You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts

Tao Zhiliang, the vice president of Lian City Commerce Association, strutted arrogantly into the banquet hall with his people, exuding an air of disdain.

Beside him, one person stood out the most.

This person was short and stout, with two gold and blue hammers strapped to his back.

Using hammers as weapons suggested that this person's martial techniques likely leaned towards power; once in battle, the destructive force would be astonishing.

The man seemed to feel Ye Qingzhou's gaze, turning his face to reveal a sinister smile.

Ye Qingzhou sensed intense malice and even murderous intent from him, puzzlingly thinking to himself: "Just a glance and he already wants to kill me? So overbearing?"

Zheng Shuyi leaned close to Ye Qingzhou's ear to warn him: "Be careful of this person. I recognize him— he's a notorious Professional Level expert in the Xiang Province Martial Arts World, named Wu Baojun, nicknamed 'Violent Thunder'. He is infamous for his erratic and violent nature, having killed opponents on the stage several times."

"Was it intentional or accidental?"

"The Martial Arts Association said it was accidental, but who believes that?"

Zheng Shuyi sighed slightly, "But there's no way around it; his master is Zhao Baoming."

"Zhao Baoming?"

Ye Qingzhou suddenly understood the murderous intent on Wu Baojun.

Even though there was proof of Ye Qingzhou's alibi regarding the death of Xing Jiansong's family, and the Martial Arts Association had no evidence,

Which Martial Artist would talk about evidence with you?

Isn't the practice of martial arts for reasoning with people?

So when Martial Artists encounter such events, they often choose to abandon the law and pick up weapons.

Feeling the malice from the other side, Ye Qingzhou also felt a killing intent rise within himself, sighing softly: "Isn't living better? Why throw away one's life unnecessarily?"

Wu Baojun still didn't know he was about to lose his life for "glancing at you one more time in the crowd."

Zheng Shuyi thought Ye Qingzhou sighed because he was worried about losing, so she quickly said: "Don't worry, our Linjiang Commerce Association has also invited a master from the Iron Fist Sect, a Professional Eighth Rank expert who previously defeated Wu Baojun. This battle is certain, foolproof."

Her voice had just fallen when a tall Martial Artist, about thirty-five years old, emerged from the crowd.

The man's fingers were thick and strong, and once clenched into fists they were surely bigger than a sandpot. Coupled with his muscular arms, he looked truly "formidably powerful."

The Professional Level Martial Artist from the Iron Fist Sect, possessing Professional Eighth Rank strength — Wei Sen, the "Monument-Opening Hand"!

Ye Qingzhou glanced at Wei Sen and, through Cicada Awakening and Heart Sword, perceived his power and compared it with Wu Baojun, then shook his head, evidently not optimistic about the outcome of this battle.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Wei Sen is bound to lose this battle."

Zheng Shuyi's eyes widened in surprise, looking at Ye Qingzhou: "You're... you're joking, right?"

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

Ye Qingzhou couldn't be bothered to explain further; after all, in martial arts cultivation, Zheng Shuyi was a complete outsider, and might not understand even if he explained.

Meanwhile, a wealthy second-generation young man, not far away, angrily approached, scolding Ye Qingzhou furiously: "You say Senior Brother Wei will lose? Ridiculous, do you understand martial arts? You're just talking nonsense here."

His arms were equally strong and powerful; Ye Qingzhou noticed this bodily characteristic in Hee Weifang and Hee Wenjie before, immediately realizing the other also practiced the "Iron Arm Skill."

"Trash of the Iron Fist Sect?"

Ye Qingzhou guessed the other's identity.

When the other party heard Ye Qingzhou's words, he was immediately outraged: "How dare you insult the Iron Fist Sect! Don't think that winning a championship in Xiang Province allows you to be so arrogant here!"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "How can an objective description be considered an insult? Even if your Sect Leader stood before me, I would dare to say that."

Zheng Shuyi, standing by, was almost about to cry. She didn't dare to intervene, as both Ye Qingzhou and the Iron Fist Sect were people she couldn't afford to offend.

"Fine, you have guts! My name is Kangg Qichang; after the banquet, I will report this to Senior Brother. Let's see if you can still be so arrogant then."

Kangg Qichang, now a disciple of the Iron Fist Sect, was proud of this identity and naturally defended the honor of the sect, taking Ye Qingzhou's words as a provocation.

"Sigh, I usually can't be bothered to remember the names of small fries, as I have too much to think about every day to waste my spirit on a loser like you."

"You!"

Kangg Qichang was so angry he almost spat blood. In the end, he said nothing more and turned away furiously, clearly preparing to go back and snitch.

Zheng Shuyi still wanted to play peacemaker. Although Kangg Qichang quite liked Zheng Shuyi, with the affairs involving the honor of the Iron Fist Sect, he had to state: "Zheng Shuyi, it's not that I don't give you face, but his words were too much!"

With that, he walked away without looking back.

Zheng Shuyi hastily advised Ye Qingzhou: "Why don't you just apologize? The Iron Fist Sect is one of the seven major sects of Linjiang, with a Master Level Martial Artist holding fort. Offending them for no reason..."

The Iron Fist Sect was essentially a Linjiang hegemon, often causing trouble, bullying the market wasn't uncommon for them.

People would laugh secretly when they didn't cause trouble. Now someone dared to provoke the Iron Fist Sect actively?

Ye Qingzhou's actions baffled Zheng Shuyi, as she couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

How could she know that Ye Qingzhou genuinely didn't regard the Iron Fist Sect as anything significant, speaking calmly: "Just a second-rate medium-sized sect in the Martial Arts World, I don't take them seriously."

The Cyan Flood Dragon Yingyue at home had recently been practicing the "Fish-into-Dragon Transformation," continuously receiving Innate Wood Qi and Innate Wood Qi from Ye Qingzhou, and was about to break through the Heaven-Ascending Ninth Layer and return to the Martial Saint Realm.

A mere second-rate medium-sized sect in the Martial Arts World could be easily wiped out.

There was no need for Yingyue to make a move; Ye Qingzhou himself could battle a Master Level opponent, so there was truly no need to worry about a mere Iron Fist Sect.