Chapter One Hundred Eighteen: Zhao Caishen, Transfer or Swipe?

Inside the training hall, the room was packed with people.

The young assistant huddled close to Chen Xi, her eyes wide as she watched Zhao Lingyin, who stood opposite Du Fang on the sparring ring.

"Sister Chen Xi, who is that? Why is she challenging Brother Du?" the assistant asked, full of curiosity.

Chen Xi, wearing a ponytail and a training uniform, didn't hide anything from the curious girl. "Her name is Zhao Lingyin, a genius Dreamweaver from the capital. It's said she was the top-ranked student in the capital province, and her strength is truly formidable. As for why she's challenging Brother Du, it seems she just doesn't accept that he's better than her..."

"Also, I heard there's a wager," Chen Xi whispered. "If Brother Du wins a match against her, she has to pay him one hundred thousand yuan."

The assistant's eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape. "How can someone be so shameless?"

Chen Xi paused, turning to look at the assistant. Why was she calling her shameless?

"Sister Chen Xi, how long do you think a match will take?" the assistant asked, crossing her arms and looking rather indignant.

Chen Xi looked at her, confused. "Fast, maybe ten minutes. Slow... an hour or two is possible, but Brother Du should be quick."

Hearing this, the assistant became even more agitated. "That's exactly the problem!"

"Let's assume Brother Du is fast. Think about it: ten minutes for a match, then maybe ten minutes of rest—that's twenty minutes gone. In an hour, that's three cycles of twenty minutes, which is three hundred thousand. If this woman loses for seven or eight hours, Brother Du will have wasted half a day just sparring with her!"

"Over two million just to buy half a day of Brother Du's time! What a deal! If it were me, I'd be exploding with joy!" The assistant sounded righteous and indignant, grumbling under her breath.

*Over two million... just?* Chen Xi was stunned. So, that was how one could calculate things? She didn't know what to say to the assistant. Seeing that Chen Xi wouldn't debate her further, the assistant crossed her arms, sulking, and stared intently at Zhao Lingyin on the ring.

On the ring, the atmosphere between Zhao Lingyin and Du Fang began to solidify. It felt as if currents of air were flowing, clashing, and impacting between the two. Zhao Lingyin stared at Du Fang, observing his flawless features, and a look of excitement gradually appeared on her face.

"Du Fang, watch out!"

As she spoke, a vast, abyss-like aura of dream energy burst forth from the center of her brow! The ripples of dream energy surged in all directions, whipping up a continuous gale throughout the training hall. An invisible pressure descended suddenly!

Chen Xi, Si Nan, Zhao Lu, the assistant, and the others all changed color.

"Such powerful pressure!"
"Is this... a City-Crossing level Dreamweaver?"
"A City-Crossing level at such a young age?"

Their expressions shifted, especially Chen Xi's, as Zhao Lingyin appeared to be around her age, or perhaps even younger, yet possessed such immense strength. This was talent—a talent that ordinary people could never reach.

Su Jiuming’s facial mask was shaken off by the force, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. "Not bad, this little girl. But little Du-Du is capable of killing City-Level powerhouses, so... underestimating little Du-Du will lead to a miserable end."

On the ring, Du Fang narrowed his eyes, feeling the pressure cascading down from Zhao Lingyin. This dream energy pressure was like a mountain crashing onto him, but Du Fang felt no pressure at all; it was as if the force disintegrated before it could even reach him. Du Fang stood unmoved, his gaze toward the "God of Wealth" Zhao gradually cooling.

Initially, Du Fang had planned to finish Zhao Lingyin quickly to keep the time short and earn as much money as possible. But on second thought, he decided against it. Defeating her too quickly would shatter her confidence, and perhaps, after one match, she would be too discouraged to continue. Wouldn't that be "picking up a sesame seed and losing the watermelon"?

Du Fang felt that while fighting was fine, one had to consider the nuances of human interaction. Therefore, the best approach was to fight Zhao Lingyin to a standstill, keep the time to about twenty minutes, and then defeat her in one go. Only then would she remain unconvinced and continue to challenge him! It was a way to save face, make money, and show consideration for a lady. Du Fang felt this was a plan that achieved three things at once.

He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the training room and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

On the other side, Zhao Lingyin was shocked. She hadn't expected her pressure to have no effect on Du Fang at all. A fiery glint flashed in her eyes! It had been a long time since she encountered a peer this formidable. Her teacher was right; Du Fang was indeed powerful. Her teacher’s "Heavy Pupils" were truly remarkable!

"Here I come! Watch out!"

As Zhao Lingyin spoke, her figure vanished from where she stood.

