The banquet ended unhappily. Back in the private room, only Qing Kong Yue Zhang and Uncle Feng remained.
Qing Kong Yue Zhang asked curiously, "How was the strength of that young brother?"
Uncle Feng's arm, which had just clashed with him, still trembled slightly. "Very strong, above me!"
Qing Kong Yue Zhang took a deep breath and pondered, "He's not even a match for your first-stage Martial King Master? How can that be?"
Uncle Feng nodded, feeling a trace of fear. "It's absolutely true. I can hardly believe it, to possess such profound strength at such a young age. This person's future is limitless."
Qing Kong Yue Zhang's eyes twinkled. "Pass down the order: this person can only be befriended, never become an enemy."
"Yes! Family Head!" Uncle Feng accepted the command.
Qing Kong Yue Zhang said, "Also, deploy the Eight Constellations of the Azure Dragon, bring substantial gifts, and find him at all costs to apologize!"
Uncle Feng hesitated for a moment, then bowed. "Yes!"
Fan Miaomiao left Qing Huang Ming Yao in a hurry. Her bodyguard quickly opened the car door. "Miss..."
Fan Miaomiao ignored him and quickly made a call. "Hello? Zhi Tian? Where are you? I'm sorry I upset you today, I'm coming to find you."
Ming Zhi Tian was very busy, preparing for an appointment three days later. But he still patiently said, "It's okay, Miaomiao. I'm not blaming you. I'll treat you to a meal another day. I have to go now."
Ming Zhi Tian's words surprised Fan Miaomiao. She immediately said, "Oh, okay. Let me treat you then?"
"Mm."
After hanging up, Ming Zhi Tian looked at the still energetic Xiao Hong and decided to take her to an amusement park, but it was closed.
No matter, Ming Zhi Tian leaped up, crossed the tall gate, and walked straight in. The other electronic rides were off-limits, so he could only play on those that spun around.
Ming Zhi Tian spun himself manually, and Xiao Hong had a blast.
Late at night, after sending Xiao Hong back to the Wang family and lulling her to sleep, Ming Zhi Tian resumed his hellish, devilish training.
In the early stages, besides training leg speed, the later stages should focus on punches and kicks.
He ran into the uninhabited mountains and began training at a pace of ten punches per second. Besides speed, he also had to shatter large rocks.
A night passed, and Ming Zhi Tian showed no signs of stopping. To protect those he cared about, he spared no effort.
Until noon, he collapsed, utterly exhausted...
He vaguely woke up in the afternoon. Looking at the dazzling sunlight, Ming Zhi Tian was covered in dust. He had slept and felt his energy replenished. He was in the late stage of the Lesser Heavenly Cycle! He estimated that one more day of training would allow him to break through.
Looking around, in one night and a long day, he had leveled an entire mountain. If any other martial artist were here, they would be stunned, unable to believe Ming Zhi Tian's astonishing growth speed.
Returning from the mountains to the city, his phone rang. It was the fifth call; the mountains had no signal.
They were all from Fan Miaomiao: "Zhi Tian? You finally answered? Is something wrong?"
Ming Zhi Tian said, "I'm fine, very good. Sorry for answering so late."
Fan Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, is the Qing Kong family still bothering you?"
Ming Zhi Tian shook his head. "No."
"Where are you? I'll come pick you up."
Ming Zhi Tian said, "Mm." "Come to the Wang family to find me. I'll take a shower first."
Fan Miaomiao asked, confused, "A shower? You didn't come back all night?"
As Ming Zhi Tian was about to enter the Wang family villa, a wealthy woman flirtatiously threw a few one-yuan coins at him.
Ming Zhi Tian didn't catch them. The coins clanged on the ground, scattering.