chapter 7 Willing to admit defeat

A smile appeared on Stanley's face, and he was quite satisfied with the effect of his second punch.
A warrior at the sixth level could leave shallow traces on the black stone tablet, but this effect could only be made by one of at least the seventh level.
This showed that his strength was comparable to that of the seventh level.
"Boy, showing off your martial arts skills here is nothing. If you have the ability, try it without martial arts."
Grover frowned and shouted, feeling that Stanley was undoubtedly stealing his limelight by doing this.
"Why should I listen to you?" Stanley glanced at him lightly.
"Hmph, if you don't dare to try, it proves that you don't have the ability. Since you don't have the ability, don't embarrass yourself here." Grover said forcefully.
"That's it, that's it. I don't know where you learned a powerful martial arts skill. What's there to show off?"
"Martial skills do not represent strength. Some people have some abilities, but they show off everywhere. It's really disgusting."
Many other people nearby also echoed, showing contempt for Stantley.
Stanley couldn't help but laugh. He was really speechless about the logic of these martial arts students.
"Boy, why are you laughing?" Grover snorted coldly.
"I laugh at you guys for being so self-righteous and having your sights set above your head. You laugh at others when you don't have the ability." Stanley said disdainfully.
"Presumptuous! Who are you saying is incompetent?" Grover's face turned cold. Especially the disdain in Stanley eyes made him even more angry. The aura of the sixth level of cultivation made some people nearby feel depressed.
"You know who I am talking about." Stanley was not afraid of the opponent's aura at all, and the fluctuations of his inner energy also spread from his body.
"Fifth level of cultivation? This Stanley seemed to be at the fourth level of cultivation a month ago, right?"
"Not only that, I heard that it only took him a few days to go from the second level of cultivation to the fourth level of cultivation. Another month has passed, and he has actually reached the fifth level of cultivation."
"I think this guy is sincere just to show off. He hit two people in the intermediate grade in front of the library, which shows that he no longer takes us in the intermediate grade seriously."
Stanley didn't bother to pay attention to these guys who said grapes were sour when they couldn't eat them. He originally planned to come here to practice Dragon and Tiger Boxing, but when these guys disturbed him, he immediately lost his mood.
"Boy, you are crazy. I heard that Hugh Zhang planned to teach you a lesson last time, but Teacher Lu came to your rescue later. Otherwise, you would have been destroyed long ago."
Grover sneered and walked towards Stanley, "You just said that I have no ability, do you dare to take a gamble with me?"
"What are you betting on?" Stanley frowned.
"Of course it's a competition to see who could leave deeper marks on the black stone tablet. Weren't you crazy just now? Do you dare to compete?" Grover said arrogantly and confidently.
"That's right, you, a rubbish from the junior grade, dare to show off. If you have the ability, just compete with Grover."
"A guy like him who shows off his little skills everywhere, if he could beat Grover, I would eat the black stone tablet!"
The people nearby started to boo, and their words were filled with unabashed ridicule and belittling of Stanley.
Stanley had no interest in this boring competition, but he also knew that if he refused to compete with Grover, he didn't know what kind of person these guys would describe him as.
A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "How do you want to bet?"
Seeing that Stanley actually agreed, Grover couldn't help but be stunned, and then he sneered in his heart, secretly thinking that this guy really was irrational.
"Hey, since we are going to bet, we have to make some wagers. I don't think a poor boy like you could afford something, so let's do this, the loser kowtows to the winner and admits his mistake!" Grover said. He was sure that Stanley definitely could not win.
After all, he was at the sixth level of body training and had practiced third-grade martial arts. If he attacked with all his strength, he could definitely leave clear marks.
And Stanley was just a poor boy with a humble background. He only practiced second-grade martial arts at most, and his cultivation level was lower than his own. There was no reason why Stanley could beat him.
The movement happening here attracted many people to watch. They spread the news to ten and hundreds. When they heard that someone wanted to compete with Grover, more and more people came over.
Stanley didn't expect that Grover was so insidious. The wager was to kowtow and admit mistake. If he really lost and knelt down in front of everyone, he would never raise his head again in this life.
