The City’s Strongest Son-in-law

The next day, the martial arts hall was packed with people as far as the eye could see, and the ticket prices for the martial arts tournament championship had already soared to astronomical heights. Many people simply couldn’t get tickets, but even without them, unable to enter and watch the competition, there were still plenty of enthusiastic people standing outside the martial arts hall.

Of course, among this crowd, there were not only Chen Qingqing’s fans but also many who just sought excitement. After all, many people in the country loved a lively atmosphere, even if they were not directly involved; they just enjoyed squeezing into crowds. Naturally, there were also those who were hoping to see Chen Qingqing make a fool of herself.

After all, it was unheard of in Beijing for such a young girl to defeat numerous experts single-handedly. Moreover, the rumors about Chen Qingqing were plentiful, with some claiming she resembled the moon goddess Chang’e, while others said she was hideous, scaring many masters with her looks. Opinions varied widely, so those who hadn’t seen Chen Qingqing were curious to catch a glimpse.

Suddenly, a car entered everyone’s view, capturing the collective gaze as people eagerly anticipated who might step out. Even before the car came to a complete stop, many crowded around.

A girl in a sports outfit was the first to emerge from the BMW, her frame small and delicate, resembling the girl next door with a gentle and frail demeanor.

The crowd couldn’t help but buzz with discussion, hardly able to believe the petite girl before them was indeed Chen Qingqing. A single thought lingered in their minds: what kind of prowess did she possess to defeat so many Great Master Level figures in Beijing?

"Chen Qingqing, I really like you, really like you! Can you give me an autograph?"

"Chen Qingqing, can you be my girlfriend?"

"Chen Qingqing, I’m a big fan of you; could you give me a hug?"

"Idol, idol, you’re amazing! Can you teach me martial arts?"

A throng of fervent fans shouted directly at Chen Qingqing, with some rushing forward, creating quite a chaotic scene.

Security guards wielding batons worked hard to carve a path for Chen Qingqing, trying to keep the fans from getting too close.

Among the onlookers was an elderly man whose expression was extremely displeased, none other than Yang Kaitai.

In Yang Kaitai’s world, the martial arts hall was a solemn and dignified place, where heroes deserved respect. Yet here, so many people were idolizing a young girl, shouting before the martial arts hall, deeming it indecorous.

"A mere entertainer flaunting skills here is truly a crime deserving death," Yang Kaitai glared furiously in Chen Qingqing’s direction and said viciously.

"Indeed, a fine exchange among martial arts peers has turned into a celebrity meet-and-greet due to this young girl. If such a trend persists, the martial arts world will soon fall into chaos," remarked Zhou Renjie, watching the scene with cold eyes. He inwardly hoped Yang Kaitai would swiftly kill Chen Qingqing, removing a threat so he could better tackle Su Changfeng.

Additionally, there was another group unhappy with the scene—Wu Xiangming and Luo Jianlin.

Before Chen Qingqing arrived, Luo Jianlin was a prominent figure in the martial arts world, always surrounded by fans wherever he went, enjoying such high levels of attention. But now, Chen Qingqing had stolen the spotlight.

"Jianlin, don’t take it to heart. Once you’re onstage and sign the life-and-death agreement, Chen Qingqing won’t exist in this world anymore, and these so-called fans will turn to you," Wu Xiangming said.

Luo Jianlin nodded slightly, agreeing with Wu Xiangming. Despite acknowledging Chen Qingqing’s remarkable skills from watching her recent matches, Luo Jianlin was confident. He believed from the bottom of his heart that Chen Qingqing couldn’t be his match; she would be his defeated opponent once onstage.

As long as Luo Jianlin emerged today as the absolute victor before the public, those who praised Chen Qingqing would realize their past foolishness.

Of course, Luo Jianlin didn’t merely intend to beat Chen Qingqing onstage; he was already determined to go all out against her to appease his bitterness.

"Li Yawei, when Chen Qingqing inevitably dies today, have you prepared her grave and coffin?" Wu Xiangming said coldly upon encountering Li Yawei.

These days, Li Yawei had been particularly cheerful; due to Chen Qingqing, his Donglin Martial Arts Hall was renowned throughout Beijing, with many flocking to join over the past two days, bringing the student count to two hundred. Given such momentum, surpassing Wu Xiangming’s hall seemed imminent.

"Wu Xiangming, you’ve witnessed Chen Qingqing’s abilities in the matches over the past two days, so I think you’d better advise your disciple Luo Jianlin to be cautious. After all, while losing may earn Chen Qingqing a reputation as a young girl, if Luo Jianlin were defeated by her, he’d struggle to find footing in the Beijing Martial Arts World," Li Yawei said with a smile.

These words infuriated Wu Xiangming, who had expected Donglin Martial Arts Hall to close down. But unexpectedly, Chen Qingqing emerged, giving Li Yawei a chance to turn the tables, which naturally angered him immensely.

Seeing Li Yawei’s triumphant demeanor further fueled his rage, and he even contemplated directly confronting Li Yawei.

"Haha, Li Yawei, are you dreaming? Do you seriously think Chen Qingqing is a match for my disciple Luo Jianlin? It’s utterly ridiculous," Wu Xiangming retorted with disdain.

"Qingqing, although Luo Jianlin is arrogant, he undeniably possesses some skill, far superior to those opponents you’ve beaten in the past. So when facing him later, be extremely cautious, avoid reckless actions, and don’t underestimate him," Su Changfeng advised Chen Qingqing.