Close-quarters combat! This was the first style Zhao Lingyin chose. Her martial arts had been taught by the President himself, and she had spent time learning from that beyond-national-level Dreamweaver known as the "ceiling of physical strength"!

*Whoosh!* The air exploded—that was the sound of Zhao Lingyin’s slender leg lashing out. Enhanced by dream energy, the power of this kick was enough to shatter a city wall!

Du Fang also released dream energy from his brow, then struck out with a palm to meet the kick. Palm and leg collided, causing the air to burst and energy to surge. Zhao Lingyin's eyes narrowed; she hadn't expected her martial arts to be blocked. She immediately bent her knee to strike, but Du Fang’s palm slid along her leg and tapped her knee, deflecting the blow with the ease of "four ounces moving a thousand pounds."

Zhao Lingyin’s body was instantly repelled, creating distance between her and Du Fang. However, upon landing, she closed the gap again, her speed increasing! Her legs were like two long blades, constantly slashing down. Du Fang didn't retreat either. When it came to martial arts, guided by his wife, he was never afraid of anyone! Even without his wife’s hand helping him, Du Fang’s martial arts were top-tier.

On the ring, the two clashed in a blur, their fists and legs trading blows as the air cracked repeatedly. Their movements were too fast, leaving only afterimages, making it impossible for the psychokinetic Dreamweavers like Chen Xi and Si Nan, who weren't skilled in melee combat, to follow.

"So... so fast!" the assistant gasped. It was the first time they had seen someone go toe-to-toe with Du Fang in martial arts. After all, they had seen Old Zhang face Du Fang’s martial arts, and he had been thoroughly beaten.

"It’s normal for Old Zhang to get beaten; his martial arts are more reflected in his sword skills," Su Jiuming defended Old Zhang.

Below, Li Ang and his wife were astonished. They hadn't expected Du Fang's martial arts to be on par with Zhao Lingyin's. They had thought the only newcomer who could match Zhao Lingyin would be the disciple of that "physical ceiling" expert. Yet, Du Fang could do it too.

President Tang Nai leaned on his cane, his eyes sparkling. He felt a surge of irrepressible excitement. If Du Fang defeated Zhao Lingyin, didn't that mean this year’s national champion would be Du Fang? Jiangling City... was going to produce a champion!

However, Zhang Changlin stood with his hands on his hips, his expression strange. He watched the two clashing and his mouth twitched. He had experienced how strong Du Fang’s martial arts were; he knew exactly how fierce the true explosive power of Du Fang’s martial arts could be. He felt that Du Fang was deliberately keeping the fight evenly matched. If Du Fang got serious, Zhao Lingyin’s martial arts wouldn't be able to hold up at all.

*Boom!*

While the crowd below had various thoughts, a thunderous sound exploded on the ring! Zhao Lingyin retreated rapidly, sliding several meters back, while Du Fang stood steady and unmoved.

"So amazing! My body... is heating up!" Zhao Lingyin said, incredibly excited.

Du Fang exhaled and glanced at the clock on his left. "Nineteen minutes," he murmured.

He then looked at Zhao Lingyin, who was excited and charging again, her long legs lashing out for close-quarters combat. He tilted his head slightly.

The next moment, his wife’s hand crawled onto his back like a spider and plunged into him. *Puchi!*

The blood in Du Fang’s body erupted like a volcano, and his spine roared like a great dragon! A crackling sound of bones erupted from his entire body!

As Zhao Lingyin kicked out, Du Fang grabbed her leg, his terrifying strength surging as he pulled her in. Zhao Lingyin felt an irresistible force dragging her toward him. Du Fang’s flawless face grew larger and larger in her vision.

Alarm bells rang in her heart! Just as she was about to stir her dream energy to break free, *thwack!*

Du Fang’s punch was so fast she couldn't react, landing squarely in her abdomen. Zhao Lingyin felt as if her stomach had been twisted into a knot, her intestines entangled and snapping. She almost rolled her eyes back, the acid in her stomach nearly surging up.

*Boom!*

Zhao Lingyin was tossed onto the ground. She clutched her stomach, curling into a ball like a caterpillar scalded by boiling water. Her domain, her marksmanship, her special abilities, her infinite dream energy... none of them had time to be used. She had lost. She had been careless, paralyzed by Du Fang’s "un-martial" martial arts.

Silence reigned on and around the ring.

Du Fang turned to look at the clock, a smile appearing on his face. "Twenty minutes, just right."

He then looked down at Zhao Lingyin, who was curled into a ball on the ring, and offered a bright, caring, and gentle smile. "God of Wealth Zhao... oh, I mean, Miss Zhao, one hundred thousand. Transfer or card?"