Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Just as Rong Duo'er held her breath, accompanied by a roar from a middle-aged man in the crowd, the man leapt from the ground without any run-up or unnecessary motion. He soared like a goshawk, alighting on the top of a wooden pillar on the stage with the ease of an eagle spreading its wings!

The man's movements were smooth, and his presence imposing. When his right foot's toe touched the top of the pillar, his body remained as motionless as a mountain!

Not only did Rong Duo'er draw in a breath, but the entire venue immediately erupted into a wave of cheers.

Without any external assistance, the middle-aged man jumped from the ground onto the wooden post, reaching a height of over two meters with just that leap, his feat alone enough to prove his solid foundation.

The man alighted on the stage effortlessly, as light as a feather without making a sound, a technique that laypeople couldn't comprehend, but which caused a stir of emotion on the faces of the several half-step Grandmasters opposite him.

The man's grasp of power had reached its peak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Zhang Yonghe, the twenty-sixth generation successor of Wuxing Fist, here to seek instruction!"

As the man on the stage saluted with a fist, the crowd fell utterly silent.

The self-proclaimed Zhang Yonghe had substantial strength, and judging by his control of power, it was evident that he was a half-step Grandmaster.

Having reached such a level at the age of thirty-five indicated that Zhang Yonghe was extremely talented. However, he had only recently attained the status of half-step Grandmaster and was not well-known in Hua Country's martial arts circles. This was why he was so eager to take the stage—to swiftly expand his influence. At the moment, however, no one in the hall seemed willing to face him in combat.

There were only three or four people in the entire hall who could challenge him, and most of them were veterans with established reputations. For them, there was little benefit in defeating a newly-arrived half-step Grandmaster. If anything went wrong and they lost, they'd serve as a stepping stone for the newcomer's fame. Thus, the half-step Grandmasters in the crowd exchanged glances, but none took the initiative to challenge him!

Just as the venue fell into a calm, a steady voice suddenly rose. At the entrance of the hall, a man with explosively muscular build and dusky skin entered. He was towering at 1.9 meters, but most importantly, he radiated an incredibly powerful aura.

The moment the man appeared, someone immediately called out his name.

"Boxing King Lei Ting!"

A sense of awe flashed across many faces in the hall. Zhongzhou's underground boxing championship was the most famous in Hua Country, and this Lei Ting was its reigning champion, having once defeated six contestants in a row.

Rumors had it that Lei Ting had once visited the Shaolin Temple to study under Master Lianshang, the Abbot, for a year, and his skills had further improved. A few months before, at the underground boxing championship, Lei Ting had encountered Fan Gao. Initially, they were evenly matched, but Hua Country's richest woman, Liu Manli, had been a distraction from the audience, resulting in Lei Ting's defeat.

Lei Ting had since harbored an indissoluble knot in his heart, which was none other than the richest woman, Liu Manli. The two had known each other since childhood... and it was because of Liu Manli's disturbance during the last boxing championship that he lost the match.

Now, after months of adjustment, the aura about him seemed even more formidable than before. If he could sever his emotional entanglements, his strength might rise to an even higher level!

With the arrival of Lei Ting, the atmosphere in the hall turned decidedly tense. His gaze swept across the hall and eventually settled on Wuxing Fist's successor Zhang Yonghe on the stage.

Lei Ting didn't waste words and went straight to the front of the stage, then leaped up, soaring over two meters to land securely on the stage!

"Lei Ting! Please enlighten me!"

The imposing Lei Ting, without wasting words, announced his name. He then slightly arched his back, fixing his tiger-like eyes steadfastly on his opponent.

Zhang Yonghe, having just become a half-step Grandmaster, was in a state of unprecedented confidence. He was eager to defeat a few old-timers and make a name for himself, so there was no hint of backing down as he respectfully saluted with his fist and then immediately launched an attack!

However, this Wuxing Fist successor had clearly underestimated his opponent. Lei Ting, a frequent contestant in underground boxing, had rich practical experience, and after studying with the Shaolin Abbot for a year, he had reached the pinnacle of a half-step Grandmaster. He was only a step away from becoming a true Great Grandmaster.

