A Ferrari worth over nine million!

This guy didn't look rich at all, yet he was driving such a top-of-the-line luxury car!

The young man, after seeing Qin Heng get in and leave with Su Xiao, was stunned, his sunglasses nearly falling off his face in shock. It took him quite a while to come back to his senses.

"I can't believe I've also had a day where I failed to impress," the young man said with a bitter smile, driving his BMW to the underground parking lot and parking it in a corner.

WHEW!

Suddenly, a pitch-black figure appeared in the back seat of the young man's BMW.

It had an outline but no facial features; it wasn't even three-dimensional, flat like a shadow.

"Young Master, shall I go and kill that boy from earlier?" the shadow asked in a raspy voice, speaking softly. "He dared to disrespect you, Young Master; he deserves to die a thousand deaths!"

"No need." The young man shook his head and smiled. "I've returned to the secular world this time just to see if the younger generation of this old land still has strong martial artists. I don't care about anything else. That man just now is nothing but a rich playboy, an ant-like being, not worthy of your intervention, Old Shadow. After all, you're a mighty one who can even contend with an Innate Grandmaster."

"Young Master, at merely twenty-six years old, you are already a Grandmaster of Transcendence, sure to sweep away all challengers," Old Shadow also smiled and said. "In a few days at the Tianhai Century Sports Arena, there will be a China-America martial arts exchange. All young martial artists will be there; we should check it out."

「...」

Qin Heng drove leisurely.

He had noticed the presence of "Old Shadow" in the back seat of the BMW the moment he saw the young man but couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to it.

The pinnacle of the Transcendence Realm, merely equivalent to the sixth level of Qi Refinement.

Not worthy of his proactive concern.

At this moment, the beautiful figure of Su Xiao sat beside him in the passenger seat, the seatbelt strapping across her prominent chest extremely alluring.

She took a deep breath, looked at Qin Heng with sincere gratitude, and said, "Qin Heng, I really can't thank you enough for this time. If it weren't for you, I..."

If Qin Heng hadn't been there today, the consequences would have been too dreadful to imagine. Su Xiao trembled with fear just thinking about it.

"It's nothing. You'll be fine once you're home," Qin Heng said with a smile, starting up his nine-million Ferrari and driving out of the underground parking lot towards Su Xiao's house.

After dropping Su Xiao off at her home.

Qin Heng also drove back to his house.

Luckily, the DQ ice cream, with its dry ice and insulated box, hadn't melted.

However, when Qin Heng, holding the ice cream insulated box, got home, opened the door, and was about to share it with Qin Yun and Song Ningran, he suddenly heard an angry shout:

"AAAHH!! This American is so infuriating! I really want to beat him up!!"

BANG!

A doll was thrown down from upstairs. Qin Yun poked her head down from above and, upon seeing Qin Heng, looked furious.

She yelled down:

"Brother! You have to come and see this! This American on TV is despising China and saying our Chinese kung fu is trash. He said that at this weekend's martial arts exchange, China will definitely lose... and he even called a coach named Qin Heng—your namesake—a weakling!

Really infuriating!!"

"What happened?" Qin Heng walked up and placed the ice cream container on a seat.

Looking in the direction Qin Yun was pointing, he saw a muscular white man being interviewed on TV, who actually gave the middle finger to the camera, scoffing, "Chinese kung fu is all made up, too weak! Wait till you get thrashed!!"

"That man is Andre; he seems to be the lead of the American team for the weekend's martial arts exchange," Song Ningran frowned and said. "He seems to have strong racial discrimination, looking down on anyone who isn't white-skinned, especially us Asians."

"MM-HMM." Qin Yun nodded in agreement and added, "This despicable Andre also said that even black people are stronger than Asians, calling us thin and weak, unable to withstand a single blow. AAAHH, it really makes me so mad!!"

She pouted her lips, obviously very angry!

"Don't be mad, don't be mad." Qin Heng turned off the TV, patted Qin Yun's head, and smiled. "This Andre will soon be defeated, and Little Yun can go to the arena and watch when the time comes. Here, I bought DQ for you, eat up."

"AH! Bro, I love you!" Qin Yun sprang up, planted a kiss on Qin Heng's cheek, then took the ice cream, handed one to Song Ningran, and started eating, instantly forgetting her anger from before.

Qin Heng smiled and returned to his room.

"Andre..." Qin Heng sneered coldly, a hint of chill flashing in his eyes. He didn't want to show his cold side in front of Qin Yun. It was only after returning to his room that his emotions surfaced.

"Whatever blatant provocation you're aiming for, there's no doubt you're courting death!"

Qin Heng had originally considered the weekend's martial arts exchange to be an ordinary event and hadn't paid it much mind. After all, with the basic Cultivation Techniques he taught, it was no problem for the three members of Yue Feng's club to reach Hidden Force.

Three Hidden Force cultivators, combined with the people from Su Martial Arts Center, would be enough to completely sweep the Americans.

There was simply no need to pay attention to it.

But Andre's repeated provocations, even openly insulting the Chinese, made Qin Heng very displeased. The key issue was that it made Qin Yun unhappy, and that was an atrocious crime!

"Three days left, Andre. Cherish these last three days."

「...」

Inside the presidential suite of the Jinjiang Hotel.

Lucas, who had just recovered from his injuries, lay on the bed, with Berg sitting beside him.

Nicole was standing to one side, frowning at a live broadcast on TV, saying, "What is Andre doing, provoking openly during interviews? This doesn't look good."

"The captain has his reasons for doing this," Lucas said coldly. "Right now, what concerns me the most is whether Qin Heng will participate. This time I must take revenge and utterly crush his limbs!!"

"Lucas, didn't you grasp Qin Heng's strength last time?" Nicole shook her head and said, "He might be a Martial Arts Grandmaster, comparable to our A-rank fighters, and we stand no chance against him."

"Impossible!" A female voice came from outside the room, and then a young woman with a stunning figure, dressed in a tight black outfit, sporting fiery red hair and a face as pretty as a rose, walked in shaking her head.

"That young man is only eighteen years old; there can't be an A-rank fighter that young in the world, whether it's from America, China, or any other country!"

"Alina is right," Berg said, who was sitting to one side. "I've felt Qin Heng's strength. He is incredibly strong, unbelievably so, but I have to say, Andre is stronger!

Think about it. Although Andre is B-rank, have you ever seen his limit? No, even against A-rank fighters, Andre has never been defeated!

To my eyes, he's like Olympus, an immeasurable, colossal mountain, whose peak can't be seen, with no limit. If he meets Qin Heng, I believe Andre will surely win!"

Nicole opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but after noticing everyone else's expressions, she decided to hold her words back for the moment.

Berg, you say Andre is like a Divine Mountain. she sighed inwardly. But this Qin Heng… is a god walking among men!!

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