"Whoever loses should kowtow and admit his mistake. This guy just said that others are incompetent. Let's see what he is capable of this time!"
"That's good. Everyone present is a witness. I don't think he dare to deny it!"
Many people had the mentality of watching a good show. This kind of thing was not uncommon among the martial hall students.
"Okay, I agree!" Stanley agreed immediately. The other party was so aggressive, so he had no intention of being polite. He wanted to let Grover experience the consequences of provoking him!
At the same time, Stantley also planned to use this matter to establish his authority. On the one hand, this would prevent some people from coming to trouble him. On the other hand, the better he performed, the easier it would be to attract the attention of the teachers and presbyters of the martial arts hall.
Stanley was very aware of his family background. It didn't matter if he offended some students from aristocratic families in the Hall. But once he left the Hall, some people would definitely take revenge on him unscrupulously. But if he was valued by the Hall, his identity would be completely different.
"Haha, boy, you are dead!"
Grover laughed wildly, his inner energy circulated, and he suddenly shouted, "Open your eyes and see clearly!"
"Luo Guang Boxing!"
Grover's fists emitted a faint light. Generally, only the seventh level of body training could make the inner energy shine. It could be seen that the martial arts he performed must be a high-level martial arts, and the martial arts he practiced must be at least of the third grade.
"Boom!"
The black stone tablet shook, and a dull sound came out. Grover struck with all his strength, and his fist left a clear mark on the stone tablet.
"Amazing!"
The crowd watching nearby screamed.
"I just saw the light of inner energy emitting from Grover's fist, which shows that his attack is at the seventh level of cultivation."
"Well, although it is still not comparable to the real seventh level of cultivation, it is not far behind. It seems that Grover's cultivation level should be about to break through."
People were shocked, and at the same time they were envious of Grover's martial arts talent.
In martial arts training, talent was very important. With the same time and the same resources, some people's ten years of training may not be as good as a genius's one year of training.
Not only that, for the same martial arts, people with high talents were more likely to understand the secrets and displayed them with greater power.
Grover was promoted to the intermediate grade at the age of thirteen, and was almost destined to be a member of the advanced grade in the future. His talent in martial arts was obvious to all.
"Boy, it's your turn, kowtow to me to admit your mistake!" Grover looked at Stanley proudly.
On the black stone tablet, two fist marks are clearly visible. One was the fist mark made by Stanley before, and the other was the fist mark made by Grover with all his strength just now. However, Grover's fist mark was clearer and more deeper concave than Stanley's.
Stanley didn't speak. No matter how beautiful words he said at this time, it would not be more convincing than speaking with strength.
"Tiger style!"
With a soft roar, he suddenly moved, and with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain, he punched the black stone tablet.
"This is... Dragon and Tiger Boxing?"
"I heard that although Dragon and Tiger Boxing is a second-grade martial arts, many people practice it just for its posture without any charm. Stanley displays it as if he has understood the essence of it."
"No way? This guy has such a high talent for martial arts?"
Stanley's performance also aroused a lot of surprises.
"Bang!
The tiger style bombarded the black stone tablet, and the fierce wind of the fist struck and swept, bringing up a cloud of dust, full of power.
Everyone stared at this moment, wanting to see how powerful Stanley's punch was.
The next moment, there was silence.
"This...how is this possible?"
When Grover saw the fist mark on the black stone tablet, he was stunned, and his mood sank to the bottom in an instant.
"Look, the fist mark left by Stanley looks like a tiger's head!" someone exclaimed.
"Really?" Others stared curiously.
"Awefull, it actually looks like a roaring tiger's mouth!"
"Oh my god, cannot I be mistaken?"
"I heard that only by understanding the essence of Tiger Style of Dragon and Tiger Boxing, you can achieve this effect!"
"There are two styles of Dragon and Tiger Boxing, and there is another style called Dragon Style. I wonder if he has mastered it."
The crowd exclaimed and marveled. At this moment, everyone looked at Stanley, no longer with disdain and ridicule, but with deep shock.
