Chapter 432 - 432: I Don't Remember Any Bet

Jiang Xinghai's expression remained unchanged, like a cat preparing to catch a mouse.

His body stuck close to Zhang Rui's attacks, moving with incredible speed, as fluid as water and as swift as the wind.

Though Zhang Rui's attacks were fast, they could never breach his defensive perimeter.

'This can't go on!'

Zhang Rui thought to herself. Her assault grew fiercer, her Inner Strength surging out like a ferocious flood as she pushed her Yin-Yang Hand to its absolute limit.

Jiang Xinghai remained unmoved, as if everything was within his grasp. He was like an old man sitting on a sofa, sipping tea while watching Zhang Rui's performance.

"Sigh! This man is truly powerful. Even with my cultivation as a Great Venerable, I fear I would be powerless to resist him."

On the second floor, Zhang Shangfeng watched the scene unfold below, shaking his head with a sigh.

He knew that even if he went downstairs to stop them now, it would be useless. He could only hope that Jiang Xinghai would show some mercy.

"Jiang Xinghai, why do you keep dodging!"

Zhang Rui's sharp cry rang out. "This is incredibly disrespectful to me! If you don't fight back, I won't hold back anymore!"

"Since you're in such a hurry to admit defeat, I can only oblige you."

Jiang Xinghai's voice sounded coolly, and he flicked the half-smoked cigarette in his hand into the air.

"BOOM!"

As she watched, the cigarette butt sparked and instantly transformed into a fireball. Zhang Rui finally realized she was no match for him.

'Oh no, my face!'

She knew she couldn't dodge it. She hurriedly covered her cheeks with her hands and began to retreat rapidly.

Losing wasn't scary. What was scary was having her face disfigured after losing. That would be a nightmare for the rest of her life!

"Senior Sister, be careful!"

"Junior Sister!"

"Mr. Jiang, please show mercy!"

At the same time, Zhang Shangfeng leaped down from the second floor.

He knew Jiang Xinghai wasn't trying to kill her, but the heat and size of that fireball were far beyond what his daughter, Zhang Rui, could handle.

"SWOOSH!"

No one had expected Jiang Xinghai to move so quickly. His figure, like a ghostly afterimage, actually surpassed the speed of the fireball as he thrust his palms forward.

Zhang Rui was still in shock. She only felt a gentle force strike her chest, and her backward momentum began to accelerate.

"Xiaorui!"

In that instant, Zhang Shangfeng rushed forward. Zhang Rui was flying backward directly toward him.

He reached out and caught Zhang Rui, then dodged to the side, avoiding the approaching fireball.

"Dad!"

Zhang Rui was truly frightened, her beautiful face pale with shock.

"It's okay now, don't worry." Zhang Shangfeng was also still shaken.

"Dad, you have to get revenge for me!" Zhang Rui puffed out her cheeks and glared at Jiang Xinghai opposite them.

"Silly girl, Mr. Jiang has already shown you mercy time and again. How could I repay his kindness with enmity?" Zhang Shangfeng said, affectionately patting Zhang Rui's shoulder.

"But Dad..." Zhang Rui clutched her chest, a look of frustration on her face.

Of course, she also understood why Jiang Xinghai had pushed her with that palm strike. Otherwise, her retreat speed would never have been enough to outpace the approaching fireball.

"Miss Zhang, you've lost," Jiang Xinghai said with a smile.

"That didn't count!" Zhang Rui argued.

"Yeah, yeah, that didn't count!"

"It was just a spar, but you launched a sneak attack! It doesn't count!"

Zhang Rui's fellow disciples also began to chime in with arguments.

"Enough."

But Zhang Shangfeng waved his hand, and the scene instantly fell silent. "A loss is a loss. I saw it very clearly. If Mr. Jiang hadn't shown mercy just now, even if all of you disciples attacked together, you would be no match for him."

"Ah..."

"No way..."

"..."

Everyone was instantly struck speechless.

Zhang Shangfeng cupped his fists toward Jiang Xinghai. "Mr. Jiang, may I ask what business you have with me?"

"Director Zhang?" Jiang Xinghai walked over.

Zhang Shangfeng nodded. "That is I."

"I've just come to recruit a few fellow practitioners at the Master Realm or above to serve as guardians for the soon-to-be-ascendant Shen Family." Jiang Xinghai didn't beat around the bush.

Everyone, including Zhang Shangfeng, was once again dumbfounded.

'The soon-to-be-ascendant Shen Family?'

'Never heard of them.'

'Serve as guardians?'

'This is clearly a bit outrageous.'

'He's so strong himself, why would he need to find guardians?'

'As a powerful expert, wouldn't countless Martial Arts masters volunteer to pledge their allegiance if he just asked?'

"Of course, I know you all wouldn't be swayed by monetary compensation. Therefore, I am willing to offer several Ancient Martial Arts Techniques as payment for the guardians. I wonder if Director Zhang would consider it?" Jiang Xinghai spread his hands, his gaze landing on Zhang Rui again.

"Techniques... Ancient Martial Arts Techniques?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Shangfeng's eyes narrowed.

Every practitioner of Martial Arts dreams of possessing a sufficiently powerful technique, especially one from the Ancient Martial Arts!

Jiang Xinghai smiled and nodded without a word, his gaze once again falling upon Zhang Rui.

"You... why do you keep looking at me?" Zhang Rui finally couldn't stand Jiang Xinghai's intense gaze any longer.

"Shouldn't you be fulfilling the terms of the bet we made before our match?" Jiang Xinghai said with a noncommittal smile.

When he had struck Zhang Rui's chest with his palm earlier, he had felt her youthful and firm figure. Not bad.

"I don't remember any bet." Zhang Rui's cheeks instantly flushed red.

'Become his maid?'

'There was no way she would agree to that!'