Chapter 51: Battle Against Rong Bo

“Shao Lin Long Quan—its form and spirit truly capture its essence. Not bad.”
Rong Bo gave a calm compliment before suddenly advancing with quick steps, charging at Happy like a mountain. His hands were tightly clenched, and he struck from the side with a pace that seemed slow yet swift. Happy’s eyes lit up as he immediately recognized it as Wudang Mian Zhang. He shifted his feet, and the monk countered with his backhand…
Boom!
The two clashed fiercely in midair with a punch.
Golden Dragon Claw!
Reacting instinctively, Happy launched a series of moves to use the force against Rong Bo and disrupt his balance. But Rong Bo simply smiled, unfazed, and tapped Happy’s arm with a hooking fist.
Happy’s arm trembled, and the strength in his right hand, which had been reaching out, vanished instantly. Heart pounding, he immediately crouched down! Sweep! A series of leg attacks followed!
Rong Bo, the butler, was an expert of unknown rank, but his smile never faded. He handled Happy’s clever and rapid attacks with ease, seemingly anticipating them, stepping back in advance so that Happy’s attacks missed.
“What a formidable guy.”
Frustrated by his missed leg attacks, Happy saw Rong Bo closing in again. In desperation, he used a Python Dragon Flip to retreat several meters away and reposition himself defensively.
In his past life, although Happy had experienced spars before becoming a master, they had taken place at Shaolin Temple, against an ordinary young sweeper. He had never encountered someone as tough as Rong Bo.
In just three moves, he was forced into a defensive stance. Earlier, he had even arrogantly speculated about what would happen if he won a few moves.
With that thought, Happy grew serious.
“Your Shao Lin Long Quan is quite good.”
With a compliment, Rong Bo transformed his palms into fists, unleashing a fierce momentum. His gaze sharpened as he charged again. Seeing Rong Bo’s move, Happy’s heart froze—this time, Rong Bo was using… Shao Lin Long Quan!!
Shao Lin Long Quan vs. Shao Lin Long Quan.
“Perfect timing!”
Shouting, Happy raised his fists eagerly to meet him!
No fancy moves.
Boom!
His body shook as a force as strong as his own surged from Rong Bo. He quickly changed his tactic, using the “Seabird Absorbing Water” technique to neutralize the opponent’s strength. But Rong Bo flexibly switched to a palm strike, using Wudang Mian Zhang, dispersing Happy’s arm strength once more. Before Happy could react, Rong Bo had already firmly grasped his right forearm.
It was the same “Golden Dragon Claw” he had used earlier!
“…”

He saw Rong Bo’s smiling face right in front of him, as if giving him a hint, before suddenly disappearing. Happy leaped high in a flash of inspiration, just avoiding Rong Bo’s cloned leg sweep. Then he saw Rong Bo’s leg lashing out… a series of rapid kicks! The same sequence of moves from before had been replicated by Rong Bo against him. Yet! Happy had a deep understanding of Shaolin long fists. Facing those fierce kicking attacks, he moved calmly, tapping one of the legs before leaping backward with ease, flying several meters away—so composed that even Rong Bo showed a hint of surprise. With the addition of Wudang Mianzhang, ten moves passed without a decisive advantage. Finally, Rong Bo retracted his smile. “Again!” With Wudang Mianzhang, Shaolin long fists, and the Qianye Palm from Emei, Rong Bo’s attacks became even more fierce. But Happy, after two exchanges, realized that the transitions between moves could be entirely arbitrary and freely combined. He no longer stuck to just Shaolin long fists. “Roar!” A tiger’s roar came from Happy’s mouth. Using the Bagua stance, his Black Tiger Fist closed in on Rong Bo. After exchanging blows, the monk flipped his palm, meeting Rong Bo’s soft yet powerful Mianzhang. The force dissipated, and his left hand reached out like a claw… The onlookers were shocked to see that Rong Bo, who had been in the lead, had his arm grabbed by Happy. Miss Murong’s eyes lit up. Unfortunately, good luck didn’t last long. Rong Bo’s hand, like a snake’s whip, easily broke free from Happy’s grip, and a light palm strike sent Happy flying back several steps. Managing to steady himself, Happy quickly calmed his surging energy, his eyes shining with excitement. He was now fully focused. With the combat experience from his past life, it was the first time he had lost in terms of moves—how could he not be excited? “Again!” Both of them attacked at the same time. Boom! More and more people gathered to watch, but they found it hard to see each move clearly. The speed of both sides increased, becoming even more fierce, with multiple attacks changing in an instant. A slight mistake could put someone at a disadvantage. Boom, boom, boom, boom! Unconsciously, Rong Bo incorporated techniques from several other schools, creating endless variations. But every time he gained a slight advantage, Happy would counter it, sometimes even turning the situation around. The surprise on Rong Bo’s face grew deeper, and his attacks became more frequent and reckless. Soon! Fifty moves had passed. Happy’s blue robe was covered in palm prints, his lips bleeding, and his clothes soaked as if he had just come out of water. Yet his excitement only grew stronger.

Rong Bo didn’t stop…
“So satisfying!”
Happy shouted while continuing without pause, alternating between the Black Tiger Boxing Style and Shaolin Long Fist to counter different moves and situations.
The two fought more and more intensely!
Over ten minutes passed…
The onlookers’ eyes sparkled, but they realized that fifty moves should have long been completed. Their gazes frequently drifted to Miss Murong, who stood outside the fighting area with a satisfied smile.
Finally!
With Rong Bo’s loud laugh, “Good! You’ve passed!” the two exchanged a final strike before leaping back several meters.
Happy’s blue robe was torn and damaged, covered in claw marks, bloodstains, and footprints… Rong Bo, on the other hand, was spotless, only slightly out of breath.
“Thank you, Rong Bo, for your guidance!”
In fact, the moment Rong Bo stepped back, the system repeatedly indicated that both the Shaolin Long Fist and Black Tiger Boxing Style had reached their maximum level—Grandmaster status.
This unexpected good news stunned Happy for a moment before she realized what had happened and thanked Rong Bo.
He smiled and nodded slightly:
“Your Shaolin Long Fist and Black Tiger Boxing Style have already reached a highly advanced level. I merely gave you some guidance at Miss Murong’s request. It’s she who deserves the thanks.”
“Thank you, Miss Murong.”
Happy turned to look at Miss Murong.
“That’s enough.”
Miss Murong smiled brightly:
“I personally taught you these martial arts, so you’re essentially my disciple. It’s my duty. But I didn’t expect you to pass Rong Bo’s test so quickly… Go back and thoroughly understand and internalize what Rong Bo taught you. Also, this is your reward.” With that, she magically produced a hollow silver box emitting a faint fragrance. “Inside is a ‘Spirit-Strengthening Pill,’ crafted by the abbot of Wutai Mountain. It has the miraculous effect of enhancing innate aptitudes and awakening spiritual intelligence. I’m giving it to you today.”
A Spirit-Strengthening Pill?!
Happy trembled, visibly shocked.
“Thank you, Miss Murong.”
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, she accepted the hollow silver box, her heart filled with emotion…
The Spirit-Strengthening Pill, the legendary sacred medicine that enhances innate attributes, appeared as a reward in a newcomer’s early tasks… Was it due to the Murong family’s noble influence, or… Rong Bo?
“Come with me to the backyard. It’s time you learned something about our Murong family’s martial arts,” said Miss Murong, turning to leave.