I Attained Invincibility In The Real World - Chapter 707

Chapter 707: Chapter 386: Gathering and Current Strength_2

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Two days before,

when Second Uncle’s son Jianwen had successfully completed the short-term training at the Martial Arts Association and was about to enter the internship period,

he was preparing to arrange for them to meet, to see if he could get his son Jianwen to arrange a job for Chen Sheng.

The meeting place was set at the only five-star hotel in Quanjiang City.

It was also a way to celebrate his son joining the Martial Arts Association.

But regarding such occasions,

Chen Sheng always preferred not to attend.

So he gracefully declined and suggested holding a gathering at his own home, inviting Second Uncle and his son to attend.

By doing this,

Chen Sheng had some matters he wanted to discuss with the high-level officials of the Martial Arts Association, and he also wanted to reveal the truth to Second Uncle, so he would no longer worry about him.

“Look at you,”

“it would be fine to let others cook outside, but you insist on busying yourself here, getting so exhausted.”

At this moment,

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Second Uncle was chiding Chen Sheng,

yet his eyes were fixed on the sizzling skewers of meat, swallowing saliva from time to time.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“I prefer this kind of atmosphere.”

Apart from village elders like Uncle Li, who had to be invited even if they weren’t close,

the rest were all well-acquainted with Chen Sheng.

What he said was also genuinely from the heart.

Speaking of this,

Chen Sheng looked up at the young man by Second Uncle’s side.

He smiled and nodded in greeting.

“Long time no see, Jianwen.”

The other party was dressed in a suit, looking serious,

with his upright posture, he seemed out of place amidst the leisurely and carefree surroundings.

“Ah… Hello, cousin.”

In response to Chen Sheng’s greeting,

Chen Jianwen appeared somewhat reserved.

In his manners,

he exuded an innocence that had not yet been exposed to the ways of the world.

This made Chen Sheng reminiscent of the time when he had just left school and entered society, similar to the other party.

“Find a place to sit first,”

“I’m almost done here.”

Chen Sheng didn’t say much more,

just gestured for the two to sit wherever they liked.

He had specifically bought some camping tables and chairs for the courtyard.

A cactus was weaving through the crowd, eating barbecue while delivering freshly grilled skewers to everyone’s tables.

“Jianwen,”

as soon as the two had taken a seat,

Second Uncle leaned in close to Jianwen’s ear.

“Your cousin is not a bad person, it’s just that… he’s a bit laid-back.”

“When he gets a moment later, go and have a chat with him,”

“and then, like you did the day before yesterday, show your cousin some of the martial arts you’ve learned.”

“See if you can pique his interest.”

The day before yesterday,

Jianwen had just completed his training at the Martial Arts Association.

His talent among the Qi-sensors was indeed excellent.

In just one month, he had entered the Transforming Power level and started practicing the Breathing Technique.

Walking on roofs and breaking stone was no challenge for him.

When he first returned to Wutong Village, Chen Jianwen had already demonstrated his skills to his father at home, earning astonished praise.

If it were not for the lack of Qi-sensor talent,

Chen Sheng’s Second Uncle would have even asked if he could learn as well.

After all,

no man could resist the temptation to become a “Martial Arts Master.”

“Okay,”

in response to his father’s request, Jianwen did not refuse.

But when he set his sights on Chen Sheng not far away, his face couldn’t help but flash with confusion.

“But cousin… he seems to have practiced martial arts before?”

Huh?

Upon hearing this,

Second Uncle couldn’t help but be astonished.

He first looked at Chen Sheng, who was grilling skewers,

then at his own son,

with confusion filling his eyes.

How could Chen Sheng, with his frail appearance who might not even be able to beat him, have practiced martial arts?

“Really?”

Jianwen nodded with certainty.

Although he hadn’t been practicing martial arts for long, he believed he had enough discernment to distinguish between ordinary people and martial artists.

“Although the signs are not very obvious, my cousin’s standing posture has traces of stance practice,”

“but it seems he hasn’t practiced in a long time.”

“Based on his physique and aura, he is only slightly stronger than an ordinary person.”

“The gap between him and a Qi-sensor… is still quite big.”

As he spoke the last line,

Jianwen used a more euphemistic vocabulary,

because for a Qi-sensor, dealing with ordinary people like Chen Sheng, one could take on twenty without an issue.

The gap is not just large.

“Pfft—”

Just as Jianwen finished speaking,

before Second Uncle had the chance to respond,

a soft sound came from the side.

They both looked over,

and what caught their eyes

was a young man with red hair and clothes, ostentatiously dressed to the extreme.

The man seemed to have choked on water and was continuously pounding on his own chest.

But for some reason,

he wore an uncontrollable smile on his face.

“Do you need something?”

Second Uncle looked at the red-haired young man with a strange expression.

He didn’t recognize the man and figured he must be a friend of Chen Sheng’s.

However, with that attire and what seemed to be him mocking his son’s words,

Second Uncle spoke with a bit less courtesy.

However,

contrary to his expectations,

the red-haired young man seemed like a ruffian, yet spoke with unexpected politeness.

“I’m so sorry, I just thought of something happy, I didn’t mean to laugh at this young brother.”

The red-haired young man brought his hands together, sincerely apologizing.

Seeing this,

Second Uncle’s expression softened.

“Are you… a friend of Chen Sheng’s?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

The red-haired young man quickly adjusted himself,

smiling as he introduced himself.

“My name is Zhu—”

“Cough.”

Before the Vermilion Bird could finish,

a cough from Chen Sheng came from not too far away.

His expression froze, and he quickly changed his tune.

“Zhu… Zhu Chicken!”

“The chicken of a hen, Uncle you can just call me Ah Chicken, okay?”

Pig Chicken?

What a weird name?