I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 138 - 80: Ripples Arise in the County’s Wind and Cloud

Chapter 138: Chapter 80: Ripples Arise in the County’s Wind and Cloud

"My respects, Fifth Master. Greetings, everyone..."

Zhao Jinze cupped his fist in his hand and greeted everyone.

"Well now, Zeng the Sixth, Principal Zhao... we’re all familiar faces here. Fifth Master, what’s with the big production?"

The limping man beside Zhao Jinze scanned the crowd with a smile and spoke up.

"Limp Zhang, if you’re here to be a mediator, then act like one. You don’t even know what’s going on, yet you’re so eager to jump in."

Scarface shot a cold look at Limp Zhang, who had just spoken.

"Listen to yourself. It was just kids roughhousing..."

Limp Zhang said, still smiling.

"Roughhousing? His son nearly destroyed Fifth Master’s grandson’s Dantian!"

Scarface said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Limp Zhang’s expression changed slightly. This was no simple scuffle.

But since he had come to mediate, he couldn’t back down now.

He immediately smiled and said, "What’s done is done. Fifth Master, you are a magnanimous man. Please give Jinze a chance to apologize."

The man with round eyes and a broad nose who had come with them also chimed in, "It’s better to resolve enmity than to create it. Fifth Master, you are a man of great tolerance. Please be lenient."

Hearing their words, Fifth Master’s eyes narrowed slightly. He was silent for a moment before saying softly, "I will certainly give you two face."

"However, your son must also let my grandson beat him up. Only then can we sit down and talk about the rest. That’s not too much to ask, is it?"

"But! Fifth Master, my son has a competition after the New Year. It’s related to his college entrance exams..."

Zhao Jinze’s face stiffened, and he had no choice but to force himself to speak.

"See, you two? It’s not that I’m refusing to give you face. His son beat up my grandson, so I’m letting my grandson beat him back. That’s fair, isn’t it?"

With those words, Limp Zhang and the other man were put on the spot, unable to say anything more for a moment.

Clearly, Fifth Master had no intention of letting this matter go easily. And it made sense—his treasured grandson had been beaten so badly his Dantian was nearly destroyed. Who would let that slide?

"Fifth Master, aside from this, name any other condition. Even if I have to sell everything I own, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

’This is so frustrating,’ Zhao Jinze thought, filled with resentment. He had no choice but to lower his head, cup his fist, and speak.

"Sell everything you own? Do I, Fifth Master, look like I need money? Zhao, the only reason I’ve said this much is out of respect for the Martial Arts Association. Don’t push your luck."

Fifth Master shot to his feet, nearly knocking over the delicate young woman beside him.

"Your son beat my grandson. This isn’t something that can be solved with a simple apology. If I don’t let him get his payback, does that mean any random nobody can take a shot at my grandson?"

As he spoke, Fifth Master walked over from his Grandmaster’s Chair, his fierce eyes locked on Zhao Jinze like a savage tiger choosing its prey.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Zhao Jinze’s forehead. He was filled with regret. ’In the past, I was too indulgent and spoiled my son, letting his talent go to his head and making him think he was better than everyone else.’

’And now it’s led to this disaster.’

Just then, the hall doors were suddenly shoved open from the outside.

A middle-aged man who looked strikingly like Fifth Master strode in, his eyes wide with fury, and kicked out at Zhao Jinze.

Zhao Jinze didn’t move, taking the full force of the kick.

"Zhao, you’ve got some nerve showing up here. Fine. Perfect timing. I’ve already sent people to your house. I’d like to see how long that little bastard can hide!"

When the middle-aged man said this, everyone present was stunned.

Zhao Jinze exclaimed in shock and anger, "Song Maowen, what do you think you’re doing?"

"What am I doing?"

Song Maowen sneered and kicked out again.

This time, Zhao Jinze didn’t take the hit; he dodged to the side.

Enraged, Song Maowen chopped down with his palm, and the two instantly began to fight.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

"Guards!"

Fifth Master’s face was grim as he shouted to the outside. Instantly, two men dressed as Martial Artists walked in.

"Seize him!"

’Things have come to this. I have to capture Zhao Jinze first. Who knows how rough my son’s men will be when they go to grab his wife. If Zhao Jinze escapes, he’ll definitely be a future threat.’

"Fifth Master, Fifth Master, is this really necessary?"

The two mediators who had come with Zhao Jinze hurried forward to plead with Fifth Master.

"You two, this matter doesn’t have much to do with you, and I’m not an unreasonable man. But this won’t be resolved easily."

After speaking, Fifth Master looked coldly at the brawling figures in the center of the room. It was clear he wouldn’t let this end until Zhao Jinze was captured.

Limp Zhang and his companion both sighed but said no more.

Zhao Jinze was a veteran with a Seventh-level Martial Arts Cultivation. He was also a director of the Martial Arts Association and had practiced martial arts for many years, so his skills were naturally exceptional.

But the two men Fifth Master had called in were his most capable assistants, and both were Level 8 Powerhouses.

Working together, it took them only a few rounds to subdue Zhao Jinze.

Seeing Zhao Jinze restrained, Song Maowen sneered and punched him in the face, instantly causing his nose to bleed and his cheek to swell.

"You hit my son? Who the hell do you think you are? Just wait until I get my hands on your wife and son. We’ll see how I deal with you then."

Song Maowen spat his threat, a sinister glint in his eyes.

"If you dare touch them, I won’t spare you!"

Zhao Jinze roared.

"Enough! Take him outside first... My apologies for this embarrassing display, everyone."

Fifth Master finished speaking coldly, then turned to the others present and said with a smile.

"Fifth Master, you had just cause for your actions!"

Scarface chimed in with a smile.

Just then, someone came to the door with another report, this time for Song Maowen.

"President Song, Ge Dazhuang is back!"

"He’s back? Did he get them? Tell him to get over here, now!"

"It looks like he only brought back a young man. About seventeen or eighteen years old."

the subordinate said, pausing in thought.

"Seventeen or eighteen?"