Chapter 100: You Rebel Disciple!

Chen Xingyan's gaze was like a warning to Chen Ruiyong.
This is the future of our mixed martial arts—don't mess it up.
Chen Ruiyong was at his wit's end. He wasn't afraid of Chen Xingyan herself, but he dreaded those two at home. If it weren't for their doting on Chen Xingyan, he would have dragged her by the scruff of her neck and given her a good beating.
The Seven Wolves still cast a shadow over his heart to this day.
"Don't say I didn't warn you. That kid looks dumb, but actually that's just one of the ways prey hunts..."
"Shut up!"
Seeing Cheng Yao emerge, Chen Ruiyong held his tongue and went off to teach the children.
Chen Xingyan beckoned to Cheng Yao. "Come on."
"You know, you sound like you're calling a dog. It's not very respectful."
"I'm not, it's just a habit..."
Cheng Yao asked, "Do you do this in the ring too?"
"Of course not, only here in our own gym." Chen Xingyan wasn't stupid; this was the local boss's privilege.
Cheng Yao lunged, but Chen Xingyan swiftly countered, sending him stumbling.
One had to admit, as a second-degree black belt and first-degree in practical combat, Chen Xingyan was indeed formidable.
But Cheng Yao's physical prowess was improving rapidly, and his reflexes were impressive.
Seeing him get serious, Chen Xingyan matched his intensity.
The outcome: Cheng Yao took a thorough beating, left with a bruised face and battered body, utterly disheveled.
Getting beaten up by a woman, Cheng Yao wasn't about to take it lying down; he got up to take on Chen Xingyan again. But she gave him no opening, sweat streaming as she finally waved her hand, "Stop. Take a break. Are you a beast or something? Never run out of strength?"
"Ever heard of a perpetual motion machine?"
"What?"
"Nothing..."
Cheng Yao touched his face, his gaze plaintive.
Chen Xingyan rolled her eyes and tossed him a towel. "Wait here, I'll get you some medicine."
"Alright."
Cheng Yao sat on the bench, watching Chen Ruiyong teaching a woman some fighting techniques.
As for that woman, her posture...
Chen Ruiyong's expression was dark, making people want to laugh.
Cheng Yao thought to himself, this isn't mixed martial arts, it's more like the Excited Criminal Combat Technique. The key was, the woman's figure wasn't bad—graceful and curvy. Her training made her tremble slightly, giving off quite the enticing vibe.
Tsk tsk,
Any criminal would be tempted by that sight.
Just then, Chen Xingyan walked over and sat down. "That woman has a thing going on with Chen Ruiyong, introduced by the family. She comes here every day to learn some fancy moves—it's a real eyesore...
Don't move, let me apply the medicine."
"Okay."

Cheng Yao stayed still, eyes dropping to glance at Chen Xingyan's cleavage—there was something there;
He felt that girls who worked out had a certain crisp energy about them, vibrant and youthful.
Chen Xingyan looked at him and asked quietly, "What are you looking at? Want to lose those eyeballs?"
"Ahem, I can't help it. Honestly, part of why I'm not improving is because you keep distracting me."
As he spoke, Cheng Yao instinctively tugged at his shirt and pants, trying to make his trousers looser, lest he die of embarrassment.
Wearing tight clothes in places like this was awkward—one wrong move and you'd be socially dead.
"Bet you've said that to plenty of girls?"
Chen Xingyan pursed her lips and smiled, pressing the cotton swab harder.
Cheng Yao winced, sucking in a breath, "Ow, ow, ow—go easy, if I end up disfigured you'll have to take responsibility..."
"I feel like you don't take me seriously as your teacher; you're just humoring me."
She felt that Cheng Yao was just getting stronger, not more skilled.
In reality, only Cheng Yao knew what he was truly like—talent in martial arts?
No, not at all. He had zero talent for it.
Chen Ruiyong and Chen Xingyan thought he was gifted because of his innate strength, extraordinary in some ways; and in a sense, they were right. But it was the gene capsule that had caused this, something acquired, not natural.
So, technique wasn't something he could master overnight.
"Really, I haven't. Maybe my strength has siphoned away whatever learning talent I had?"
Chen Xingyan didn't bother arguing, so she said, "Next year's MMA, ROAD FC registration at the start of the year. Four matches here in the country in April, six in America, two in Korea. Are you signing up?"
"That's an international event, right?"
"Yeah."
Cheng Yao's facial muscles twitched. "You're really the best teacher—like a fatherly kindness, huh."
Join an international event? He'd be going to his doom.
Chen Xingyan snapped, "Would I set you up? Actual combat is the best teacher. Trust me, you have talent."
"...
I don't even trust myself, where's your confidence coming from?"
Cheng Yao felt powerless to complain, forcing a weak smile. "Forget the tournament. Actually, I think shows like 'Wulin Feng,' domestic originals like 'Kunlun Fight,' 'Emei Legend,' and 'Martial Arts Conference' are all pretty good..."
"What's the point? If you're going to fight, do it on the international stage against foreigners. That's exciting, that's achievement."
"Or it could just mean getting beaten up."
"Are you or are you not my disciple, Cheng Xingyan's disciple? Traitor!"
After applying the bruise ointment, Chen Xingyan said, "That's it for today. Aren't you heading to Magic City tomorrow?"
"Yeah, so I'll get going. Drink less."
"Alright."
Chen Xingyan waved, her heart stirring with a ripple.
In truth, her relationship with Cheng Yao wasn't as close as it might seem, yet being around him just felt comfortable. They had common topics, a friendship as calm as water.

Her friends weren't interested in martial arts, so Cheng Yao stood out all the more.
Thus, Chen Xingyan paid him a bit more attention.
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Host: Cheng Yao
Appearance: 85
Skills: Guitar, exceptional hearing, celestial voice, piano, acting king, racing god, photography, dance
Wealth: 151,457,500
Girlfriend: Zhang Ya (bound), Lu Mengyao (bound)
Item: Disruption Capsule*1
After transferring the money to Chen Xingyan, Cheng Yao drove away from Xinjiekou, heading straight for Half-Mountain Cloud Residence. There was a minor traffic jam on the way, and he didn't get home until eight o'clock.
He'd bought a row of parking spots in the underground garage—four spaces costing 1.2 million.
Usually, he parked between two spots; Lu Mengyao's car was parked above, so no one dared take any of these spaces.
He'd owned the cars for so long, but Cheng Cheng still didn't know both were his.
He took the elevator upstairs, and as soon as he reached the door, he heard piano music from inside.
He opened the door, changed his shoes, and walked in. Cheng Cheng sat at the grand piano, with Lu Mengyao beside her giving pointers.
"Woof woof woof~~"
First to run over was the Samoyed, carrying a shoe in its mouth.
When the Maine Coon came by, the Samoyed put down the shoe and trotted off to the bathroom.
"Has it learned to use the toilet yet?"
"Not yet, but Sasha is teaching it. It's really smart..."
Cheng Yao looked at Lu Mengyao. "How is she playing?"
"Not bad," Lu Mengyao smiled, diplomatic. In truth, Cheng Cheng's talent was average—she could see that clearly.
"So basically there's no hope?"
Cheng Cheng protested, "Teacher Lu said I'm at least level four now. Brother, you're level three, right?"
"You little rascal, just because the tiger hasn't roared you think it's dying?"
Cheng Yao walked over and showed off, his fingers agile as he played on the piano.
A piece—'Secret Base.'
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