The Strongest Takeout System

As he supported Li Kexin onto the bed to rest, Wang Yu sat on the chair and circulated the immortal energy.

After a night had passed, Li Kexin woke up from her drunken stupor and saw that Wang Yu had done nothing to him. She jokingly teased him, causing Wang Yu to blush and almost lose control of himself.

In a blink of an eye, another two days passed. Wang Yu arrived at the Cloud Club in accordance with the agreement with Zhang Chengwu. Other than the agreement with the old man, Wang Yu was also very interested in the martial arts competition.

When Wang Yu arrived, two people were already in the middle of the competition. One of them was wearing the Mantis Fist, his moves were as fast as the wind, while the other one was practicing with his feet without a shadow, his legs were like heavy hammers, and with every powerful kick, he made the other party dodge.

"Brother Lin, look at Uncle Lin, he has made Mantis Praying Fist so violent and powerful that he has already become a big family. It seems that the Lin Family will have to take care of him in the future!" Not far from Wang Yu, a young man spoke to the person beside him with a smile.

"Ai, Brother Meng's words are a slap to the face. Look at Brother Meng's Master's feet. They're as unmoving as a mountain and as powerful as thunder. He clearly already has the upper hand. It will be even harder for my father to gain power …" The other person smiled modestly. A few people beside him immediately expressed their opinions on the match, praising Brother Lin and Brother Meng.

Although the two people in the arena were truly talented, that was only true for ordinary people. If they were to fight against the current Wang Yu, before the other party could use Mantis Fist and Shadowless Kick, Wang Yu would be able to beat him to the ground. This was a force that could reduce one's opponent to ten, killing the old master with random fists was the principle.

Brother Lin walked over with an ugly expression and asked: "This brother here, I am Mantis Fist's successor for the thirteenth generation, Lin Zi Hao. I see that you have a dignified appearance and extraordinary presence, may I ask where you are from?"

Wang Yu looked at the hostile gazes of the surrounding people and replied calmly: "No sect, just a random person."

"Hehe, I think he's the only one here. He probably sneaked in here to watch the show. Ordinary people like him don't know what's good for them. We have to teach him a lesson!"

"That's right, he dared to judge Uncle Lin's match just like that!"

He turned to Wang Yu and said, "Little brother, today is our city's east martial competition, not just any random person can come in. If you know what's good for you, then leave now, otherwise …"

"If not, what would you do?" A cold voice sounded out, interrupting Lin Zi Hao's words. Lin Zi Hao's face was filled with anger. He turned around and saw that the person who spoke was actually Zhang Cheng Wu, Old Master Zhang!

What kind of person was Zhang Chengwu? From the east side of the city, he had roamed the north and south of the city, kicking out numerous dojos. He had fought countless martial arts masters, his martial arts had reached perfection, and he had become famous only when he was old enough to hide in the martial world. Even so, he had invited Zhang Chengwu to the annual martial arts competition, which was a legend about him not being in the martial arts world.

"Senior Zhang, I don't know where I have offended you, but I hope that you can give me some pointers. I am willing to accept your punishment …" Seeing Zhang Chengwu's question, Lin Zhenhao couldn't stop the sweat from running down his forehead and hurriedly bowed to him.

Zhang Chengwu coldly swept his eyes over the crowd and said without a trace of politeness, "Wang Yu is my guest. You guys are being rude to him. You are simply slapping my face!"

The moment he said this, the four of them were shocked. They never thought that Wang Yu, who had no sect or school, would have such a big boss supporting him from behind. The provocative thoughts in their hearts completely disappeared, leaving only suspicion regarding Wang Yu's identity and background.

Lin Zi Hao and the others who were leading the group to stir up trouble were so scared that their faces turned pale, and they apologized to Zhang Cheng Wu repeatedly.

Zhang Chengwu impatiently said, "What a bunch of juniors. Whoever dares to offend Wang Yu in the future will be in trouble with this old man. Whoever dares to offend this old man will be in trouble with this old man!"

With that said, Zhang Chengwu invited Wang Yu to take a seat at the front row of the competition, which was something Wang Yu naturally did not have to do. The two sat at the seat of honor, one wanted to befriend the other admired the other's reputation, so they chatted happily as if they were good friends who had not seen each other for many years.

Today, this old man doesn't have a good time entertaining you. Set up a banquet for this old man to apologize to him." "Wang Yu was a young man with a unique skill, and he was not proud of himself. He was very fond of him. When he thought about how some ignorant junior had offended him, Zhang Chengwu felt a little uneasy.

"Senior, you're too kind. It's fortunate that senior invited us to the Martial Competition. This is already an eye-opener for me. Senior, you don't have to worry about small matters like this." Zhang Chengwu had already helped him vent his anger, and Wang Yu was not a petty person, so he smiled as he passed the matter.

Zhang Chengwu smiled and nodded. He was about to say something when he suddenly stared blankly at Wang Yu. Was Wang Yu like before? This is? Immortal qi?

In this era where spiritual energy was scarce, cultivating to the Immortal Qi was already a legend. But without a doubt, only those who had reached the peak of martial arts would have the chance to obtain Immortal Qi and become a deity on land. In the short span of a few days, Wang Yu …

Zhang Chengwu was uncertain. The martial arts competition was already coming to an end. The champion of this time's competition was a young man called Chen Yunfeng. He had displayed his Eight Level Fist Art and was incredibly powerful.

At this moment, Chen Yunfeng came before the stage, bowed and said, "Senior Zhang, junior Chen Yunfeng is fortunate enough to have obtained first place in the martial arts competition, I hope senior can give me some pointers."

Zhang Chengwu suddenly came back to reality. He looked at Wang Yu and then at Chen Yunfeng and smiled, "Your Bajie Fist is already at the pinnacle of mastery, so I don't have anything else to teach you."