As Bing Tianyi entered, a burly middle-aged man approached him with a smile and said, "Hey there, young man. The competition starts at eight o'clock tonight. You can buy a ticket to watch it then; it's not time yet."
"I'm not here to watch the competition; I'm here to find someone," Bing Tianyi replied directly.
After Bing Tianyi finished speaking, the man furrowed his brows slightly and asked in a low voice, "Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?"
"Kirin."
"What do you want with him?"
"Just a little matter," Bing Tianyi said plainly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man sized up Bing Tianyi and waved his hand dismissively, saying, "He's training right now and has to participate in the competition tonight. Come back another day."
"Another day? When is that?" Bing Tianyi retorted, showing no intention of leaving.
Seeing Bing Tianyi's demeanor, the man shouted without hesitation, "Get over here, two of you! Throw these kids out!"
Just then, a young man's voice came from a corner: "Wait, let him come over."
The man shot an angry glare at Bing Tianyi, then smiled and said, "Brother Kirin, these kids look like students. They must be here for some trivial matters; why bother with them?"
"It's fine; let them come over," Kirin said as he stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat down on a nearby chair with a smile while looking at Bing Tianyi and Wang Peng.
Seeing this, Bing Tianyi quickly stepped forward and smiled at Kirin, saying, "I wonder how Brother Kirin's training is going?"
"Go ahead; what’s the matter?" Kirin asked straightforwardly.
Bing Tianyi carefully observed Kirin in front of him; he looked exactly like the man he remembered from their last encounter. That meeting had taken place during his first week at university when Kirin had faced his first major defeat in life. Injured and with bruises on his arm, Kirin had been wandering around campus with a few students.
Thinking of this scene, Bing Tianyi immediately smiled and said, "Be careful tonight in the competition; there's an eighty to ninety percent chance you'll lose."
Upon hearing this, the expression on Qilin's face clearly changed dramatically. Although he knew his opponent was formidable, boasting an undefeated record of seven matches, he himself had also performed well since his debut, remaining undefeated in six matches. Could it be that he would actually lose tonight?
"What? Is that all you have to say?" Qilin asked with a cold smile.
Bing Tianyi nodded and replied, "Yes, that's all I have to say."
"What if I win against you?" Qilin asked, word by word.
As Qilin spoke, Bing Tianyi began to seriously observe Qilin's features. Indeed, there was an excess of Yin Qi and a deficiency of Yang energy, combined with poor luck above his head. Given these circumstances, Bing Tianyi boldly declared, "If you win against me, you'll have to kneel down and bow three times when you see me."
Hearing this from Bing Tianyi made Qilin feel somewhat uneasy. Who exactly was this guy? Why was he so brazenly saying such things in front of him?
As he pondered this in his mind, Qilin slowly stood up, walked around in circles for a moment, and then curiously asked Bing Tianyi, "So tell me, who exactly are you?"
"I'm just a freshman who just arrived at university."
Qilin thought for a moment and then smiled as he asked, "I assume you've made such a bet because if I lose, you must want me to do something for you?"
"Brother Qilin is indeed a smart person. Since that's the case, I won't hide it. If I guess correctly this time, you'll tell those little rascals at school not to come and stir up trouble in front of me," Bing Tianyi stated frankly.
Qilin frowned and after a few seconds asked again, "What is your name?"
"Bing Tianyi."
Once Bing Tianyi revealed his name, Qilin's expression became even more awkward. If someone else had said those words earlier, Qilin wouldn't have been too worried.
But the one saying this was Bing Tianyi, the renowned Diviner from Huating County Town and the famous Prodigy. Realizing this made Qilin quicken his pace significantly.
As he continued to pace back and forth, Qilin frowned and sighed.
"What's wrong? Is something off?" Bing Tianyi also felt a bit confused as he looked at Qilin and asked directly.
"You are the Bing Tianyi from Huating County Town, right?" Qilin asked again.
Bing Tianyi smiled lightly and said in a low voice, "Really, why would I lie to you?"
Qilin let out a long breath, sat down in a chair, and after taking off his gloves, helplessly asked Bing Tianyi, "Boss Bing, with your current strength, it shouldn't be difficult to handle those small characters in school, right? Do you really need my help?"
"What you're saying is a bit exaggerated. After all, I'm new to the school, and I have a lot going on. If I get bogged down by these trivial matters, it would be quite frustrating. So I plan to leverage your reputation, Brother Qilin, just to help ease things a bit," Bing Tianyi said straightforwardly.
"If you want me to help you, that's fine, but you must help me win this match tonight," Qilin said seriously as he looked at Bing Tianyi.
