Chapter 332: The Martial World of the Flower Country
After getting scolded by Illyana all morning…
Charlotte didn't even argue—he knew it was his fault for not watching the kids properly.
He stood there silently while the women vented their frustrations. It wasn't until the long lecture finally ended that Charlotte was set free.
As he looked at the now-empty living room, he let out a breath of relief.
The "lioness' roar" truly lives up to its name.
"I'm never letting that happen again," Charlotte muttered to himself.
He put on his coat, preparing to go out and enjoy a solo stroll through the Flower Country. Of course, he made sure to disguise himself properly—
A neatly trimmed mustache, a gentleman's hat, and a cane in hand. Dressed like a refined noble, he stepped into the street.
"Looking for apprentices! Master Tan is opening his school!"
"South Street! Master Ye is accepting disciples!"
"Quick! Hurry! Today, Master Zhang is dueling the Shaolin monk at the arena! We can't miss it!"
The streets were bustling with excitement, all the crowds flowing in one direction.
Charlotte's interest was instantly piqued.
The Flower Country was known for its unique and mysterious culture. Charlotte had long wanted to understand it more deeply.
Without hesitation, he followed the crowd.
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"Xuan Ci! Today I, Zhang Sanfeng, declare the opening of my martial school right here! Whether you agree or not—this is happening!"
An elderly man with white hair but rosy cheeks stood tall on the stage, flanked by seven young disciples.
"Zhang Sanfeng! You dishonorable ex-disciple! How dare you speak to the grand master like that?! Have you forgotten who taught you your martial arts?!"
The Shaolin disciples beside the monk glared furiously, offended by Zhang Sanfeng's arrogance.
"Hmph! As a cast-out of the Shaolin Temple, I no longer carry its name! Besides, my martial arts aren't even from Shaolin! I'm placing my banner here—if you disagree, come fight me!"
Zhang Sanfeng declared boldly.
The audience went wild.
As a famous figure in the Flower Country's martial world, many in the crowd knew of Zhang Sanfeng's history with Shaolin.
"Fight! Fight!"
Excited shouts filled the square.
On the stage, the old monk Xuan Ci's solemn expression grew more intense.
Charlotte, watching from the crowd, found the scene rather fascinating.
"A scruffy Taoist and a solemn monk… intriguing."
He could sense their auras—both strong, at least on par with Chinjao's.
"To think the West Blue still hides masters like these…"
Charlotte was growing more and more interested in the Flower Country.
"Since the gentleman insists, it would be rude for this old monk to decline. Please—en garde."
Xuan Ci replied calmly.
"Now that's more like it, Xuan Ci! Take this!"
Zhang Sanfeng struck first.
His fist moved slowly and softly—but carried immense force and speed.
"It's here! Zhang Sanfeng's signature move—Taiji Fist!"
The crowd erupted in excitement.
This was the legendary move that had earned him his fame across the West Blue. No one had ever survived three moves from him.
"His form really is impeccable."
Charlotte narrowed his eyes, nodding in appreciation.
"The strength of his Qi and blood is like a midday sun. Every move radiates a master's presence."
His power level was at least equivalent to a Vice Admiral.
No wonder the World Government avoided provoking the Flower Country. Even the common folk were terrifyingly powerful.
"Look! Master Xuan Ci is using his Vajra Palm!"
The monk struck with a heavy palm—but as it met Zhang Sanfeng's soft strike, the impact was neutralized, as if his power had sunk into a bottomless lake.
The shockwave dispersed harmlessly.
"Impressive."
Charlotte praised silently.
"To think even the mighty Vajra Palm could be so easily countered!"
Some of the audience, expecting a powerful display, were confused. The fight seemed oddly calm—more like children play-fighting.
"That monk is weak!"
One onlooker scoffed.
"Silence! You fools understand nothing! These two have reached the pinnacle of martial arts. Every move holds profound meaning! Don't speak if you don't understand!"
A seasoned martial artist rebuked him.
"Exactly! You know Fleet Admiral Sengoku of the Marines? He trained under that monk in his youth. That's how he became so strong!"
Hearing tales of the monk's past glory, many older spectators beamed with pride.
Charlotte listened quietly from the side—surprised.
"Sengoku… trained here?"
He watched as the two masters clashed.
Their duel was pure—no weapons, just hand-to-hand combat.
It was likely a ritual fight, intended to determine who had the right to open a school and take students.
But their techniques were extraordinary—on par with Chinjao's Eight-Impact Fist.
"The fight's almost over!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
Everyone turned toward the voice.
"It's Master Tan!"
Charlotte turned too, spotting a muscular man with powerful legs—it was obvious he was a kicking specialist. His aura, though not as strong as the two masters, was still impressive.
"This country really is full of hidden tigers and crouching dragons…"
Charlotte was thoroughly impressed.
The Flower Country's martial world far exceeded his expectations.
Back on the stage—
"Old monk! Down you go!"
Zhang Sanfeng deflected Xuan Ci's final strike and, with a gentle twist, sent him tumbling off the stage.
Thud!
"Cough! Cough—Pfft!"
Xuan Ci coughed up blood from the force of the counter.
"Master!"
His disciples rushed to catch him.
"Quick! Prepare the Arhat Formation!"
One of them shouted.
"Stop."
Xuan Ci raised his hand.
Supported by his disciples, he looked up at the smiling Zhang Sanfeng.
"I am no match for you. The Shaolin Temple concedes. Zhang Zhenren, we have no objections to you opening your school."
With that, he quietly left the stage.
"Hahahaha! Anyone else want to stop me? Come on—let's fight!"
Zhang Sanfeng roared.
"I'll go! Dong Haituan of the Eight Trigrams Sect challenges you!"
A middle-aged man in short sleeves stepped up, assuming a low stance.
"Ye Wen of Wing Chun, ready for a match!"
Another fighter stepped forward, brushing his sleeves aside.
"And me—Tan Daoliang accepts your challenge!"
The powerful-legged master from before joined them.
Three opponents at once.
Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily.
"Good! Come at me all together! I'll take you all on!"
"Let's see if this old man can handle ten at once!"
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