Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

"Practicing martial arts? What's the point of practicing martial arts... is it even necessary?"

Liu Qian blurted it out without thinking!

She had thought about all the futures of her children.

This includes studying hard so that you can become a scientist, a teacher, or a businessman in the future.

Or join the army to protect your country.

The only thing they never considered was letting their children learn martial arts.

First of all, Liu Qian genuinely felt it was unnecessary.

If you have the money, what kind of bodyguard can't you hire?

Why bother with the hardship of martial arts training?

This is a typical instinctive protectiveness that all parents have for their children.

Although many people know in their hearts that they are not afraid of their children suffering, but they are afraid that their children are unwilling to suffer.

But when it comes to their own children, everyone instinctively hopes that their children can be healthy and happy for the rest of their lives.

Ideally, you shouldn't experience any bitterness at all, and you shouldn't eat anything at all.

"Young Madam, you are mistaken!"

Prince Fu hurriedly explained:

"Practicing martial arts is not only about gaining the ability to protect oneself, but more importantly, it can strengthen the body."

"I'm sure the young mistress is well aware of the benefits that the young master has gained from his improved physique after practicing martial arts."

Prince Fu's words were pointed, and Liu Qian couldn't help but blush.

And you know what? Right after the two of them started dating, especially after their first time sleeping together.

Liu Qian's feelings weren't that strong yet.

However, Meng Chuan's body became increasingly abnormal.

Her muscles were more defined, and she felt safer in front of Meng Chuan.

Most importantly, Meng Chuan is like a tireless machine.

This brought her both pain and pleasure.

"Most importantly, with the young master's current wealth, the future young master will surely become an outstanding person. At that time, there will definitely be many people who want to get their hands on him."

"As the saying goes, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. Even if you have a bodyguard, it's not as reliable as having your own strength."

"That's why the young master started learning martial arts with this old servant."

Prince Fu kept talking about the benefits of practicing martial arts.

Mainly, he was curious whether Meng Chuan's children would all be as abnormal as Meng Chuan.

Not just Meng Zhili, but all of Meng Chuan's children, he wanted to personally test them.

The child of Blood Rakshasa and Shadow Butterfly is still young; we'll have to wait until he's older to know how talented he is.

Prince Fu is already eyeing Chen Yiyi's two children.

The two children are almost six years old.

He's already planning to take some time to go back to the US and test it out himself.

"Is martial arts really that good? Times have changed. No matter how skilled you are, you can't beat..."

Liu Qian was still somewhat hesitant.

But before Liu Qian could finish speaking, Prince Fu suddenly grabbed a chopstick from the table.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the chopsticks shot out like bullets.

Then, with a soft "plop," the chopsticks embedded themselves deeply into the wall behind Liu Qian.

Half a chopstick was almost embedded in the wall.

Liu Qian was completely stunned.

She turned around and looked at the chopsticks on the wall behind her.

The tip of the half-chopstick still sticking out was trembling slightly.

"For a true martial artist, within fifty meters, many potential dangers can be eliminated."

Prince Fu continued:

"And if it's within ten meters, a true martial artist is more terrifying than a bullet, for example..."

As he spoke, Prince Fu suddenly turned around again.

A chopstick appeared in my hand without me even noticing.

And without warning, the chopsticks in his hand shot towards Meng Chuan, who was still eating breakfast.

Meng Chuan's strength is now almost on par with that of Prince Fu.

Although Prince Fu acted without any warning.

But Meng Chuan still acted almost instinctively.

Meng Chuan reached for his waist.

A throwing knife, about the length of a finger, was suddenly thrown.

stab...

The chopsticks that Prince Fu shot at Meng Chuan were split in two by the flying knife that Meng Chuan threw.

After all, Meng Chuan used a throwing knife, which was naturally harder than chopsticks.

Even after the chopsticks were broken, the throwing knife continued its momentum.

It headed straight for Prince Fu's face.

However, under Liu Qian's horrified gaze...

Prince Fu reached out and gently grabbed it.

He had already caught the throwing knife in his hand.

Even now, Liu Qian has not fully recovered from the shock.

“If I were the enemy just now, and attacked at close range, even if the young master didn’t possess extraordinary skills, he might not have been able to protect himself even with a thousand guards by his side.”

Prince Fu explained.

The best explanation is seeing it with your own eyes.

Even without Fu Wang saying anything, Liu Qian had already seen it.

If Meng Chuan was still the same Meng Chuan as before, he would probably be dead now.

Because the human body cannot be stiffer than a wall.

Chopsticks that can even pierce through walls are impossible for any body to withstand!

This left Liu Qian feeling quite frightened; what if Meng Chuan hadn't reacted in time...

"Uncle Fu, do you...do you really need to do this?"

Liu Qian was both angry and a little scared.

"Don't worry, young mistress. I trained the young master, and I know his strength better than you do."

Prince Fu smiled and looked at Meng Chuan:

"Young Master, all these years you haven't shown any real skills to the Young Madam!"

Prince Fu, feeling a bit itchy, said:

"I wasn't quite done practicing just now. I wonder if Young Master would be interested in sparring with me again?"

Faced with Prince Fu's sudden challenge, Meng Chuan looked at Liu Qian somewhat awkwardly:

"Honey, I never thought about letting our son learn martial arts. He just said that our son is very talented and will definitely achieve great things in the future."

Meng Chuan knew how much Liu Qian loved her son, Meng Zhili.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her my precious darling.

Therefore, even if Meng Chuan wanted Meng Zhili to learn martial arts, he would never dare to say it was his own idea.

"Young Madam, once you've seen me spar with the young master, you'll know that what I mean by martial arts training isn't just for show. Then you can decide whether or not to let the young master learn it, okay?"

Liu Qian was still hesitating.

But Prince Fu has already made his move.

He suddenly threw a punch at Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan remained calm and unhurried, feinting with his left palm to divert the Prince of Fu's attention.

His right fist grazed past Prince Fu's ribs, the force of the punch rustling softly against his blue cloth robe.

This punch, though seemingly swift, actually left room for maneuver.

Because Meng Chuan knew that Prince Fu had been shot in the ribs in his early years, he would never really use excessive force.

The two walked back and forth in the restaurant, their footsteps making no sound on the bluestone slabs.

Only the sound of the wind rustling through my sleeves and the chirping of the morning birds mingled together.

Meng Chuan's moves became faster and faster, as dense and impenetrable as a sudden rainstorm hitting banana leaves.

Prince Fu remained calm and composed throughout, making each move as if he were strolling leisurely.

Yet he always managed to deflect Meng Chuan's attacks with the slightest resistance.

After fifty moves, Meng Chuan dodged Fu Wang's sweeping leg with a spin, then suddenly stopped and laughed:

"Alright, that's enough. I'm tired even though you're not."

Meng Chuan looked at Prince Fu with annoyance.

Only Meng Chuan knew that the old man, Prince Fu, was trying to fool Liu Qian.

He tried his best to keep a calm and composed demeanor.

He was actually already quite exhausted.

His breathing was also somewhat disordered.

If the fight continues, he will have to surrender in less than thirty moves.

The saying "A fist fears the young and strong, a stick fears the old wolf" perfectly illustrates this point.

"So...so awesome."

Liu Qian covered her mouth.

Back then, she was also a "master" of the underworld, holding the ninth rank.

But after watching the fight between Meng Chuan and Prince Fu, she realized what empty fancy moves really meant.

No martial arts scene in TV dramas is as exciting as the fight between Meng Chuan and Prince Fu.

"Young Madam, if you are willing to entrust the young master to me, I will definitely teach him everything I know. His future achievements will be no less than mine. What do you say?"