The Dominance of the Son-in-Law: My Wealthy and Beautiful Wife-Chapter 315 - 315: Boxing Rules!

Qin Feng understood.
It turned out that the Daoist was Wang Shanming's subordinate, specifically sent to issue a stern warning to Fang Wudi.
Seeing this, An Suxi realized that something was amiss and hurriedly asked, "Do you have a history with him?"
"Yes." Qin Feng nodded.
"He is Young Master Wang of the Wang Family, one of the Four Great Families of Yanjing!"
"I know!"
Qin Feng shrugged his shoulders.
"..."
An Suxi was completely baffled.
A couple of days ago, she had troubles with Young Master Xu Kun, which gave her a headache. She planned to prepare some gifts for the Xu Family as an apology after the tournament ended, never expecting to now have offended the even more formidable Wang Shanming.
Qin Feng, however, didn't notice her extreme dilemma, and turning to Fang Wudi said, "If you encounter that Daoist again, strike hard, don't embarrass me."
With that said,
a wave of intense screams suddenly came from the fourth platform!
Everyone turned to look.
There, they saw the Daoist ruthlessly break the brawny man's arm effortlessly!
Everyone was stunned.
The whole scene began to chant the Daoist's name: "Huosha! Huosha! Huosha!"
"His name is 'Huosha'? Nice name, but don't get scared by it, your name, 'Invincible,' is good too," Qin Feng remarked.
At that moment, Fang Wudi's legs trembled as he said with a pained expression, "Master, I think I might as well admit defeat if I face him. He has already defeated three, and his methods are extremely cruel. It's either breaking arms or legs, leaving lifelong disabilities!"
"Oh? Three already? How does it keep happening?" Qin Feng asked curiously.
"It's decided through drawing lots. The winner pulls a draw to determine the next opponent, without waiting for the next round."
An Suxi explained.
"Oh? Is that so? Isn't that unfair then?"
"Yes, that's why, in the Martial Arts Tournament, three champions are chosen. One from the military general level, who are mostly the opponents Master Fang faced earlier. Becoming the strongest military general would grant a minor championship, though the least prestigious, and the prizes are the smallest."
"The second champion is the last remaining victor, who must have competed in at least ten matches. For instance, if someone gets injured during a fight, after a total of ten matches, they could choose to rest and heal up, then wait for the others to finish before fighting to determine the champion."
"Of course, if everyone stops at ten matches, the organizers will randomly draw lots to make them fight again."
"That's the second champion, quite prestigious, and the prizes aren't bad either."
"The highest prize is for the third champion, which counts the number of consecutive victories. If someone ultimately loses but had the lead in prior victories, then they become the champion of consecutive wins. The 'Rejuvenation Pill' I need is among the prizes for this champion."
An Suxi explained to Qin Feng.
Enlightened, Qin Feng realized that this Martial Arts Tournament had these additional factors.
No wonder An Suxi wanted to take a chance with Fang Wudi.
If everyone's consecutive victories weren't high and Fang Wudi luckily won a few matches, it wasn't without hope.
Understanding the situation, Qin Feng looked at Fang Wudi and said, "What are you waiting for? They've already won three straight victories. If you don't hurry up and draw your next match, why are you coming back here?"
"..."
Fang Wudi felt deeply frustrated as he said, "This year's Martial Arts Tournament only had two military generals, whom I've already defeated."
"So, does that mean you've easily won a championship?" Qin Feng asked.
Fang Wudi, with a troubled expression, replied: "What I mean is, in the next match, I have to fight a Half-step Master. It's really dangerous. If they can't control their strength well and I get an internal injury, I might not recover for years…"
"…truly timid!"
Qin Feng was speechless, "Go on, don't worry! You've practiced the 'Heaven and Earth Dominating Skill,' which has improved your Inner Strength to a Half-step Master Level. Plus, having refined a strand of Immortal Energy, your physical strength is also at the Half-step Master Level. Just leverage your advantages and win steadily."
"But…"
Fang Wudi was still nervous.
At this moment.
On the big screen of the boxing gym, a pleasant-sounding female voice announced: "Please have contestant number 16 and contestant number 54 proceed to ring number 5. Those who fail to arrive within three minutes will be deemed as forfeiting. Please..."
Fang Wudi's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
It's over.
He had to fight now.
He was contestant number 16. He hadn't drawn lots, and now someone else had drawn him.
"Go on! Relax."
Qin Feng encouraged.
Ring number 5 was right before their eyes, and Fang Wudi felt extremely frustrated.
At this time.
Contestant number 54 had already reached the stage.
With bandages wrapped around both hands, bare-chested, and a red cloth tied around his head, he looked like a skilled fighter too.
The woman's voice sounded again.
Only then did Fang Wudi reluctantly make his way to the stage, very unwillingly.
"Heh, turns out it's just a military general; this round is too uninteresting to win," the opponent scoffed with a disdainful laugh.
Fang Wudi, with a grimaced face, assumed a defensive posture.
Seeing this from below the stage, Qin Feng called out to Fang Wudi: "Aim to take down that trash in three seconds!"
Trash?
The opponent immediately became furious, retorting to Fang Wudi: "It was your guy who insulted me, right? Humph, daring to underestimate me, I need to break your arms and legs to show you how formidable I am!"
Before Fang Wudi could speak.
Qin Feng shouted again: "Don't hold back, crushing him should be as easy as squashing an ant!"
Pfft!
Fang Wudi felt like he was internally bleeding.
He was already slightly intimidated by the opponent, and Qin Feng's shout just drove the opponent's anger to its peak, probably prompting him to go all out from the start. This version is sourced from MV3L3MPYR.
As expected.
The opponent, face livid with rage, stopped talking and bellowed furiously at Fang Wudi: "Damn it, I'm going to beat you into shreds!"
Cursing.
He abruptly charged towards Fang Wudi.
An Suxi commented depressingly from the side: "You shouldn't have provoked the opponent, especially when their strength is clearly above ours."
"I did it on purpose," Qin Feng said with a smile.
"On purpose?"
"Yes, it saves time that way! Otherwise, with Fang Wudi acting so timidly, being overly cautious and hesitant, it would waste too much time. If he wins one round, others win three, how would he ever claim the continuous victory championship? The best tactic is to provoke the opponent, making them use full force right from the start."
...
An Suxi was at a loss for words upon hearing this.
She felt incredibly uneasy.
Originally, she had come with a glimmer of hope.
But she realized this Martial Arts Tournament was drastically different from the past.
Most of the past participants were individuals who had just entered the Half-step Master level, aiming to make a name for themselves.
Like those seasoned experts, they often already had the backing of their families as a sponsor, so there was no need for them to compete here.
But this time was different.
Only two military generals had come, and most of the Half-step Masters present were well-known figures.
Given the current situation, securing even one victory was extraordinarily difficult, requiring utmost caution with every step, leading her to even think of giving up, yet Qin Feng was still casually confident that Fang Wudi could clinch the final continuous victory championship.