Grover was also completely stunned. There was no comparability between the marks he had just left on the black stone tablet and the tiger head fist print left by Stanley using the Tiger Style of Dragon and Tiger Boxing.
"This is impossible! Even a seventh-level warrior couldnot make such a deep fist mark!" Grover couldn't believe it, and his lips trembled a little.
At this moment, many martial arts students who were originally on Grover's side looked at him with a trace of pity in their eyes.
In this gambling competition, who was strong and who was weak had been determined.
"Senior Zhao, according to our bet agreement, shouldn't you kowtow and admit your mistake now?" Stanley said with a sneer.
He didn't provoke Grover from the beginning, but the other party felt that he had stolen his limelight and became aggressive. He even proposed a contest of kowtowing to admit mistakes, determined to make him unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life.
Grover also knew very well that if he really kowtowed and admited his mistake today, even if he had the opportunity to become an elite in the advanced grade in the future, he would definitely become the laughing stock of everyone in the martial arts hall.
"Boy, don't go too far!" Grover said with a gloomy expression.
"You proposed the bet, are you going to regret it? Everyone is watching you!" Stanley sneered.
As the saying goes, those who humiliate others would always humiliate themselves. Stanley knew very well that even if he let Grover go today, the other party would not only not be grateful to him, but would also hate him.
"Good martial arts training does not mean that you are strong. You'd better not push yourself too far!" Grover had a ruthless look in his eyes.
"Yes, Stanley, since you have already won, why are you still forcing him?"
"We are all students of the Martial Arts Hall. We always meet each other. It would be too much if you really want Grover to kowtow and admit his mistake."
Among the crowd of onlookers, some people who usually had a good relationship with Grover spoke up.
Stanley's eyes were cold, he glanced at the people who were talking, and sneered, "If I were the loser, would you let me go?"
These people were glanced at by Stanley and couldn't help but take two steps back. In fact, everyone present was not a fool, but no one stood up to say a word to Stanley, because they didn't want to offend Grover.
"I'll destroy you!"
When Stanley was intimidating those people, Grover, who was standing opposite him, suddenly took action with a ferocious face. His arms were like two pythons, intertwined with each other, with the inner energy was flowing, fierce and clever.
This was clearly another third-grade martial art, Double Python Fist. Although it was not as powerful as Luo Guang Boxing, it was extremely fast and hard to guard against.
He made up his mind that he would never kowtow and admit his mistake, but as long as Stanley was deposed, even if he would be shamed, it would be better than being unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life.
Stanley also didn't expect that a person like Grover could be so sinister and vicious. The opponent's attack went straight to his waist. If he was really hit, he would be crippled even if he didn't die.
"Drangon style!"
With an angry shout, Stanley circulated his inner energy to the extreme, then jumped up, avoiding the vital points and extending his arms like a swimming dragon, and with phantom of waving fists, he fiercely attacked Grover.
Grover's expression changed. He didn't expect Stanley to be able to dodge his attacks and counterattack when he was in danger.
He quickly changed his moves, with a faint light lit up between his hands, and used his strongest martial skill, Luo Guang Boxing.
"Bang!"
The fists of the two collided together, and everyone onlookers could feel the pain on their cheeks caused by the strong wind.
Grover trembled, and there was a sharp pain in his fist. The energy and blood in his body surged, and he almost vomited blood.
"Kneel down!"
At this moment, Stanley reached out to grab him. Grover's first reaction was to block him, but his two arms seemed to have lost consciousness and did not obey his orders.
Stanley's palm was constantly enlarged in his eyes, and he pressed on his forehead with a bang.
A huge force came over him, followed by severe pain in his legs and knees, for he was kicked by Stanley's foot, causing him to kneel directly on the ground with a plop.
"A man must have integrity and be willing to admit defeat."
Stanley had no expression on his face and pressed Grover's head directly onto the ground with a bang.
The pain in his body was far less unbearable than the feeling of humiliation in his heart. Grover was so angry that he spurted out blood and passed out on the spot.