After leaving the Fangs' hospital, Qin Heng took Qian Zhenghai's car back to Mount Tai. The car radio was on, broadcasting the news.

"Less than five days remain until the start of the Sino-American Youth Martial Arts Exchange. Various social sectors in Tianhai have attached great importance to this event. The winner will receive a grand prize of fifty million US dollars. The intention is to use martial arts exchange as a means to enhance collaboration between China and America, and to provide a potentially feasible new method for resolving various global conflicts. At this martial arts exchange, both China and America will send..."

The promotion for the Sino-American Martial Arts Exchange had begun, with the news even reaching the Qi Lu area.

"Hmph, these Americans actually dare to come to China for a martial arts exchange?" Zhao Weicai sneered. "We have hidden masters everywhere here; just a few of them stepping forward would be enough to deal with all of them!"

"Sigh, that's not necessarily true," Qian Zhenghai said with a frown. "We don't have many young people practicing martial arts, and it's very peaceful here, so they lack practical combat experience. I heard that America is sending two B-grade fighters, equivalent to our Hidden Force level, who are very difficult to deal with."

"Hidden Force!?" Zhao Weicai exclaimed in surprise. "Isn't it limited to those under twenty-five? America has B-grade fighters that young? It really seems like a tough battle is ahead."

"There's no need to worry," Qin Heng suddenly spoke, his tone indifferent. "America can't possibly be our opponent. The people sent by both the Hengqing Club and the Su Martial Arts Center are very strong."

After becoming the Family Head of the Chens, Chen Qingzhu had changed the original Yue Feng Club into the Hengqing Club. Qin Heng's name came first, hers followed.

"Hahaha! Young Master Qin is right," Qian Zhenghai laughed. "Tianhai is Young Master Qin's territory. With him here, those American chaps will surely end up crying and begging for mercy on their knees."

The strength and methods Qin Heng had demonstrated earlier at the Fangs' hospital were nothing short of miraculous—calling him an Immortal wouldn't have been an exaggeration! How could America's two B-grade fighters possibly trouble him?

The radio broadcast continued. The female reporter's sweet voice said, "Today, we have found representatives of the martial arts participants from both China and America. Let's first interview the Chinese representative, Ms. Chen Qingzhu. Ms. Chen, what is your vision for this exchange?"

Qin Heng was slightly stunned upon hearing the broadcast; he hadn't expected to hear Chen Qingzhu's interview under such circumstances.

Chen Qingzhu's gentle voice came through the radio: "We are very confident about this martial arts exchange. The martial artists we've sent, and our coaches, are the best."

"That's excellent confidence, so energetic," the female reporter complimented before continuing, "Next, we'll interview the American representative, Andre."

Then, a thick voice, filled with arrogance and disdain, boomed, "We aren't hypocritical like the Chinese; we don't beat around the bush. We've come to use the world's most advanced fighting techniques to completely demolish the ancient martial arts you Chinese take such pride in!

"You Chinese are short and physically weak; your fists are feeble. This is from my personal experience: Chinese martial artists are truly weak and definitely no match for us!

"Just wait! We'll thrash your Chinese kung fu at the martial arts exchange!"

Andre's arrogance was extreme; he had actually dared to say such things publicly in a broadcast interview.

"Damn it! That American whitey is courting death!" Zhao Weicai, who also had a short temper, cursed directly. "Damn it, that American whitey must be tired of living!"

"Quite arrogant," Qian Zhenghai also frowned. "He's not just saying this in private; he's saying it publicly on a radio broadcast. It seems he truly has no respect for our Chinese Martial Dao."

The female reporter on the radio also seemed somewhat speechless. After a pause, she asked, "But I heard that a while ago, your team challenged a high school in Tianhai and was defeated by members of their Martial Dao club?"

Clearly, the female reporter was also angered; anyone would be furious to hear their country insulted.

"This is a Chinese conspiracy!" Andre retorted, his voice heavy with anger. "That high school Martial Dao club is full of weaklings! Lucas, the youngest on our team, effortlessly defeated them; they had no power to fight back!

"Lucas was only defeated after a veteran martial artist, disguised as a high school student, appeared. You Chinese are truly hypocritical, willing to do such things just to save face!

"Unfortunately for you, there's an age restriction in this martial arts exchange, so you're out of luck! And as for that veteran martial artist disguised as a high school student, apparently named Qin Heng—I welcome you to challenge me too. I'll beat you so badly you'll be looking for your teeth on the floor! Trash!"

The interview was still ongoing, but in the car, Qian Zhenghai and Zhao Weicai fell silent, not daring to speak. The person Andre had just mentioned was named Qin Heng?

Tianhai, Qin Heng, high school student!

Could it be...

"No need to guess," Qin Heng said indifferently. "It's me. I just didn't expect these Americans to think I'm a veteran martial artist disguised as a high school student. Interesting. When the exchange begins, I'll show them what a truly strong person is! I will cripple this Andre!"

Qin Heng returned to Mount Tai. Qian Zhenghai and Zhao Weicai left, as they had other matters to attend to.

Since he wasn't climbing with others this time, Qin Heng's ascent was much faster. Each casual step covered six to seven meters, as if he were shrinking the earth with every stride. To an onlooker, he merely seemed to be strolling, yet in the blink of an eye, he would vanish without a trace. This sight left other climbers on the path astounded, almost believing they were hallucinating.

However, halfway up the mountain, he noticed a group of teachers and students from Donghua Normal School descending, yet Song Ningran was not among them.

Qin Heng frowned and approached them, asking, "What's going on? Weren't you supposed to be surveying the mountain for a few days? Why isn't Ran Ran descending with you?"

A teacher in the group replied, "A short while ago, a very distinguished-looking young man appeared out of nowhere. He spoke briefly with Daoist Xu He and then told us all to descend the mountain. However, that young man didn't allow Song Ningran to come down, saying she should wait a bit longer. We don't know what it's about."

A very distinguished-looking young man? Qin Heng's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing within them.

"Daoist Xu He seemed very wary of him. After seeing the young man, Daoist Xu He immediately told us to descend the mountain," someone explained to Qin Heng.

"Alright, I understand," Qin Heng said, his gaze turning frosty as a cold smile touched his lips. "It seems someone else has grown tired of living!"

With that, he quickened his pace, crossing twenty to thirty meters almost instantly, as if flying towards the Jade Emperor Peak.

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