I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2145 - 1375: The Setting Sun Still Paints the Sky with Glorious Clouds (Part 2)

Chapter 2145: Chapter 1375: The Setting Sun Still Paints the Sky with Glorious Clouds (Part 2)

"She wants to spar with me."

The Daoist Sister answered frankly, but it seemed as if what she said or didn’t say made no difference.

Even though I was curious about what kind of thunderous scene their fight was just now, and whether they pulled each other’s hair, I was still a step too late no matter how rushed I was.

"Come down."

Jiang Chen said, "You can’t just fight with others casually."

"We haven’t finished."

The valiant woman spoke, her tone calm, yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"Since it’s just sparring, let’s keep it to that."

Jiang Chen didn’t rashly inquire about her background, simply urging Tanki Liuli to step down.

The heavy sword has no edge; great skill appears clumsy.

The more exceptional the sword, the more it needs to conceal its light and bide its time.

Don’t believe it? Go ask Lan Peizhi, would she spar with just anyone?

Besides, he didn’t believe that just anyone could match up to Tanki Liuli; it must be the Daoist Sister not having used her full strength.

You need to know.

Things change over time.

The Daoist Sister now understands sophistication.

"It’s not up to you to decide when it’s over."

The woman towering above responded with the most indifferent tone, yet the most assertive words, catching Jiang Chen off guard for a moment.

It’s been so long since anyone spoke to him like this.

Did they really think Boss Jiang by the ring was just some random nobody?

But then again.

He didn’t recognize her, and she probably didn’t know his name or where he lived.

"Mr. Jiang?"

Just as Boss Jiang was at a loss for words, a genuinely surprised voice came through.

Jiang Chen turned his head and was slightly stunned.

The other party was in sportswear, wiping sweat with a towel, looking vastly different from previous meetings.

"Colonel Wang?"

Wang Heting.

The first time they met in Jingguan City through Lan Peizhi’s introduction, he was not yet thirty and had already made Colonel, which left a highly immature Boss Jiang deeply impressed.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, this was simply impossible to understand.

"My sister and I were passing by the East Sea, and I wanted to see Liuli, so I invited her out. My sister has admired Liuli for a long time, and it’s rare to meet, so she wanted to spar. Mr. Jiang, don’t worry, friendship comes first."

It had been a while since they last met, and this Colonel Wang, with his age and rank combined, only intensified, now seemed more like polished jade, retaining his poise and becoming more refined.

Though he spoke seriously, appearing genuine, Jiang Chen could see through his forced smile, and meanwhile, understood the identity of the "uncompromising" woman on stage.

No wonder.

Back then, she barely mentioned it while chatting with Lan Peizhi.

If he recalled correctly.

The sister was even more formidable.

Back then, it seemed she was confirmed to be promoted to Major General.

By now, she surely must have been promoted.

Major General.

Just one step away from General!

For a person of such calibre, being assertive, is it really considered arrogance?

At this moment, Jiang Chen finally understood what was going on.

When Tanki Liuli mentioned a friend, she wasn’t referring to the formidable female Major General on stage, but to Wang Heting.

It was Wang Heting who tirelessly brought the Daoist Sister to the East Sea when she came down the mountain to explore and join him.

The Daoist Sister may not understand the ways of the world, but she knows gratitude, otherwise she wouldn’t let that Old Monk exploit her.

Amitabha Buddha.

No.

Infinite Heavenly Venerate.

The things between the master and disciple, how could that be called exploitation?

"So it’s Miss Wang, my apologies, my apologies."

Jiang Chen turned around, immediately apologizing to the female Major General in the ring, like a villain in a drama exhibiting hypocritical demeanor.

Wang Heting coughed vigorously, a very strange expression on his face.

"My sister’s surname isn’t Wang."

"Ah..."

Jiang Chen was stunned, genuinely not pretending, he distinctly remembered she was his real sister.

"My sister’s surname is Liu, Liu Sangyu; we each took our mother’s and father’s surnames."

Wang Heting explained with a stifled laugh.

Jiang Chen suddenly understood, apologizing awkwardly: "I’m sorry."

"Do not say the sun has set, for the sky is still full of magnificent clouds. Such a good name."

Jiang Chen quickly sought to mend fences, but Liu Sangyu remained as unaffected as a noble orchid and jade tree, while only Wang Heting below the ring stood in solidarity, sparing him from embarrassment, and cooperating by saying: "Mr. Jiang truly deserves to be a top student of East Sea University, so cultured."

