"Jin'er, why haven't you gotten up yet? Why are you still lying on the ground? Is something wrong?"
Seeing Lu Jin lying on the ground and hesitating for a long time, Old Master Lu asked again.
Upon hearing this, Lu Jin quickly straightened his posture, flipped over, and jumped in front of Old Master Lu and Zhang Jingqing. He suppressed his surging emotions and said:
"Tianshi, please don't blame Senior Brother Zhang anymore. Grandfather, Master, Daddy, you don't have to worry about Jin'er. Jin'er is fine..."
It was his first major defeat, and a horrific one at that. Lu Jin burst into tears, even after sorting out his emotions and stopping the tears.
But when he saw his relatives, his great-grandfather, father and master who loved him so much, he couldn't hold back the tears any longer before he could finish his words, and they streamed down his cheeks.
But as a respectable man, Lu Jin has lived a flawless life. Even if he bursts into tears, he still has to say something polite:
"Wu...Jin...Jin'er knows that there are always people better than you, and there are always things better than you. Wu...Senior Brother Zhang's skills are far superior to mine. Wu...I am not as skilled as him, wu...I admit defeat. Wu...I have nothing to say. I~wu...I don't take it to heart at all!"
Zhang Zhiwei: “…………”
I feel such an inexplicable sense of guilt!
It’s all the Big Eared Thief’s fault. Now that I’m back in the mountains, I have to take out the private money that this guy has saved for several years to treat us to a meal, as compensation for Old Lu’s mental damages!
Lu Jin had a stiff face, tears streaming down his face, but he was still speaking seriously and politely, which pulled the crowd back from the shock of the instant kill, and they couldn't help laughing.
Among those who laughed, the one who laughed the happiest and loudest was his great-grandfather.
"Oh my, my precious grandson was beaten to tears, and he's still holding on, hahahaha..."
Lu Xuan smiled and consoled her, "It's okay, Jin'er. Let's harden our hearts and practice for a few more years. Then we can beat Senior Brother Zhang until he cries!"
Not only the elders, but also the group of peers around were laughing. The little fat boy Wang Ai covered his mouth and made a barbell-like laugh, "Ku Ku Ku".
His sweetheart, the chubby girl Guan Shihua was also laughing, almost crying.
Feng Ping was also laughing, and while laughing, he was also shouting: "Brother Lu, it's not shameful to lose to Senior Zhang. Besides, if we beat two and lose to one, we won't lose!"
"Shut up, you little beast, what are you yelling about?"
Master Chu knocked Feng Ping on the head with his fist and scolded him, "What Senior Zhang? He is of the same generation as you. You should call him Senior Brother Zhang. If you call him that, won't I lose my dignity as a teacher?!"
"It's okay, Master. I've made up my mind. Let's talk about our own affairs. I'll call Senior Brother Zhang "Senior" and you "Junior"..."
Before Feng Ping could finish his words, he was hit by Master Chu's iron fist again.
"Feng Ping, I'm getting mad when I see you now. If you continue to embarrass yourself here, I'll use my fire escape technique to make you go back to Sichuan and face the wall and think!" Master Chu shouted angrily.
Feng Ping shrank his head and didn't dare to continue playing tricks.
On the other side, Lu Jin finished his polite words and heard the laughter from the people around him. He knew he had lost his composure and could no longer hold it in. He cried:
"Grandpa, Daddy, I...my clothes are dirty, I need to go change!"
After saying that, she wiped away her tears, lowered her head, and ran back into the house as if escaping.
"Xiao Lu, don't run!"
"Master Lu, please stay a little longer. Maybe someone will come up and avenge you."
Seeing Lu Jin's embarrassing look, many people, both the older and younger generations, started to make fun of him.
However, there were also a few people who did not laugh, but instead looked solemn.
For example, Lu Ci!
In the past, if he saw Lu Jin making a fool of himself, he would definitely laugh at him, but at this moment, he didn't even look at Lu Jin. There was only Zhang Zhiwei in his eyes.
Even if Zhang Zhiwei was just standing there, even if Zhang Zhiwei didn't even look at him.
But Lu Ci still felt a strong sense of oppression.
"It's really powerful, like a monster!"
Lu Ci had a crazy look on his face and walked towards the martial arts field with his fists clenched.
Lü Ren was startled by Lü Ci's action, and quickly reached out to hold him back, whispering:
"Brother, are you crazy? Why are you on stage?"
"Brother, don't stop me. We agreed before, so I can't go back on my word!"
There was a hint of madness on Lu Ci's face. "Also, I have a hunch. Right now, I still have the courage to go up on stage and face him. If I back down now, I'll be backing down forever. I'll never have the courage I have now again, and I won't even have the chance to challenge him again!"
Before his family encountered great changes, Lu Ci was a very pure person, somewhat similar to Ding Shimaan, two heroes of later generations. The difference was that Ding Shimaan became strong due to his lack of security, while Lu Ci simply worshipped strength.
But this purity could not last forever. Ding Shimaan was a lone man, but Lu Ci was not. The entire Lu family was behind him.
When he was young, with his father and elder brother carrying the burden for him, he could become the second young master of the Lu family who admired strength and was unruly.
But accidents always come unexpectedly. The Japanese pirates invaded and the country was in danger. As a thousand-year-old family rooted in this land, the Lu family naturally had integrity and vowed to live and die with the country.
Lu Ci's brother, the designated head of the Lu family, who carried the heavy burden for Lu Ci, was killed in the battlefield and beheaded by the Japanese.
Upon hearing the news, the elderly head of the Lu family was so angry that he vomited blood and was on the verge of death. Overnight, his father and brother were both gone. Lu Ci changed. From then on, personal pursuits were no longer important, and family came first.
But now, Lu Ci is still that rebellious young master who pursues power. When he sees Zhang Zhiwei, the embodiment of power among the younger generation, how could he not have the idea of competing with him?
If Lu Ci had not boasted before that he would crush Zhang Zhiwei, he might have struggled for a while, trying to convince himself to give up, and then rely on mocking Lu Jin to cover up the ups and downs in his heart.
But since I have already made such a boast, there is no way back. I have to pretend to be cool even if it means crying.
Lu Ci twisted his shoulders, broke free from Lu Ren's men, and strode towards the martial arts field.
Looking at his brother's firm steps, Lu Ren was stunned for a long time.
"Is it really meaningful to do something knowing it's impossible?" He asked himself, clenching his fists.
"Lu Ci, you little bastard, what are you doing?" The head of the Lu family noticed Lu Ci's actions and shouted.
Lu Ci only had Zhang Zhiwei in his eyes. He didn't care about his father's words at all. He even just waved his hand without turning his head.
Looking at Lu Ci walking towards him, Zhang Zhiwei was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Lu Ci would dare to go on stage after seeing the competition between him and Lu Jin.
"Are you really going to crush me?"
Lu Ci entered the martial arts arena, stared at Zhang Zhiwei, and said with his arms clasped, "A man's word is his bond. Lu Ci, from the Lu family, is here to learn from Senior Brother Zhang's impressive skills!"