Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Chapter 472 The Prince of Fu Weeps with Joy

The next morning, while it was still dark, Meng Chuan got up and went to the fishing platform.

Prince Fu was already waiting for Meng Chuan there.

Prince Fu did not wake Meng Chuan.

Even if Meng Chuan doesn't arrive as promised, he won't be angry.

Because he's currently taking a rather indifferent attitude towards Meng Chuan.

If Meng Chuan is willing to learn, then he is naturally willing to teach.

If Meng Chuan was unwilling to learn, he dared not force him.

He had already tasted the bitterness of forcing seedlings to grow faster.

However, Prince Fu was still very pleased that Meng Chuan arrived on time.

"Uncle Fu, thank you for your hard work. I'll start practicing my qi now."

Meng Chuan greeted Prince Fu with a smile and immediately began practicing his Qi cultivation.

Seeing Meng Chuan suddenly become polite, Prince Fu's face twitched.

He suddenly understood why Meng Chuan had said that yesterday:

Here comes my comment: I still prefer your rebellious side.

To be honest, Prince Fu suddenly missed Meng Chuan's "arrogant and domineering" manner.

This sudden display of politeness is really a bit unusual.

However, seeing Meng Chuan being so proactive, Prince Fu was still very happy.

More than an hour later, Meng Chuan finished his Qi cultivation.

Yingdie has also prepared a sumptuous breakfast.

After having breakfast, Meng Chuan immediately became eager to try it out.

"Uncle Fu, just like before, don't hold back, take this."

Meng Chuan flexed his wrists and surprisingly launched an attack.

Meng Chuan lowered his waist and assumed a horse stance, his right fist whistling through the air as it hurtled straight at Prince Fu's face.

Prince Fu slightly twisted his wrist, using his forearm to block while simultaneously deflecting the force of the punch to his side:

"Unsteady footwork, let's try again!"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Chuan swept his left leg towards Fu Wang's lower body.

But Prince Fu dodged to the side and gently placed his palm on Meng Chuan's knee.

This move, seemingly a case of Prince Fu using the opponent's force against them, actually subtly supported Meng Chuan's center of gravity, preventing him from losing his balance due to overuse of the move.

“It’s still too slow!”

As Prince Fu spoke, he suddenly attacked.

The moves he used were the same as Meng Chuan's.

However, Prince Fu's steps were steady and his momentum was strong, and his punch was aimed straight at Meng Chuan's face.

It was the same move as Meng Chuan's previous one, but it felt completely different.

Almost instinctively, Meng Chuan wanted to do what Prince Fu had done before: use the momentum to his advantage and redirect Prince Fu's punches.

However, Fu Wang's boxing style contains hidden variations.

The fingertips pressed several acupoints on Meng Chuan's wrist, making it impossible for Meng Chuan to exert any strength in his arm.

Despite the pain, Meng Chuan did not back down. He took the punch from Prince Fu head-on, but then suddenly lunged forward, ramming his chest into Prince Fu.

This is a life-or-death fighting style, dangerous but very effective.

Prince Fu was caught off guard and was knocked back three steps by Meng Chuan before he regained his balance.

"interesting."

A smile flashed in Prince Fu's eyes, but the next moment he was stunned.

Meng Chuan's eyes began to turn cold.

A fierce, life-or-death aura emanated from Meng Chuan.

At this moment, Meng Chuan was just as imposing as he was when he fought against Langya in the iron cage.

A terrifying aura emanated from it, which even made the Prince of Fu feel slightly uneasy.

"Young Master, you..."

Prince Fu looked at Meng Chuan nervously.

Why has the young master fallen into a state of inner demons again?

What if Meng Chuan's body is overwhelmed by this emotional shock and he falls into a coma again?

Just as Prince Fu was about to call a halt to the conflict and awaken Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan spoke in a chilling tone:

"Uncle Fu, let's see how strong I am in this state!"

With that, Meng Chuan charged toward Prince Fu once again.

Just when Prince Fu was unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Meng Chuan had already reached Prince Fu.

Almost instinctively, Prince Fu turned his left hand into a palm strike, like a knife slashing towards Meng Chuan's Jianjing acupoint.

