freeallnovels Chapter 19 One yawn, and the entire room fell silent!
Chapter 19 One yawn, and the entire room fell silent!
Inside the "Dragon's Nest" stadium, the air was so heavy it felt like you could wring water out of it.
On the huge circular field, enormous screens hanging on all four sides were relentlessly broadcasting the scene live.
On one screen is the distorted face of "The Butcher" Gregory, filled with murderous lust.
On the other side was an empty contestant tunnel and a blood-red countdown timer.
00:05:14.
There are only five minutes left before the start of the match.
And the "Master of the Courtyard" who represented China has vanished without a trace.
"It seems the rumors are true; that Chinese man is really scared!"
"What a disappointment! I thought I was going to see a showdown of the century, but it turned out to be a globally watched farce!"
"Chinese Kung Fu? What a joke!"
In the audience, extraordinary individuals and the wealthy from all over the world erupted in a tsunami of laughter and boos.
Many of them staked their lives and fortunes on the "butcher" in this showdown.
The few martial arts practitioners present all had ashen faces and their fists were clenched so tightly that their knuckles turned white.
The feeling was like being pinned to the ground and slapped repeatedly in front of the whole world.
Backstage.
Li Zhenguo was utterly desperate.
He slumped in the chair, as if his bones had been removed, his eyes staring blankly at the ground.
"It's over...it's all over..."
His lips moved, and his voice was hoarse.
"I, Li Zhenguo, am the eternal sinner of Chinese martial arts..."
His assistants and staff all had their heads bowed, and the entire lounge was shrouded in a deathly silence of despair.
Just then.
"Squeak—"
The door to the lounge was slowly pushed open from the outside.
A lazy voice drifted in.
"Wow, everyone's here."
Li Zhenguo suddenly looked up.
When he saw that figure, he froze.
The newcomer was dressed in faded casual clothes, with a straw in his mouth and a nearly empty carton of soy milk in his hand. He was looking around the house, which was filled with an aura of despair, with the kind of look one might give someone strolling through their own backyard.
Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin!
Li Zhenguo's brain went blank for a moment, then he sprang up from the chair like a drowning man grabbing the only piece of driftwood!
He practically lunged forward, his voice trembling uncontrollably, and his cloudy old eyes instantly filled with tears.
"Mr. Lin! You...you've finally arrived! I thought...I thought..."
"What did you think? That I ran away?"
Lin Fan slurped up the last mouthful of soy milk, flicked his wrist, and the empty box traced a precise parabola in the air before landing steadily in the trash can in the corner.
"There was a bit of traffic on the road, so I'm a little late."
block?
Fang Qingxue, who was following behind Lin Fan, couldn't help but twitch her beautiful lips when she heard this serious reason.
From a courtyard house dozens of kilometers away, one can step up to the top of the stadium.
Is this what you call a traffic jam?
Which dimension of traffic are you stuck in?
The others in the lounge were completely stunned by Lin Fan's attire and demeanor.
They had imagined the demeanor of this extraordinary master countless times.
Perhaps it's because they have an otherworldly air about them, untouched by worldly concerns.
Perhaps it was their overwhelming aura, their disdainful gaze sweeping over the world.
But no matter how hard they racked their brains, they never imagined it would be this... a neighbor's young man who had just strolled over from the breakfast stall and bought a cup of soy milk.
"Hurry! Hurry! Mr. Lin, the competition is about to begin!"
Li Zhenguo finally recovered from the huge shock, grabbed Lin Fan's arm, and dragged him towards the contestants' passage.
"What's the rush?"
Lin Fan let him drag him along, but his pace remained unhurried.
"The timing is perfect."
……
On the field.
Countdown, reset to zero.
The on-site host, a blond, blue-eyed white man, announced to the world in a highly rousing voice:
"Ladies and gentlemen! It seems our Chinese friends have chosen the most shameful way to end this confrontation!"
"He chickened out!"
"Now, let us cheer for the true victor—the invincible king of the 'Black Bear' organization, 'The Butcher' Gregory!"
boom!
The entire audience erupted in ear-piercing boos and laughter.
Gregory slowly stood up, opened his arms wide enough to strangle a giant bear, closed his eyes, and greedily savored the glory that belonged to the victor.
He walked to the center of the field, picked up the microphone, his face showing undisguised contempt and arrogance.
"I've said it before, all so-called Chinese kung fu is..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
A figure emerged from the deep shadows of the players' tunnel.
There were no stirring battle songs.
There were no dazzling lights.
There was no grand welcome.
He walked out in an ordinary way, bathed in the sudden spotlight, and walked step by step to the center of the venue.
His hands were empty.
He didn't exude even the slightest aura of a powerful figure.
Even on his handsome face, there was a hint of sleepiness, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
Like a tourist who had wandered onto a film set, he first looked around blankly at the boisterous audience, and then at Gregory, whose figure was as tall as an iron tower.
At last.
Under the watchful eyes of billions of people around the world.
He yawned.
A loud, lazy yawn echoed throughout every corner of the stadium.
moment.
The whole world fell silent.
The deafening boos and laughter seemed to be instantly extinguished by an invisible hand, coming to an abrupt end.
Tens of thousands of on-site spectators and hundreds of millions of netizens watching the live stream around the world were all stunned.
This……
Who is this?
Is this the mysterious and unpredictable "Master of the Courtyard" that Li Zhenguo risked everything for?
Is there some fatal flaw in this art style?
In front of the television, countless Chinese people instinctively covered their faces, feeling they couldn't bear to watch.
Backstage, Li Zhenguo slapped himself hard on the forehead with a loud "smack," letting out a painful groan.
It’s over.
His image as a wise and virtuous person is completely ruined.
In the center of the field, Gregory's smile froze on his face.
He stared intently at the young man in front of him, who was two heads shorter than him and looked like he could be killed with a single punch, his eyes filled with absurdity and astonishment.