C29 Inner Force Martial Artist

“You’re saying you’re Immortal Sovereign Tairan?”

Everyone, including the old man, his disciple to the Zhang father and son, looked at Meng Ran with strange expressions.

After a moment of perfect silence, the middle-aged man burst out laughing and said, “What are you talking about? Immortal Sovereign? You’ve read one too many fantasy novels, right? Are you imagining things?”

The elder naturally didn’t believe that Meng Ran was an Immortal Sovereign. However, when he looked into Meng Ran’s deep-set eyes that looked as if he could see through the world, the old man was rather shocked.

This kind of disposition and worldly gaze was something the elderly had experienced before in other Martial Arts Masters.

This kid just so happens to be a Martial Arts Master?

A Martial Arts Master who still attended school? Even the old man was amused by such a thought. He shook his head and laughed. This obviously wasn't possible.

Meng Ran secretly circulated his True Essence. After that, he was able to see white Qi flowing through the old man’s lower abdomen. The white Qi was almost the same size as Elder Mu’s.

According to Elder Mu’s explanation, the internal energy of this caliber should be an entry-level inner force martial cultivator.

When Meng Ran turned around to face the middle-aged man, he saw a white Qi energy coming from his body. However, he seemed slightly weaker than his master, and it looked like he was also an entry internal arts martial artist.

Just as Meng Ran noted these details, Zhang Cheng said something.

“Master Liu, can you really defeat this Biao for us? I heard that he is no stranger to killing. He even strangled jackals with his bare hands. Even those ex-military police officers are no match for him. Furthermore, he's nearly 1.9 meters tall. That means he’s even mightier than your disciple.”

Master Liu had a smile on his face as he said, “So you’re saying my physique isn’t as strong as his, am I right?”

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes dramatically and said with a hint of disdain toward what Zhang Cheng had just said. “You know nothing. To the martial cultivator, it’s always been about striving to the height of one’s cultivation level. Physique is no biggie in terms of the bigger picture. That Biao is only at an entry cultivation level. If he dares to make a move on my gym, there’s no doubt I’ll be able to kill him using only one hand.”

Father Zhang and Zhang Tao both nodded their heads as if they completely understood. Master Liu simply smiled and said to them, “Duan has just broken through to an internal arts entry. Even though he’s slightly weaker than me, we should have no problem dealing with that Biao. Don’t worry about any of this. Duan, after you beat Biao this time, it could be considered that you've graduated from your apprenticeship. We'll have reason to celebrate when the time arrives.”

When it entered his ears that his master was acknowledging him, the middle-aged man was overjoyed. To the martial cultivator, it was a huge honor to be recognized by one’s master like that. The middle-aged man got down on his knees and kowtowed a few times in front of his master.

Meng Ran, who at this moment was standing at the side, suddenly spoke up at this time. “The person you’ve all been waiting for is here.”

No one had a clue what he was talking about.

At this time, a loud shout sounded out, “Who’d actually dare to touch my people? Come out. Come out.”

When both master and disciple heard Biao’s booming voice, they immediately turned their heads and gawked. They felt that they had underestimated Biao’s strength earlier, so they hurried to get up and flee the room.

“Uncle Zhang, why don’t you rest here? Me and Zhang Tao will take a look.” Seeing that Father Zhang was on the verge of saying something else, Meng Ran turned up his charm factor and said, “Don’t worry about it. With me here, what can happen?”

After having said that, Meng Ran shoved Zhang Tao out the door.

When Meng Ran was outside, he looked up and saw there were people all around them. Most of them just so happened to be onlookers.

The person who spoke earlier was none other than Biao. Today, he was wearing a black vest while sporting a shaven head. His azure dragon tattoo glistened under the street lamps.

Behind him were a dozen or so of his men. Most of them were dressed like him, and every one of them looked like hooligans.

When Biao saw Master Liu and his disciple come out, he started to look very eager. He licked his ruby-red lips and said, “So it must’ve been you, a Martial arts practitioner, who beat my subordinates to such a state.”

The old man cupped his fist and said in a deep, rumbling voice, “You can call me Master Liu of Beirao. Just to let you know, your men wasn’t beaten by me.”

Biao’s face scrunched into a frown, and he seemed impatient to get started. “I couldn’t care less who you are. If you think you’re good enough, why don’t you come and fight me? Otherwise, go on home. You’re not wanted here.”

Master Liu’s face became livid when he heard the other man’s words. The middle-aged man who was standing next to him was even more infuriated. He couldn’t stand it anymore and said, “How dare you insult my master! Do you want to die?!”

Master Liu nodded as he stroked his white beard and said, putting up the appearance of a Grandmaster, “Duan, why don’t you exchange a few blows with this young man? Young people these days are way out of line. Biao, my disciple is already at the internal arts entry stage. If you know what’s good for you, go ahead, kowtow and apologize to me.”

Biao acted like he had just heard a huge joke. The 1.9-meter-tall man was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. He pointed his finger at the middle-aged man and said, “That guy’s only an Entry, and he actually wants to fight me? You guys are crazy.”

After he said that, Biao’s tongue flicked over his lips and said in a cold voice, “Old thing, just wait to collect your disciple’s corpse.”

The middle-aged man was so furious and his face turned beet-red from anger. He couldn’t take it anymore. He harnessed his internal martial arts and leaped toward Biao just like a cheetah. Biao sneered right then, but he didn’t hesitate to also charge forward.

When the two of them met in the middle, the middle-aged man was sent flying in the air.

"Duan?!”

Master Liu turned as pale as a sheet of paper. The corner of the middle-aged man’s mouth revealed a trace of dribble mixed in with blood. When the trickle became a stream, he fainted right on the spot.

Meng Ran shook his head slightly. The middle-aged man actually let his opponent come close enough to hit his chest. What a rookie mistake!