To Defeat You, No Arena Needed

The next day, Su Ming woke up early.

Lin Yixue had already left ahead of time. Last night, Su Ming had informed her about his trip to the city today.

After freshening up, Su Ming stepped out of the villa.

At that moment, Ning Fengqing arrived in a car.

After exchanging greetings, Su Ming got into the car, and they headed straight for the airport.

At noon, Ning Fengqing and Su Ming walked out of the Demon City airport side by side.

Two Mercedes-Benz cars were already waiting outside.

"Miss!"

A black-clad bodyguard with sunglasses quickly approached them.

"Mm."

Ning Fengqing nodded slightly and then said, "Let's go for lunch first, and then head home!"

The bodyguard hurriedly agreed and opened the car door for them.

After a quick lunch, Su Ming followed Ning Fengqing to the Ning residence.

The Ning residence was not in the bustling city center but in the outskirts. The entire property spanned over a hundred acres, resembling a vast estate.

Upon entering, it was not a modern-style house but rather reminiscent of an ancient mansion.

"Su Ming, this is my home. It's filled with old antiques. After graduating from university, we are sent into the military, and after our service, we enter various government agencies. We rarely come back," Ning Fengqing explained as they walked.

"But this time, many people should be returning. After all, it concerns some important matters in the traditional Chinese martial arts community, and the Ning family has always taken such things seriously."

As she spoke, Su Ming finally understood what kind of family he was dealing with.

According to Ning Fengqing, generations of the Ning family had served in the military. Each generation of family members would undergo training in the military before joining various professions.

Currently, the Ning family had four main branches, with over a hundred people in total. Most of them worked in government positions, while a small portion was involved in business. The Ning family also had their own assets, spanning various industries such as hospitality, pharmaceuticals, construction materials, real estate, and high-tech intelligent sectors.

Externally, the Ning family owned the Ning Corporation, which had a market value of several hundred billion, making them a formidable force.

This time, the stakes for the martial arts competition were the profits of the Ning Corporation. If the Ning family lost, they would have to contribute 20% of the Ning Corporation's profits to the winning family for three years. Given that the corporation's annual profit was at least several billion, the total contribution could amount to tens or even hundreds of billions.

Thus, even with their substantial resources, the Ning family could not take this lightly.

"Our family has lost two consecutive times. That's why my brother has been trained so rigorously over the years. But even now, he's only at the peak of the Ming Jing stage, which is still not enough for this competition," Ning Fengqing sighed, expressing her frustration.

If there were any other way, no one would want to seek external help. Everyone understands that you need to be strong yourself. You can't rely on external help every time; that would make you a laughingstock in the traditional Chinese martial arts community.

"Do you mean that Dark Jin masters will appear in this competition?" Su Ming asked.

"Yes! According to reliable information, the young representatives from the Tai Chi Chen family and the Bagua Wang family, who are participating in the competition, are both Dark Jin experts," Ning Fengqing replied.

"But they shouldn't be a match for you. Your Bajiquan is not something ordinary martial arts can compare to. Moreover, you've already cultivated Dark Jin, so this competition should be no problem for you."

Ning Fengqing's tone lightened as she spoke.

Su Ming nodded, neither confirming nor denying. Dark Jin was already in the past; he was now at the Grandmaster level, a realm that could likely dominate the entire traditional Chinese martial arts community.

As they chatted, they soon reached the main house of the Ning residence.

Just as they entered the courtyard, a young man walked out.

"Cousin!"

Ning Fengqing frowned and called out.

"Oh! Isn't this my little sister? So, this is the external help our family hired? Doesn't look like much, does he?" The young man glanced at Su Ming dismissively and mocked him without holding back.

Su Ming furrowed his brows but remained silent.

Ning Fengqing's eyes flashed with disgust, and she said coldly, "At least, he's stronger than you, and much stronger at that!"

"Why don't you step up for the competition this time? I hope you don't lose too badly!"

"You...!" The young man's face darkened, and he wanted to say something but held back, looking at Su Ming disdainfully. "Just because you say you're stronger doesn't make it true. Why don't we test it out on the arena?"

"Cousin, are you sure about that?" Ning Fengqing raised an eyebrow.

"Hmph... Do you think I'm afraid?" The young man smiled faintly.

"What's going on, Fengchao?" A voice suddenly came from the side.

Su Ming turned to see a stern-looking middle-aged man approaching.

"Dad! I just came to see how capable this external help is. From what I can tell, he's nothing special," the young man, Fengchao, said directly.

"Fengqing, it's been a while," the middle-aged man greeted Ning Fengqing.

"It has, Uncle," Ning Fengqing replied.

The middle-aged man then turned his gaze to Su Ming. "He doesn't seem very impressive. Fengqing, are you sure he has the strength to win the competition for our family? Even in modern times, there are still plenty of frauds around."

Ning Fengqing's uncle spoke dismissively.

"Uncle! How can you say that...!" Ning Fengqing was already displeased, but before she could finish, Su Ming cut in.

"Whether he has the strength or not, we'll find out through a match. What's the point of all this talk when we all practice martial arts?" Su Ming said bluntly.

He was annoyed. He could understand the young man being an idiot, but why was an elder also mocking him?

*Ping! System notification triggered!*

*Option 1: Defeat Ning Fengchao with overwhelming force. Reward: A villa in the Imperial View Garden, Demon City.*

*Option 2: Convince him with virtue and avoid a fight. Reward: 10 million cash.*

Without hesitation, Su Ming chose option one.

"Such arrogance!" Ning Fengqing's uncle's face darkened.

"Dad, don't worry. Let me fight him. He may not be strong, but his mouth is quite sharp," Ning Fengchao said.

Ning Fengqing's uncle nodded slightly.

Ning Fengchao then turned to Su Ming. "Let's go to the arena."

"No need. Here is fine. Defeating you doesn't require an arena," Su Ming said calmly.

Ning Fengchao's eyes blazed with anger.

"You don't know your place!"

"Fine! If you don't need an arena, let's see if your strength matches your mouth!"

"Xingyi! Cannon Fist!"

Ning Fengchao launched his attack, both fists striking out with a sonic boom.