Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Above the arena, just as in the underground boxing championship of Zhongzhou a few months earlier, even though Fan Gao had given his all, he had been no match for Jiang Dingnan in his prime. Now, plagued by a hidden illness and reduced to just a first-class top-notch level, he stood even less of a chance against the man in white.

Innate True Qi radiated outwards, signifying that Jiang Dingnan had brought forth his full power. Thus, there was no opportunity at all. Fan Gao managed only to execute a defensive move when, suddenly, Jiang Dingnan's figure vanished, leaving behind a faint afterimage due to his incredible speed.

When he reappeared, Jiang Dingnan was already behind Fan Gao, placing his hands on Fan Gao's back. The ethereal Innate True Qi from his body began to operate, and in an instant, it enshrouded Fan Gao as well.

At this moment, Fan Gao merely stood there dumbly in his original defensive posture, completely unresponsive. Witnessing this scene, many in the crowd showed looks of envy.

In the main seat at the center of the hall, Chu Mo also narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he did not fully understand the scene before him, he knew at least one thing: Jiang Dingnan meant no harm to Fan Gao.

"Mr. Chu, Grandmaster Jiang is using his own Innate Qi to help Fan Gao clear the previously blocked meridians. By doing so, Fan Gao will not only unblock his meridians and recover his strength, but some Innate True Qi might also remain in his body. If Fan Gao is lucky enough, he might be able to guide this residual Innate True Qi to rush through the gates of life. Although the hope is slim, it's not impossible for him to become a Great Grandmaster!"

Behind Chu Mo, the head of the detective agency, Jiang Tao, immediately enlightened him. Once Chu Mo understood that Jiang Dingnan was healing Fan Gao, he completely let go of his worries.

Taking a gentle breath, he turned his gaze to the envious face of the Iron Shirt master Wu Pengkun opposite him and said lightly:

"Look into that Wu Pengkun's background for me, discreetly. Particularly his martial arts academy in Dali, find out what's going on there and how the business is doing. Best not to alert him just yet; once we have a clear understanding, we can discuss strategies and try to bring this Wu Pengkun into our camp!"

Jiang Tao, standing behind him, looked solemnly at the opposite side, where the Iron Shirt master Wu Pengkun stood, tall and muscular, like a small mountain, with an impressive presence.

This was a master whose skills did not fall short of Jiang Tao's in the slightest, and due to their opposing styles, if faced one-on-one, Jiang Tao would likely have an even higher chance of losing.

Jiang Tao and Wu Pengkun were both masters who focused on strength and skill. Regarding speed, Jiang Tao's was not an advantage against the other top-tier masters, and if he were to face Wu Pengkun, the latter's Iron Shirt technique could nearly defend against all of Jiang Tao's attacks. Meanwhile, Jiang Tao wasn't as agile as a disciple of Monkey Fist, and if caught, his attacks would prove ineffective while the opponent could inflict damage on him.

Hence, if the two were to confront each other, the odds of winning could be sixty-forty in the opponent's favor.

With a grave expression, Jiang Tao nodded slightly and said with caution:

"Rest assured, Mr. Chu, I know what to do!"

While they conversed in hushed tones, on the stage, Grandmaster Jiang Dingnan gently concluded his task. As he withdrew his Innate True Qi, even his breathing became somewhat disordered, which hadn't been the case even during his furious exchange with Lei Ting that had damaged the entire arena. This indicated that healing Fan Gao had expended more of his energy compared to the earlier fight.

"Thank you, Grandmaster Jiang, for making this possible!"

Above the platform, Fan Gao, his complexion now rosy, bowed respectfully to the old man in white. At this moment, Fan Gao's eyes were filled with a trace of joy.

He had already been a half-step away from grandmaster status, but his strength had declined significantly due to a secret injury. Despite not showing it, he was incredibly disappointed at heart.

However, now that the blocked meridians in his body had been opened by Innate True Qi, with just a bit of recuperation, he would quickly return to his previous half-step grandmaster level. More importantly, Jiang Dingnan had not just healed him but expanded his meridians with Innate True Qi, allowing them to accommodate a greater flow of energy, increasing his strength even beyond what it had been before.

Most crucially, Jiang Dingnan had deliberately left a trace of Innate True Qi in his heart meridian. What Fan Gao needed to do now was to nurture this trace of Innate True Qi, gradually expand it, and when his whole body was filled with Innate True Qi, he would naturally become a true Great Grandmaster of martial arts.

For a half-step grandmaster like Fan Gao, the dream they all pursued was to take that final step and become a Great Grandmaster. But Fan Gao was aware that without external aid, and with his aptitude, reaching half-step grandmaster was already his limit; advancing further was almost entirely hopelesss

That was why he took charge of the family business early, dedicating all his efforts to its management.

Fan Gao, who had long since given up hope, never dreamed that one day he would encounter such a great opportunity to receive the personal favor of a true Great Grandmaster—something he had never even dared to dream of.

Fan Gao bowed deeply to Jiang Dingnan on the stage; below, every single aspiring grandmaster showed him a look of envy.