Between the two of them, one was a newly risen half-step Grandmaster, and the other was at the pinnacle of half-step grandmasters, the gap was clear. Coupled with Zhang Yonghe's eagerness to showcase himself, his moves were somewhat impatient. As a result, after only two exchanges, Lei Ting seized a small opportunity and landed a punch directly under Zhang's ribs.

Zhang Yonghe staggered back three steps, holding his breath and focusing, forcibly suppressing the boiling of his blood. His face turned a deep shade of red!

With that one hit, Lei Ting had robbed him of the power to continue fighting!

Zhang Yonghe, his face flushed red, clenched his teeth fiercely. He hesitated for a moment, about to grit his teeth and continue fighting, when Lei Ting suddenly spoke up from across the way:

"You're not my match. If you keep fighting, I fear you might sustain internal injuries, and you could be stuck at half-step Grandmaster forever, never progressing an inch further!"

Zhang Yonghe stopped in his tracks. He was only thirty-five years old this year and already a half-step Grandmaster with extraordinary talent. He was confident that in ten or twenty years, he would definitely become a true Great Grandmaster of martial arts. However, if he continued to fight today, he might indeed suffer a hidden injury that could dash his hopes of reaching Great Grandmaster status, and he would regret it for the rest of his life.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yonghe finally sighed in resignation, acknowledged defeat with a clasped fist, and turned to step down.

At this moment, Lei Ting, on the stage, spoke evenly:

"Next!"

The entire hall fell silent again. However, as time went by, the scheduled martial arts exchange meeting was nearing its start. As footsteps sounded at the entrance, the steady voice of an elder immediately spread throughout the venue.

"Indeed, each generation brings forth new talent to supplant the old!"

The moment the elder, clad in a white lab coat with grizzled hair and a goatee, entered the hall, dozens of people in the hall stood up. In that moment, all eyes were fixed on the spirited senior.

Meanwhile, several half-step Grandmasters below the stage walked towards the elder with smiles on their faces, each of their eyes filled with deep respect and admiration.

One of Hua Country's top ten Great Grandmasters, Jiang Dingnan.

He was also one of the only four remaining Great Grandmasters in Hua Country who still retained their combat capabilities.

For the half-step Grandmasters present, Jiang Dingnan was their idol, the pathfinder of their era. It's not an exaggeration to say that these individuals chose the path of martial arts because of the guidance of Great Grandmasters like Jiang Dingnan.

At this moment, everyone in the hall was focused on Jiang Dingnan, and even Lei Ting, with his usually calm face, showed a trace of emotion.

Rong Duo'er's gaze swept over the Great Grandmaster for only a moment, before she was immediately captivated by the stream of gifts refreshing crazily on her smartphone screen.

Rong Duo'er found that her live broadcast room seemed to have gone wild. It wasn't only Zhongzhou's Big Tiger going crazy sending Super Fires; many fans were also refreshing the screen with various expensive gifts.

Super Fires, worth two thousand RMB each, appeared to be dished out like they were free, constantly flooding the live broadcast room. In just a moment, twenty to thirty Super Fires had been refreshed on the screen.

These expensive props already carried a promotional effect on their own. Many fans followed the stream of gifts to the broadcast room, and right now, the number of followers in Rong Duo'er's live broadcast room was skyrocketing—from the original three thousand to five thousand, ten thousand, and even fifteen thousand, twenty thousand...!

Such popularity was something Rong Duo'er never dared to dream of before.

At this moment, Rong Duo'er had even forgotten to speak, simply staring dumbfounded at how quickly her broadcast room had become popular, inching ever closer to the threshold of a top-tier broadcaster.

"Zhongzhou's Big Tiger gifts the host 100 Super Fires: Hua Country's top ten Great Grandmasters, Jiang Dingnan, with his unbeatable boxing techniques, reigns invincible throughout the lands! Master Jiang is the pinnacle of our entire Hua Country's combat strength, witnessing him in person, I have no regrets in this life!"