Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 143

Yun Muyu, who was still preoccupied with all those famous martial artists and exciting matches, gasped in surprise when she heard the young man’s words. She exclaimed with her slightly parted red lips, “Eight hundred thousand? That’s two years’ worth of my pocket money! I have to starve myself for two years to return your money!”

“Muyu, what are you talking about? You’re too kind, there’s no need to be so polite to me!” The young man pretended to be angry and affectionate at the same time. “As long as it's something that you like, it doesn’t matter if it’s costly, or if it will be dangerous, I will always do it for you.”

“Oh well, thanks then, Qiao Hong!” Yun Muyu smiled cheerfully and she was on her way to find a seat, waiting for the match to start eagerly.

“No problem!” Qiao Hong grinned. Leering at Yun Muyu’s slim and sensuous back, and her fair and beautiful legs, Qiao Hong smiled with an indecent look in his eyes.

Yun Muyu was the girl that he had pursued for one year. Unlike those shallow girls, Yun Muyu, who was born into a wealthy family, was extremely naïve and innocent. Normal luxurious cars and branded handbags were simply not enough to impress her. Luckily, she was very obsessed with martial arts, which included all kinds of fighting styles and matches.

Coincidently, Qiao Hong, a Taekwondo expert himself, who was born into a martial arts family, after using various connections and spending quite some amount of money, finally managed to get two tickets for the day’s ‘Grand Jiangbei Match’. He hoped he could use the tickets to win Yun Muyu’s heart.

Aww, too bad I’m not qualified enough. I can only watch the live-streamed match from the large screen outdoors. If I can go indoors and watch those martial arts experts fight live with my own eyes, I’m sure I can get the girl in bed with me soon! Qiao Hong thought with a disappointed look in his eyes, though he was convinced that his dream would come true one day.

He observed the surroundings, trying to find an ideal place nearer to the ring. Coincidently, he spotted Chu Feng’s seat.

“Hey bro, I want your seat!” Qiao Hong commanded flatly while looking downward at Chu Feng. He flexed his muscles, exposing his strong arms and the calluses on his knuckles on purpose to show off his unusually good fighting ability.

Under normal conditions, people would simply surrender the seat—no matter how reluctant they were—to avoid a tall and brawny man like Qiao Hong. He almost never failed in getting his way whenever he did this. But unfortunately, his little trick did not work on Chu Feng this day. Chu Feng remained still in his seat while scrolling his cell phone, completely ignoring Qiao Hong.

Qiao Hong was mortified. He thought, How dare the punk ignore me?

“Qiao Hong, it’s okay, we can find somewhere else to sit,” Yun Muyu suggested. She frowned as she thought of Qiao Hong’s rude behavior just now. However, her words infuriated Qiao Hong, who felt humiliated in front of a beautiful girl like Yun Muyu; he simply could not leave things as they were.

“Hey, I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?” Qiao Hong smirked as he waved his large palm and slapped Chu Feng’s shoulder.

This really upset Qiao Hong, who felt he lost both his pride and his girl. Qiao Hong was embarrassed and ashamed at the same time. With his eyes burning in rage, he furiously pointed at Chu Feng and growled, “Hey punk, what’s the meaning of this? Are you making fun of me? You’re simply lucky when you managed to escape my slap just now. Come on, let’s have a one-on-one fight then! Do you dare to accept my challenge?”

Qiao Hong took off his sweater with style; his bulging muscles and veins were visible under the thin white shirt.

In a panic, Yun Muyu desperately tried to stop Qiao Hong. After all, Qiao Hong was the Vice President of the Taekwondo Club in their college. Besides, he was the champion for several province-level Taekwondo competitions; she was sure that Chu Feng was certainly no match for him.

However, Chu Feng simply smirked at the arrogant and intimidating Qiao Hong. “Challenge me in a one-on-one fight? You?”

He spread his fingers and grabbed the metal block on the seat while applying a slight pressure on the metal. Crack! Using a mere 1% of his strength, a clear metal tearing noise was heard and five holes the shape of his fingers could be seen on the metal block after Chu Feng raised his hand.

Huh? Qiao Hong was dumbfounded. He gasped in utter shock. This fellow is so strong that he actually pierces the metal block with his bare hand? He must be at least a third-class Observable Energy practitioner.