Chapter 19: You Are a Grandmaster

Fang Jing placed her left hand behind her back and beckoned with her right, saying, "Mr. Chen, use your strongest move!" She believed that one hand was more than enough to deal with Chen Xian. Just now, Fang Jing had observed her opponent and noticed that when he stepped onto the ring, his stance lacked stability—he didn't resemble a martial arts master at all. If it weren't for his illustrious record of subduing five gold-level robbers, she would have already lost interest in sparring with him. After all, Fang Jing herself was an expert in internal force.

Chen Xian saw this display and instantly understood that Fang Jing didn't take him seriously, intending to defeat him with just one hand. Any young man full of vigor would feel slighted being repeatedly underestimated by a beautiful woman. Chen Xian was no exception; he resolved to display his true strength before Fang Jing, lest she truly look down on him.

"Officer Fang, here I come!" he called, his body shifting as he suddenly charged toward her. Fang Jing only felt a blur before her eyes—her opponent vanished from sight. Alarmed, she instinctively tried to dodge, but before she could move, a tremendous force slammed into her left shoulder.

Immediately, Fang Jing felt as if her shoulder would shatter from the pain. Forced back by the powerful blow, her legs retreated step after step until she crashed hard against the ropes at the edge of the ring. The thick ropes strained and emitted a sharp cracking sound as they threatened to snap.

For the first time, fear flashed across Fang Jing’s face. She realized that if the ropes broke and she fell from the ring, striking her head, she would be gravely injured or even lose her life.

In an instant, the ropes gave way. She wanted to twist her body but found it impossible—she could only brace herself for the fall. Her face paled, and in despair, she closed her eyes.

At that moment, Fang Jing regretted challenging Chen Xian. His attack was unbelievably powerful, far beyond normal human strength—more like a tank ramming into her.

Just then, Fang Jing felt something soft and reliable catch her from behind. Her long lashes fluttered, and as she opened her eyes, she saw a handsome, slightly dark, and youthful face before her.

It was Chen Xian. He apologized, "I’m sorry! I didn’t control my strength just now—I startled you, Officer Fang!"

He spoke the truth. It was his first time using the Dragon Elephant Divine Fist’s first move, Soaring Dragon Strike, in real combat and he had no idea it would be so powerful.

In fact, he had used less than twenty percent of the move’s power—and still, the destructive force was frightening!

Fang Jing’s beautiful eyes stared unblinking at the young man, still in shock and without words.

"Officer Fang, are you alright?" Chen Xian asked.

His voice snapped her from her daze, and she realized Chen Xian was holding her by the waist in a rather intimate posture. A flush crept across her exquisite face, making her look as enchanting as a drunken beauty.

Chen Xian stared, momentarily dazed.

It was the first time Fang Jing had been held like this by a man. The strange sensation at her waist made her uneasy. She hurriedly struggled to stand and broke free from his embrace.

"Ah!" As she moved, searing pain shot through her left shoulder, forcing a cry from her lips.

Seeing the cold sweat beading on her forehead, Chen Xian knew he’d been too heavy-handed and felt sorry for her. He said, "Officer Fang, I’ve learned some massage techniques from an old Chinese doctor that can relieve your shoulder pain. Let me help you."

The pain was too much to bear, so Fang Jing nodded.

Chen Xian stepped forward, gently placing his palm on her injured shoulder. Silently, he channeled a trickle of spiritual energy into her wound.

Soon, Fang Jing felt the pain melt away, replaced by a warm, tingling comfort.

"Alright, try moving it now," Chen Xian said, withdrawing his hand.

Fang Jing rotated her left arm and found it perfectly fine, as if she’d never been injured.

"Thank you," she said, a little embarrassed. She had challenged Chen Xian to a duel, yet he ended up healing her.

"You’re welcome." Just then, Chen Xian remembered he needed to deliver orchids to the flower market, so he said, "Officer Fang, our match is over. I have things to do, so I’ll be going now."

With that, he slung his backpack over his shoulders and headed for the exit.

Having escaped danger and relieved of pain, Fang Jing’s composure returned. She glanced at the snapped ropes around the ring and recalled Chen Xian’s astonishing speed and strength—legends from the martial world came to mind. Her beautiful, icy face showed shock as she exclaimed, "Mr. Chen, are you... are you a martial arts grandmaster?!"

Fang Jing herself was at the peak of internal force, and she had met many masters stronger than herself. But even the top experts could not match Chen Xian’s terrifying speed and power. Only the legendary martial arts grandmasters possessed such abilities. Moreover, it seemed Chen Xian hadn’t even used his full strength...

"Martial arts grandmaster?" Chen Xian paused, looking at her in confusion and shaking his head. "No, I’m not. Goodbye, Officer Fang!"

He was a cultivator.

With that, Chen Xian opened the training room door and left, leaving Fang Jing standing dumbfounded in the ring.

...

Outside the training room, several officers, those whom Fang Jing had chased out earlier, were gossiping.

"What do you think Chen will look like when he comes out?"

"Ha, he’ll definitely be black and blue, covered in bumps!"

"Yeah, it’ll be a tragedy!"

"Poor Chen..."

They all imagined he would return in utter defeat, battered and humiliated.

Just then, the door creaked open. A young man with a crew cut, carrying a backpack, walked out with a calm expression and not a mark on him—it was Chen Xian.

"Excuse me, would you let me through?" he said.

The officers stared at him in disbelief.

Without wasting a second, Chen Xian walked straight to the hall, picked up two pots of gold chrysanthemum trees wrapped in black plastic, and, under their astonished gazes, rode off on his little scooter, leaving the North City Substation behind.

"Incredible... Chen Xian actually walked away unscathed from our Flower of Destruction..."

Chen Xian could just make out their surprised voices behind him, but he didn’t care—he smiled faintly.

Still, the phrase "martial arts grandmaster" echoed in his mind. Curiosity and confusion stirred within him—what exactly was a martial arts grandmaster? He decided to look it up online when he had some free time.

"For now, I’d better hurry to the flower market—one and a half million is waiting for me!"

Thinking about the fortune soon to be his, Chen Xian felt a surge of excitement and anticipation.