Meng Chuan jerked his head back, narrowly avoiding the palm strike, but his elbow struck Prince Fu's ribs in the process.

This move was both swift and ruthless, and Prince Fu secretly praised it, saying "Good!"

Young Master's reaction and speed are already top-notch.

However, Meng Chuan was clearly not yet fully adapted to this state of his body.

The two went back and forth at Diaoyutai.

Meng Chuan's moves became increasingly unrestrained, sometimes as fierce as a tiger descending a mountain, and sometimes as swift as a monkey climbing a tree.

Prince Fu always held back three-tenths of his strength, and when he blocked, he was always able to deflect Meng Chuan's momentum just right.

When delivering the attack, he precisely targeted the opening in Meng Chuan's attack.

The morning light shone through the thin mist onto the two of them, making them seem to glow.

The more Yingdie watched, the more alarmed she became.

Meng Chuan was actually able to fight the Prince of Fu to a standstill.

Of course, this is also because Prince Fu was holding back!

If Prince Fu goes all out, Meng Chuan probably still won't last ten rounds.

However, the fact that Meng Chuan could withstand ten rounds from Prince Fu shows that his growth is already astonishing.

Among the experts of the Battle Hall, only a few, such as Zhan Qi, could exchange thirty or forty blows with Prince Fu.

Few ordinary members of the Battle Hall could withstand ten moves from Prince Fu.

"I can't go on, Uncle Fu, I'm so tired, so very tired."

Suddenly, Meng Chuan collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Meng Chuan felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

At this point, he couldn't even stand up.

However, as soon as Meng Chuan spoke, the cold, murderous aura emanating from him vanished instantly.

Meng Chuan returned to his usual sunny, boyish self.

Yingdie rushed forward to help Meng Chuan.

However, Fu Wang is faster than Ying Die.

Prince Fu grabbed Meng Chuan's hand and took his pulse.

"Uncle Fu, you don't need to be so nervous. I'm just too tired."

Meng Chuan looked at the tense-looking Prince Fu with a wry smile.

"Young Master, how did you do that?"

Only after confirming that Meng Chuan's pulse was normal did Prince Fu breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the joy on Prince Fu's face was palpable.

"How did you do that?"

Meng Chuan looked at Prince Fu with a puzzled expression.

"It's an inner demon. How is the young master able to control his inner demon so freely?"

Yingdie also looked at Meng Chuan with a shocked expression.

"What inner demons? I don't understand."

Meng Chuan stared blankly at Ying Die.

"Just like me."

As Yingdie spoke, she immediately began her demonstration.

Yingdie, who was already somewhat aloof, suddenly changed her aura.

He gives off an emotionless vibe, like a sharp sword suddenly drawn from its sheath, cold as ice.

At this moment, Meng Chuan was even somewhat afraid to meet Ying Die's gaze.

But the next moment, Yingdie relaxed, and that terrifying aura vanished.

It was as if everything before had been an illusion.

"I don't know, but whenever I think about the thrill of fighting Wolf Fang, I feel an indescribable surge of strength and courage within me."

Meng Chuan shook his head:

"However, in this state, I feel very strong, but I can't maintain it; it accelerates the loss of my physical strength."

Meng Chuan said weakly.

"A genius! Heaven truly has blessed our Green Gang!"

Suddenly, Prince Fu burst into tears.

"Uncle Fu, what's wrong with you...?"

Meng Chuan was somewhat bewildered.

"Shadow Butterfly, do you still remember how many times you had to forcefully awaken your inner demons before you finally mastered the method of controlling them?"

Instead of explaining, Prince Fu turned to Yingdie with excitement and asked.

"I don't remember the specifics, but from the time I was six years old when my inner demon was first forcibly activated, to when I was sixteen and barely managed to control it, I must have been forcibly activated no less than thirty times in those ten years."

Yingdie frowned and thought for a moment before speaking.

"Young Master can control it in just one time."

Prince Fu was trembling as he spoke.

Then he dropped a sentence:

"Take good care of the young master, I'll go and report the good news to Fifth Master!"