Bing Tianyi felt a bit troubled. Although he was skilled, he didn't dare let Qilin learn his techniques.
Thinking about it, he had only learned a few moves from Old Huang over the past two years and hadn't participated in professional training like Qilin. Dealing with a few small thugs was easy for him. But if he taught Qilin those lethal techniques that could take someone down in one move, wouldn't that ruin the other person's bright future?
Moreover, cramming at the last minute wouldn't work either.
After some simple consideration, Bing Tianyi raised his head and said helplessly to Qilin, "I can't help you with this. The best option is to forfeit; at least that way you won't get seriously hurt."
"Forfeit? Ha! Even if I get beaten to death once I'm on stage, I can't do that," Qilin said with a cold smile.
Seeing the expression on Qilin's face, Bing Tianyi tentatively asked, "Do you know where tonight's opponent is from?"
"They're from Island Nation," Qilin replied seriously.
"Island Nation? In that case, there's no need to consider other factors," Bing Tianyi said with a smile. He then took out his phone and called Haozi.
"Bro, I need you to come over right away. It's currently 3:40 PM. How long will it take you to drive to Lan City?" Bing Tianyi asked directly.
Haozi laughed on the other end of the line and said, "If I hit the highway, it should take about four hours at most."
"Alright, you set off right now. Call me when you arrive in Lan City, and I'll arrange for someone to pick you up," Bing Tianyi said seriously.
"What’s the rush about?" Mouse asked curiously.
Bing Tianyi glanced at the Kirin in front of him and smiled, "Just come over; don't ask so many questions."
After hanging up, the curious Kirin asked, "Boss Bing, who did you just notify?"
"Hehe, you'll find out when we meet. By the way, what time does your competition start tonight?" Bing Tianyi asked with a grin.
"Eleven forty," Kirin replied. His appearance was basically the climax of the competition.
Upon hearing this, Bing Tianyi thought there was still plenty of time. He smiled at Kirin and said, "Develop well; in the future, you'll be competing in professional unlimited fighting arenas abroad."
Kirin smiled back, and the two began to chat happily.
Before long, it was ten past eight in the evening. Bing Tianyi took out his phone to check the time and was about to call Mouse to ask what was going on when his phone rang.
Answering the call, Mouse chuckled wryly on the other end, "Boss Bing, there's a bit of a situation on the road, but I'm already in Lan City. Where are you? I'll come find you."
"Do you know Wuxing Club?" Bing Tianyi asked curiously.
For Mouse, if asked about other places, he might not know much at all. However, when it came to locations related to martial arts and sanda, he was more knowledgeable than anyone else.
"I know it! I’ll be there right away," Mouse quickly replied with a smile.
Meanwhile, Kirin's Coaching Team was nervously preparing for Kirin's competition three hours later.
After hanging up the phone, Bing Tianyi slowly made his way to Kirin's training area. Seeing Kirin with a worried expression, he smiled and said, "Alright, my brother will be here soon."
Just as he finished speaking, a man of medium build walked over and told Bing Tianyi directly, "Young man, why don’t you go play over there? We need to explain tonight's competition details to him."
"Ha ha, are you ready to teach him how to lose tonight's match?" Bing Tianyi said without a second thought, looking at the two of them with a grin.
The two coaches felt completely frustrated upon hearing this. Although they knew that tonight's opponent for Qilin was formidable, they were also well-known professional unlimited fighting coaches in the country. Moreover, under their training, Qilin had achieved six consecutive victories, a record not every coach could produce.
"Kid, watch your mouth when you speak. Don't wait until I knock your teeth out for you to realize you're wrong," the Fat Tall Coach glared at Bing Tianyi and said.
Bing Tianyi smiled lightly, sighed, and looked at Qilin in front of him, asking, "Brother, do you believe me tonight or do you trust them to make their own choices?"
Undoubtedly, Bing Tianyi's words posed a dilemma for Qilin.
Simply trusting these two coaches made Qilin feel somewhat uneasy. After all, he knew that everything Bing Tianyi predicted would happen without fail.
After a few seconds, Qilin could only sigh and say, "Coach, I want to take a break for now. Can I have some quiet time?"
"The match is about to start..."
After Qilin finished speaking, the coaches began to chatter again. A few minutes later, after answering a call, Bing Tianyi smiled and said to Qilin and the two arguing coaches in front of him, "Don't worry, as long as he shows up, I guarantee Qilin will win without a doubt."
"Kid, don't speak too confidently. If the person you invited really has that ability tonight, I'll give you... I'll give you..." The Fat Tall Coach began to speak but his voice noticeably changed when he saw the rat approaching.
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