Seeing his student achieve such accomplishments, he felt true satisfaction within.
...
Noon, the grand training arena.
It's lunchtime, so there aren't many people around.
Only a few grindlords, punching in the biting winter wind.
On the arena, Wang Hongdao stood with arms crossed, eyes calm as water.
From time to time, students passed by, puzzled in their hearts.
"What's Wang Hongdao up to? Did he arrange a spar?"
"Probably, unless he's out here sunbathing."
"With his strength, no one in the school is a match for him."
"Don't forget Lu Chenzhou, he's the number one in Qianlong."
"Right, why don't I remember anything epic about their fight?"
Twelve o'clock.
Lu Chenzhou's silhouette appeared right on time at the training ground.
He looked at the figure that had been waiting on the arena for ages.
"This guy—he's dead serious."
Wang Hongdao was rubbing his fists, rolling his shoulders and bones, grinning:
"You're here."
"I'm here."
"Let's start."
"Alright."
