Trillionaire's Slice of Life

In the ring, a hulking man named Lei Ting was exchanging blows with Fan Gao, both being top-notch experts. In a duel between masters, victory often hinges on a mere thought. After an initial probing period, the two fighters had roughly gauged each other's strength, so their moves became more decisive and ruthless. Near the spectator seats, a woman in her early thirties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, watched the two competitors intently and said with a grave expression: "Grandfather, both of these men possess the strength of a Great Grandmaster, just a step away. It's a pity; if their bout had been scheduled later, perhaps one of them could have been your opponent!" Next to the glamorous young woman sat a spry elderly man in his early seventies, a white-bearded man with a head full of white hair but bursting with a vitality that rivaled the young. His eyes were bright and piercing, and unlike the woman beside him, the old man's gaze was fixed on a young man sitting in the front row of the audience. The old man, his eyes gleaming mysteriously, spoke lightly: "You should know about Lei Ting. He's devoted to studying martial arts, dreaming of becoming a Great Grandmaster. Last year, he was fortunate enough to become a disciple under the Shaolin monk Zhi Shang, but unfortunately, although he is diligent enough, he lacks insight. Half-step Grandmaster is already his limit. He may wield great power before ordinary people, but he's a hundred years too early to stand against a real Great Grandmaster." "As for Fan Gao, he's from the Fan family of Modu. His perception is sufficient, but sadly, his mind is not as steadfast. He cannot immerse himself in martial arts like Lei Ting. Truth be told, with both at half-step Grandmasters, it's a toss-up who could win, but unfortunately for Fan Gao, he has fought three bouts already and has little experience in sparring over the years. Ultimately, Lei Ting should have the upper hand." As the elder finished speaking, the clash on the platform had reached a fever pitch. Lei Ting clearly didn't want to give Fan Gao any chance to breathe. After a moment of probing, he was the first to launch an attack. His punches were ferocious—straight punches, jab punches, combinations—assaulting like a torrential storm, forcing Fan Gao into temporary retreat. At that moment, from the backstage of the spectator seats, the woman with the gold-rimmed glasses suddenly spoke up: "Grandfather, are you saying Lei Ting will eventually be your opponent? This year's Boxing Championship is really strange. In the past, the weakest usually went first; they were just warm-ups. The real fighters appeared at the end. But this time, two half-step Great Grandmasters were scheduled early, leaving only a bunch of small fry for later. That's fine though, you are getting on in years, Grandfather, so you can just show off a few moves when it's your turn!" As the beautiful woman's words fell, sitting in the front row, Liu Manli suddenly stood up. To everyone's astonishment, the immensely wealthy female tycoon suddenly shouted at the ring: "Lei Ting, do you remember what you said in my backyard when you were fifteen? You said you would marry me. I've waited nineteen years for you… Just say the word now, and I'll agree to anything!" As soon as Liu Manli finished speaking, the entire stadium was dumbstruck. In the ring, Lei Ting, who had been unleashing a fierce assault, suddenly hesitated, and in just that brief moment, the colossal momentum he had built up abruptly vanished. At the same time, the split-second Lei Ting was distracted, once-defensive Fan Gao switched to the offense. His fists, heavy as casserole pots, rained down on Lei Ting non-stop. Still, Lei Ting, being a half-step Grandmaster, quickly shifted from offense to a tight defense that was impenetrable as if even raindrops couldn't seep through. The woman in the back row opened her mouth slightly in disbelief, staring at Liu Manli, who had noticeably disrupted the regular match. While she was baffled, Liu Manli approached Lei Ting and kept talking to him. The atmosphere of the entire match venue subtly shifted. Liu Manli, as the wealthiest woman in Hua Country with a net worth of two hundred and forty billion, ranked among the top five wealthiest in the assembly of elite tycoons. Although many were discontent with her display, no one wanted to offend her upon recognizing her identity. At the same time, the contest on the platform was undergoing a visible reversal. Lei Ting, who had been able to focus on defense, could no longer concentrate due to Liu Manli's relentless interference. At this point, his opponent, Fan Gao, was also a half-step Grandmaster. One fought with a desperate attack, while the other couldn't even focus on the match. The outcome was quickly decided. Just a few exchanges later, seizing the opportunity, Fan Gao's elbow strike breached Lei Ting's defense, and his fierce fists rained down mercilessly on his opponent. After a brief moment, the burly man, a half-step martial arts Great Grandmaster, thundered to the ground. As his opponent fell, Lei Ting's eyes were fixed directly on Liu Manli. In his eyes, there was a deep sense of confusion and a hint of bewilderment. Fan Gao had won again, but this time, unlike the previous cheers that filled the arena, the hall was deathly silent, and at that moment, the blonde woman in the back row suddenly spoke indignantly, "That person really has no martial virtue. To use such despicable tactics in a competition, such a person, even a half-step Grandmaster, is truly a disgrace to us martial artists! Grandfather, you must teach him a lesson later!" Hearing this, the old man smiled faintly. As he rose from his seat, his tall frame seemed frail, but he did not have the stooped appearance of an old man. After lightly stretching his limbs, the elder spoke, "The ones that follow are just small fry, and that Fan Gao hasn't exhausted much. If nothing unexpected happens, the last one to fight me should be Fan Gao. I should go and prepare. As one of Hua Country's ten Great Grandmasters of martial arts, grandfather can't afford to bring shame to the title of Grandmaster!" As the white-haired elder's words concluded, he made his way towards the backstage on his own. Meanwhile, in the back row of the hall, only the beauty remained. Her gaze steadfastly on the platform, just as expected, Fan Gao, as a half-step Grandmaster, demonstrated unquestionable strength. Although the subsequent opponents were also not easy to deal with, none could withstand his iron fists for a minute. In less than twenty minutes, the eleventh opponent was knocked to the ground, and Fan Gao had set a new record for the most victories. However, when the last person stepped on stage, the entire hall immediately erupted into a frenzied chant. Dressed in a white coat, resembling an ordinary elder practicing Tai Chi in the park, he suddenly leaped. Like a great bird spreading its wings, he soared over the two-meter-high platform and landed lightly on it, as if drifting down like a feather. A Great Grandmaster among Hua Country's top ten martial arts masters, a person truly standing at the pinnacle of martial arts. Even Lei Ting in his prime would face certain defeat against this revered elder! Jiang Dingnan takes the stage!