Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Underground fight arena.

Martial Arts District.

”Ah—!”

Accompanied by a miserable scream, a fat Martial Artist in the Golden Core Realm was slammed down to the ground by Sun Zhe like a spinning top.

”Seven consecutive victories!”

”Boss, you are incredible!”

Witnessing this, Chen Ruolong couldn’t help but raise his arms and shout, his eyes full of admiration as he watched Sun Zhe.

Chen Ruoyi and Feng Ling exchanged smiles, as if sharing the honor.

Since Sun Zhe stepped onto the stage, in just two hours, he has achieved seven consecutive victories, and all the opponents he defeated were geniuses in the Golden Core District, of considerable caliber.

However, as Sun Zhe continued to fight one match after another, Chen Ruolong grew a bit worried and said, ”This can’t go on. Boss has won so many consecutive matches, exhausting so much energy, it’s definitely not good. I’m just afraid those sneaky ones might take advantage.”

Feng Ling stared at Sun Zhe on stage, her expression thoughtful, and said, ”I think, at least for now, there shouldn’t be a problem. The Pavilion Master seems to be in good shape, not very exhausted.”

On the stage.

Sun Zhe remained calm, carrying the Mountain-Suppressing Sword as he walked to the edge of the stage, and stood firmly, sweeping his sharp gaze across the spectators below, ”Next one!”

”I’ll go!”

A middle-aged man jumped onto the stage, aggressively saying, ”You ghostly master, let me take you on!”

...

...

In the blink of an eye.

Night fell.

With each victory secured, Sun Zhe won twenty-two consecutive matches, breaking the highest consecutive victory record in the history of the Golden Core District!

And this terrifying achievement naturally brought him even broader attention.

Even those old folks from the Nascent Soul District showed up, and some elders even wanted to accept Sun Zhe as their disciple, but upon recognizing the sword in Sun Zhe’s hand, they reconsidered.

The seemingly clumsy and somewhat comical sword, not everyone can recognize it, but those who do are not ordinary people.

Below the stage.

Chen Ruolong looked at the time on his phone and said, ”It’s already seven o’clock. If no one challenges today, then boss’s title as Martial Hero is secured!”

Chen Ruoyi, not very familiar with the rules of the martial arts ring, asked, ”Isn’t there no one challenging now? Does that mean Ah Zhe has already won the title of Martial Hero?”

Feng Ling patiently explained to her, ”According to the rules, after winning a match, if no one steps up to challenge within the next hour, it means today’s ring challenge for the Pavilion Master is over, and his consecutive win record will be maintained until tomorrow.”

”Tomorrow, the Pavilion Master will be the first to go on stage, acting as the defender to accept challenges.”

Chen Ruoyi nodded and then said, ”Does that mean Ah Zhe has to stay on stage for another hour?”

Chen Ruolong suddenly couldn’t help but curse, saying, ”No matter what, this rule is such a trap, so damn unfair.”

”Think about it, if boss and an opponent both end up badly injured, though he won, he’s unable to fight anymore. Then anyone can just come up and end his winning streak, even a passing dog could do it.”

”Do you think this rule is fair?”

Feng Ling shook her head, seemingly disagreeing, and said, ”It seems unfair, but it’s actually the cruelty of the Martial Artist Realm. Real enemies don’t wait to challenge you when you’re in good shape.”

”That’s true.”

Feng Ling added, ”However, I don’t think what you said will happen, because most Martial Artists in the Golden Core Realm have high spirits, rarely exploiting such loopholes.”

”Although it’s within the rules, doing so would undoubtedly incur the public’s hatred, being seen as shameless, and they wouldn’t be able to hold their heads high in the entire underground fight arena.”

”...”

As the three discussed, a burly figure suddenly squeezed through the crowd and walked over.

Before the person arrived, a rough voice was already heard, ”Chen Ruolong, you little rascal, why are you here causing trouble instead of training properly in the martial arts hall!”

Recognizing the distinctive rough voice, Chen Ruolong instantly felt a chill, slowly turning his head to face the newcomer, forcing a smile.

”Dad, why are you here?”

Chen Yungang snorted coldly, saying nothing, standing beside him and looking at Sun Zhe on stage with interest.

Earlier, while watching a live stream at home, upon seeing Sun Zhe win twenty-two consecutive matches, he became interested in recruiting talent, so he came personally to the underground fight arena, intending to offer Sun Zhe an olive branch after he stepped down.

Despite feeling that this yellow-haired kid was far from his future son-in-law, he had to admit, Sun Zhe indeed had immense talent in martial arts with an unlimited future.

”Cough... Yiyi, you’re here too.”

Chen Ruoyi’s expression was odd, ”Dad, what exactly are you up to?”

”Uh... Nothing, really. I was just passing by handling some business and conveniently came to check things out, haha... don’t you say it’s quite lively here.”

...

Time was slipping by.

Since Sun Zhe knocked his opponent off the stage, about forty minutes had passed.

Uncertain if anyone else would challenge, he sat cross-legged on the stage, quietly meditating and absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to replenish his energy.

Chen Ruolong looked around and noticed the Martial Artists were whispering among themselves, with none daring to challenge, smiling, ”It seems people from the Golden Core District have realized boss’s prowess, not daring to go up for more beatings, so his Martial Hero title is secure!”

Chen Yungang rubbed his chin, staring at Sun Zhe on the stage with interest, ”Not bad, not bad, a promising talent. Ruolong, does your friend have any affiliations?”

Hearing this, Chen Ruolong recalled Sun Zhe’s terrifying background, his expression odd, ”Dad, you wouldn’t be planning to recruit him into our family’s martial arts hall, would you?”

Chen Yungang’s face turned serious, ”After all, he’s your friend, without affiliations here in Kyoto, showing such astonishing talent; he needs some support for stable growth.”

”A tree that stands out will surely be shaken by the wind. Do you understand this logic?”

Chen Ruolong gave him a meaningful look, ”You make it sound so good, you just want my boss to help beat the Divine Dragon Martial Arts Association. That’s why you’re really here!”

”Cough... Stop spouting nonsense, I was just passing by!”

”Alright. To be honest, I talked to boss about it a long time ago, and he agreed.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Yungang’s eyes lit up, and he enthusiastically slapped his head, excitedly saying, ”Really?!”

”He really agreed?”

”Ouch... Dad, that hurts!”

As the father and son joked around, suddenly a commotion erupted from the opposite crowd.

Someone suddenly cried out, ”Look, it’s Qi Xue!”

”Why is Qi Xue here?”

”My goddess... is she here to challenge the ghost?”

”Of course, why else would she come?”

Upon hearing the excited cheers, Chen Ruolong and the others felt a sinking feeling, sensing trouble.

Chen Ruoyi clenched her fists, gritting her teeth, ”Qi Xue is likely here to challenge.”

Chen Ruolong also felt the indignation filling him, ”She comes not early, nor late, but waits until boss is severely depleted, this is so dishonorable!”

”...”