.

  In the blink of an eye, Chen Wang and Chang Cheng had exchanged dozens of blows. The two men fought faster and faster, with techniques such as "Troika", "Bear's Embrace", "Wind and Clouds", "Collapse Fist" and "Whirlwind Step" emerging one after another. Sun Yan watched with shining eyes, for he too had mastered these techniques to perfection. Yet when executed by these two men, they took on a completely different flavor, giving him an entirely new experience.

  As one of the three geniuses recognized by the young generation of Luoshan City, Chen Wang and Chang Cheng were both third-level warriors. With their third-level martial arts realm driving their combat skills, their power was naturally vastly different.

  It is said that among the three geniuses, Feng Lingxue's martial arts talent is exceptionally outstanding, and even in the entire Nanfeng domain, it is extremely famous. Sun Yan once heard classmates who liked to gossip talk about how Feng Lingxue was a rare talent, second only to the current Four Great Proud Suns, and would definitely become the pride of Luoshan City in the future.

  Just as he was getting excited, he suddenly saw Chang Cheng's expression condense, his body suddenly stopped moving, and his right arm muscles bulged like a dragon, his arm bent, his elbow moved, and a loud roar burst out, like the sound of a cannonball being launched.

  Elbow Cannon - 2nd Grade Battle Skill.

  Chen Wang's face sank, his arms crossed, palms facing outwards, fingers trembling slightly, like a butterfly dancing among flowers, as he grasped towards the cannonball-like elbow with the second-grade battle skill - [Butterfly Flutter].

  Bang!

  A loud, muffled sound shook Sun Yan's eardrums, but his eyes remained fixed and unwavering, staring intently at the two combatants. He was shocked to discover that he couldn't see through their fighting techniques.

  Since that strange night at the ancestral house, every martial art Sun Yan had come into contact with, he could grasp its essence as long as he took a glance. However, the martial arts used by Chen Wang and Chang Cheng earlier, Sun Yan felt that he could only grasp about one-third of it.

  Chen Bo's voice rang out in a timely manner, "Chang Shao just used the Chang family's [Elbow Cannon], and Young Master's is our Chen family's [Butterfly Chirp]. The practice of these two martial skills must be supplemented with unique internal strength techniques. Generally, a martial artist who doesn't know the internal strength technique can master about one-third of it, so it's not surprising that Sun Shao couldn't see through it."

  Sun Yan was lost in thought, and for the first time, he felt the vastness of martial arts, which was far from being as simple as he had imagined. To become an excellent martial artist, he still had a long way to go, and first, he must enter the Emperor Wind Academy.

  In his mind, the scene just replayed, Sun Yan's arm bent subconsciously, his elbow moved, a light hum sounded, and a thumb-thick mark was instantly drawn on the lawn.

  Sun Yan shook his head and sighed lightly, "Really can only grasp one-third of it!" Suddenly lost the interest to continue watching, "Chen Bo, I'm going to find some wine to drink."

  Chen Bo stared blankly at the back of Sun Yan as he walked away, then looked down at the half-meter-long mark on the ground. He could only stand there with a bitter smile, for what he said about grasping one-third was just an idealized statement.

  Sun Yan arrived at the front yard of the villa, where a banquet was in full swing. Couples were dancing in the dance pool, while people around them applauded and raised their glasses in elegant toasts.

  Looking at these people, Sun Yan was unimpressed. "Is this what you call drinking? What a pretentious show." He adjusted the mask on his face and sauntered towards the wine table. As he passed by each table, a bottle of wine would disappear with him.

  It's indeed the evening dress of the Starry Skyscraper! It's quite majestic, with good elasticity and value for money. Sun Yan held eight bottles of wine in his two hands, hidden under the evening dress, and walked through with an unchanged expression, disappearing at the other end of the front yard.

  He quietly walked towards the back of the manor, Sun Yan's face was beaming with joy. Not bad, not bad, he drank 6 bottles and left 2 bottles to bring back for his old father to quench his thirst. This wasn't the usual low-quality wine they drank, at least it was high-end wine worth tens of thousands of credit points per bottle. Father, you see how much I'm thinking of you... no, wait, father's body isn't good, can't drink too much! Heh heh, then I'll leave one bottle for him.

  Found a quiet place, Sun Yan just saw a pavilion in front of him, he looked around and rushed over quickly, his movements as agile as a leopard cat climbing to the top of the pavilion.

  Facing the evening breeze, from the top of the pavilion, one can vaguely see the scene of the front yard's lanterns shining brightly. Sun Yan opened a bottle of wine and gulped down several mouthfuls, sighing in intoxication: "The taste of high-end wine is indeed extraordinary! Drinking should be like this, drinking big mouthfuls, eating big mouthfuls of meat, sipping cup by cup like women, what flavor can that have?"

  There was a drunkard father, and Sun Yan's capacity for liquor would not be inferior. 8 bottles of wine were eliminated by him in a short while, 5 bottles were gone, and he couldn't help but feel a bit tipsy. He lay down on his back, gazing at the starry night sky, and Sun Yan thought about what had happened over the past few days, it was really like a dream.

  "Dad, just wait for me to enter the Emperor Wind Academy and become a high-level warrior. At that time, I'll bring mom back, and we can live happily together as a family of three. By then, you won't want to drink anymore, right?"

  A wave of intoxication surged up, Sun Yan felt dizzy and heavy-headed, the fatigue of the whole day swept over his body, with a hint of a smile he fell into a deep sleep.

  In his dream, this time he didn't see a beautiful woman with a colorful appearance, but instead saw a beautifully elegant woman holding hands with his father, the two standing together intimately. However, his father's appearance was strange, seeming to have become 50 years younger, and without his usual sloppy beard, looking handsome and charming. That's right, since I'm so handsome and dashing, my old man must be not far behind...

  It wasn't until a gentle breeze swept across his face that Sun Yan was startled awake, slowly emerging from his dream. A voice came from not far away, and Sun Yan furrowed his brow in confusion - why did this voice sound somewhat familiar?

  "Hey, miss, stop pretending to be aloof. Since you're alone in the backyard, aren't you looking for a man? Let's make the most of it while the party hasn't ended yet, I won't treat you unfairly."

  Sun Yan rubbed his dizzy head and sat up, squinting his eyes to look down, only to see in front of the pavilion, a man was blocking a girl's way, speaking with an air of superiority.

  The man was dressed in a black tuxedo, with a blue-purple mask on his face. He looked quite dashing, but to Sun Yan, he was just trash.

  Just a few days ago, there was a conflict, and Sun Yan naturally recognized this voice - Qian Lin, the waste who had been on par with him in Class C-69.

  Is this a fight in the wild? This guy's moral character is really despicable! Sun Yan squinted his drunken eyes, a cold intent floating on his face, and turned to look at the girl again. From his angle, he could only see the girl's side profile, but even so, just a glimpse of her side profile made him feel an inexpressible astonishment...