Jiang Chen smiled; one shouldn’t be too hard on oneself, and should know how to give oneself an out, smoothly changing the topic to continue inviting Tanki Liuli, "Miss Liu is a guest, come down, let’s change places."

Hearing this, Wang Heting breathed a sigh of relief.

He indeed missed Duanmu very much, but having Duanmu PK with his elder sister was by no means his intention; it was merely because his sister was overly competitive and wanted to test Duanmu’s skills. But is there really a need to verify these things?

That was the universally recognized Old Immortal.

No ordinary mortals could compare.

In front of the imposing elder sister, he had absolutely no ability to resist; both sides were flesh and blood. So when he truly saw the two pulling apart their ranks and stepping onto the stage, he simply slipped away, thinking he hadn’t trained enough in the army and now, given leisure time, had no reason to mistreat himself.

His elder sister’s abilities.

He knew them.

Duanmu’s abilities.

He couldn’t fathom them at all.

So there was no suspense in the outcome.

The fact that his sister hadn’t lost as of now only showed that Duanmu had indeed changed quite a bit since coming down the mountain.

"Yeah, sis, time is precious. How about we switch places, take a break, maybe chat a bit?"

Wang Heting chimed in immediately, simultaneously exchanging a discreet glance with Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen understood and instantly got it, finding himself even more reluctant to put Daoist Sister in a tough spot.

Winning is easy.

Losing is also easy.

But not making the other lose face is very difficult.

Jiang Chen almost got onto the stage to help pull Daoist Sister down.

"Once you’re on the stage, you have to determine a winner."

Stubborn.

So very stubborn.

It didn’t match such a poetically named person at all, but did match her achievements and status.

Only when one holds onto something can real accomplishments be achieved.

Wang Heting immediately lowered his flags and kept silent, clearly helpless against his elder sister.

The dual suppressions of bloodline and military rank.

What could he possibly use to make noise?

If he dared say another word, the other side could very well order him to stand at attention and march.

Consequently, all the pressure suddenly shifted onto Jiang Chen’s shoulders.

Looking at Wang Heting, who couldn’t help him, Jiang Chen could only lament that beyond the mountains, there are bigger mountains, and beyond people, more people. There was no choice; since his comrades weren’t reliable, he could only act as the lone hero.

"Miss Liu, why don’t we do this, I’ll fight you."

As the words fell.

The atmosphere plunged into silence.

Wang Heting looked surprised, considerably reevaluating Jiang Chen.

No wonder he was liked by Sister Lan.

Truly a bold man.

Ready when needed.

Finally.

After the storm he stirred, the opponent graciously gave him a genuine look.

"You?"

A very brief word.

Also very piercing.

Jiang Chen remained calm, not feeling insulted at all.

Even if he hadn’t served in the military, he should know the significance of a Major General; the military has always spoken through prowess, women more so needing to make an extra effort.

"Liuli occasionally teaches me martial arts, considered my semi-mentor. If Miss Liu can beat me, then it’s not too late to spar with Liuli."

A somewhat shallow provocation, making it equally tough to decline.

Regardless of whether she agreed or not, Jiang Chen had already pulled open the ropes at the side of the boxing ring, jumping up agilely.

Indeed.

His moves were nimble.

He stood in front of Duanmu Liuli, full of heroic spirit, displaying masculinity.

Of course.

In the eyes of the female Major General, that might not be how she saw it and might think, where did this... idiot come from?

"You should step down first."

Jiang Chen turned slightly and spoke softly.

Duanmu Liuli pursed her lips behind him, speaking in an incredibly low volume, "You can’t win."

"..."

Jiang Chen suddenly felt a bit stifled, but didn’t express it and stood nonchalantly on stage, still suave and handsome.

"Trust me."

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Liuli said no more and stepped back.

Liu Sangyu, whose decision was made by someone else, watched quietly.

In that moment.

The instant after Duanmu Liuli stepped off the stage, a long and powerful leg swung in a blistering arc, aimed right at Jiang Chen’s face.

That leg was raised so high.

"Watch out!"

Below the stage, Wang Heting—since his elbow bent outward—felt a wave of anxiety for this self-appointed (without) (knowing) (the) (limits), courageous person.

Not yet prepared for battle, Jiang Chen felt the forceful gust from the incoming leg, instantly sensing massive pressure.

Would outright surrender be appropriate?