C11 Rebirth Martial Arts Society 2

This arena master is really good.

Chen Yu thought to himself. He held his abdomen and stepped back. He actually jumped back on the edge of the arena. The arena master was shocked. He really did not expect Chen Yu to be so quick. The numbness had yet to subside, but Chen Yu had already returned to his side. Another hook appeared.

The back of his foot suddenly hit the back of the arena master's neck. The arena master froze and fell straight down. Under the exclamations of the audience and the referee, Chen Yu steadily landed on the ground. He stood up straight and elegantly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Qing, who was far away, secretly nodded. She knew that their master would not take a fancy to a vase.

"Ten, nine... three, two, one - the match is over!"

The referee took more than ten seconds to react. He walked over and held Chen Yu's hand. He raised it and shouted in a trembling voice, "- the winner - it's him -"

"Gray Bird." That was his code name in his previous life. The referee answered, "Gray Bird! He defeated arena master Xiao Zhenyan! He will win the prize this time. Next, the president of Martial Arts Competition will give him the prize..."

President? Chen Yu didn't really care. He touched his abdomen. The pain was so intense that it reached all over his body. Although Xiao Zhenyan was skinny and had been paralyzed by his acupuncture points, he was still so strong. Fortunately, he did not fight head on. Otherwise, he would have died.

At this moment, the president had already walked in front of him. The deep and magnetic man said, "Gray Bird, raise your head."

Chen Yu raised his head. His bangs fell down and covered his nose. His face was somewhat pale and his facial features were delicate. Although he was young, he still startled the president.

Hence, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and move the cluster of bangs to the side, and see his face a little more clearly. Chen Yu was slightly puzzled by this, but he didn't dodge.

"I am the president, Soong Yan. This is your prize." Soong Yan handed a ring to Chen Yu. Chen Yu took it and looked at it. He was puzzled. He heard Soong Yan explain, "The Dark-cold Dagger is in this storage ring. If you want to use it, you just need to think about it. This storage ring is a high-level item, and it is also a gift from this dagger."

Chen Yu nodded and said subconsciously, "Thank you."

Soong Yan was stunned. It was a boy. But it did not matter. Beauty was hard to come by.

After bidding farewell to Soong Yan, he got off the stage. Chen Yu leaned against a shop and rested. Xiao Zhenyan's punch was really unbearable. He felt like he was bleeding inside and could not spit it out.

After ordering some free tea from the waiter, Chen Yu put on his cloak and hat and slowly walked towards the Third Prince's Palace. However, he only took a few steps before he kicked something.

It was a lump of black velvet.

Chen Yu squatted down to take a look out of curiosity. This look made Chen Yu recall the details of his past life.

It was an injured black cat.

In the 21st century, in the assassin world, Everyone knew one thing: Don't hurt it. The stray cats the Graybird picked up, or else they'd be responsible. If that woman was Chen Yu's true love, then those cats were even more important than that woman.

Chen Yu liked cats. Cats were nocturnal. They were very similar to him. Cats were cold. They didn't care about people, and they were very similar to him.

In the deserted big house back then, only the group of servants lying on the sofa waiting for him to feed the cats made Chen Yu feel a little like he had gone home. Although now, the cats would never see the people who adopted them again...

Unexpectedly, there were cats in this world, and he happened to bump into them.

Chen Yu took off his cloak. He was wearing thin cotton clothes. He did not feel the cold wind blowing from the autumn wind at all. He wrapped the little black cat in the cloak and looked down to check its injuries.

It should be alive. Chen Yu thought for a while and then moved his feet to look for the veterinarian. Qing was stunned in the dark. Didn't the Imperial Concubine want to go back just now? Why did she change her direction now?

Forget it, I'll follow her first.

At dusk, Chen Yu came out of the veterinarian's shop. He found someone to ask for directions and slowly returned to the Third Prince's Hall.

It was indeed ridiculously slow. The internal injury in his abdomen was already bruised and bleeding. Chen Yu's face was extremely pale. He slowly walked to the front of the Third Prince's Hall in extreme pain. Qing Xian climbed over the wall in the dark and entered. As soon as Chen Yu walked in, he welcomed Moh Feng, who was about to go find him.

... "Why did you come back so late?" Moh Feng seemed to be a little unhappy. Chen Yu had gone out in the morning and only came back now. How could he not be anxious?

Chen Yu thought about it. In fact, he spent most of his time strolling around the martial gathering and looking for a veterinarian. He didn't want to explain too much to Moh Feng, so he didn't want to explain too much. After a few grunts, he wanted to go around Moh Feng and return to his room first. However, he pulled his arm back.

"Injured?" Moh Feng looked at her pale face and could not help but worry. He glanced at the kitten in his arms. The kitten was wrapped in bandages, but Moh Feng did not like it.

Chen Yu nodded. Moh Feng asked again, "Who made it?"

Chen Yu did not say anything. He held the kitten and wanted to leave, but Moh Feng took out a pill and stopped him. "Wait, eat this when you're injured."