He said with a grim expression, "Ye Jianghe, how dare you protect this brat at the risk of offending us!"
"I'm telling you, this is absolutely a grave mistake!"
"The provincial martial arts competition is starting in a week, right? We won't show you any mercy on the stage then!"
"Since this brat broke one of my legs, I will, in turn, break your hands!"
"I want to let you know what the price of offending me is!"
Ye Jianghe snorted and said, "Wang Jian, you are truly too arrogant. In your current state, you should go to the hospital and lie down for a couple of days. Don't come out and embarrass yourself."
Wang Jian said ferociously, "Ye Jianghe, do you still think I'll be the one competing in this martial arts tournament? Haha, you are too naive."
"I didn't plan to leak this information, but since things have come to this point today, it doesn't matter if I tell you!"
"We, the Tian Can Sect, have taken in a genius. He is the personal disciple of our Sect Master!"
"In just three years, he has cultivated the Tian Can Foot to the eighth level, second only to our Sect Master!"
"Ye Jianghe, the eighth level of Tian Can Foot, I believe you know what that concept means, right?"
"With your Wing Chun martial arts, you'd better be prepared to be crippled!"
Listening to Wang Jian's arrogant words, Ye Jianghe trembled with anger, his face exceptionally grim.
In reality, however, he was filled with shock.
He indeed knew the implications of the eighth level of Tian Can Foot. Although Wing Chun and Tian Can Foot were on par, he knew that with his personal strength, he was no match for the eighth level of Tian Can Foot.
The Tian Can Sect had produced such a genius. It seemed the Tian Can Sect intended to use this martial arts competition as a stage for that genius!
Seeing that Ye Jianghe had no intention of speaking, Wang Jian took it as him being scared.
He taunted him a couple more times, then left with Wang Shi.
"Bastard!" Only after Wang Jian and his son had entered the private room did Ye Jianghe punch the wall and growl in frustration.
Ye Wen said calmly from the side, "Jianghe, to practice martial arts, one must first practice the mind. You cannot let others' words shake your state of mind. This is definitely not good for you."
Upon hearing this, Ye Jianghe quickly bowed to Ye Wen and said, "Great-Grandpa, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have gotten so agitated."
Wu Tian frowned and asked, "Brother Ye, what exactly is that martial arts competition about? Is it convenient to explain?"
Ye Jianghe looked at Wu Tian, then sighed and said, "It's like this, every three years, the province organizes a martial arts competition."
"This competition does not invite famous sects, only independent martial artists from the jianghu. It's considered the largest martial arts competition in the province."
"Three years ago, our Wing Chun Sect won the championship. But judging by Wang Jian's words today, it seems the Tian Can Sect was very unwilling to accept that outcome."
"They have produced a genius disciple, and I believe they are determined to win this championship."
Ye Wen said from the side, "The Tian Can Sect acts insidiously. When you compete, if you find the opponent truly formidable, I advise you to back down and avoid conflict. It would be better not to fight."
"If you were to be seriously injured, it would not be good."
Ye Jianghe nodded and said, "I understand, Great-Grandpa. Please rest assured, I will be careful then."
Ye Wen nodded, and the two prepared to move forward.
But at this moment, Ye Jianghe noticed Wu Tian hadn't moved and couldn't help but turn back and ask, "Wu Tian, what's wrong now?"
Wu Tian looked at Ye Jianghe with a strange gaze, then asked, "Brother Ye, I want to ask you something. Does it have to be you who participates in this martial arts competition?"
Ye Jianghe was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It doesn't have to be. As long as the list is submitted three days before the competition."
"I see," Wu Tian continued, "If that's the case, then let me participate in this martial arts competition."
"What did you say?" This time, not only Ye Jianghe, but even Ye Wen was greatly taken aback.
Ye Jianghe's eyes widened and he said, "You want to compete? Wu Tian, why? Why would you suddenly have such an idea?"
Wu Tian said solemnly, "Speaking of which, this was originally my feud with them."
"Since that's the case, I think it's better for me to handle it personally."
"And honestly, I also want to see how powerful this so-called genius of the Tian Can Sect really is."
"But..." Ye Jianghe was worried about Wu Tian, so he didn't want Wu Tian to compete.
But at this moment, Ye Wen patted his shoulder, signaling him to be quiet.
He nodded at Wu Tian and said, "Oh, is that so? Since that's the case, then you go ahead and compete."
"Great-Grandpa, you..." Ye Jianghe was even more confused.
Ye Wen smiled and said, "Jianghe, just trust Wu Tian."
"Their Tian Can Sect has a genius, but is my Wing Chun Sect without a genius?"
"With Wu Tian's current abilities, it's still uncertain who will win or lose when we reach the arena!"
Ye Jianghe was very worried about Wu Tian. After all, Wang Jian had spoken so harshly, so the genius of the Tian Can Sect would definitely not hold back on the stage.
If Wu Tian were to have an accident on the stage, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss for the Wing Chun Sect.
But since Ye Wen had already said so, what else could he say?
At this moment, he could only trust Ye Wen's judgment.
Ye Wen said to Wu Tian, "Wu Tian, it's all up to your personal performance this time."
"There's still quite a bit of time. Why don't you cultivate a bit more to consolidate the martial arts you've learned?"
To this, Wu Tian shook his head and smiled, "No need, Master. For the days to come, I think it's better for me to go back and rest properly."
"What did you say?" Ye Jianghe couldn't believe his ears.
He stared at Wu Tian with wide eyes and continued, "Wu Tian, this is the most critical time. How can you go back to rest?"
Wu Tian smiled and said, "Critical or not, haven't I been practicing for a week?"
"I've already been tense enough. I think it's better to rest well now."
Ye Jianghe couldn't help but look at Ye Wen, "Great-Grandpa, what do you think..."
He originally thought Ye Wen would refuse, but to his surprise, Ye Wen smiled and said, "You're right. Cultivating well and resting well are the consistent core of our Wing Chun Sect."
"After all, Wing Chun emphasizes a balance between relaxation and tension. If one is constantly tense, how can they cultivate martial arts well?"
Ye Jianghe was dumbfounded, not quite understanding their thoughts.