Sparrow Translations

  Sparrow Translations

  As Lin Fan’s display went on, the place had initially been bustling with noise.

  But as time passed, it turned silent. There were occasional sounds but those were just sounds of breathing.

  “This is Erlang Fist.”


  When a man saw Master Lin performing in the arena, he couldn’t help but gasp in shock. He was an inheritor of Erlang Fist. But as he watched the display, he suddenly realized that the technique he had learned all along was like sh*t compared to this person in front of him.

  “This is the Six Stars Fist.”


  Another man cried out in astonishment. He realized that the Six Stars Fist that he knew was very different from the one being displayed in the arena. It was as if what he had been doing was child’s play. And what was being displayed was the true Six Stars Fist.

  *Rumble!*

  Suddenly, a loud sound rang out. It was like the boom of thunder but also like a tiger’s roar.

  “What’s that sound?”


  “It sounds like it’s coming from the arena.”


  When the crowd heard this sound, they started searching for its source. When they realized that it was coming from the arena, they were completely dumbfounded.

  “It can’t be the Tiger Leopard Thunder sound, could it?”


  “That’s not possible. That’s only a legend. Even if it’s real, according to the records, only the one performing the technique would be able to hear it. How could it possibly be transmitted?”


  “Then what the f*ck is that?”


  In the arena, Lin Fan felt that all his different martial arts had already been mastered completely. To others, these styles would seem like a single entity without any difference at all.

  “That’s our Yumen Fist.”


  A man in the audience stood up and his jaw dropped as he stared blankly at the scene. He had never thought that he would really see the Yumen Fist. This was the technique that they had been passed down.

  At that moment, looking at the performance in the arena, he suddenly realized that there wasn’t just a small gap between his skills and that person’s skills. It was a large and distinct gap.

  Fraud Tian just stood there, completely dumbfounded. His hands had even started trembling. He didn’t dare to believe that someone had really mastered all the different Chinese martial arts.

  Until now, he had seen plainly that this kid had already displayed 35 styles of Chinese martial arts. And the kid was at the peak of each of those martial arts, reaching heights that ordinary people could never reach.

  “How can this be? How can the world be so evil?”


  Fraud Tian mumbled to himself.

  Jiang Fei and the rest were semi-professionals. But compared to the real professionals, they were still unsure about many things. Even so, they had been stunned by this scene.

  Because, to them, this was shocking. He was too strong. He was really too strong.

  In the broadcast room.

  “My God! I’ve been stunned for ten whole minutes and I only just regained my senses. Is this made using special effects?”


  “This is too 6. His movements are like water. The appeal is way too strong.”


  “Yeah. Even someone like me who doesn’t understand martial arts feels that this motherf*cker is too amazing.”


  “Is the guy who said that he would sell his house still here?”


  “Master Lin is trying to defy nature. Up until now, I’ve lost count of how many different martial arts styles he has shown. But each moment has given me a huge shock. It’s simply difficult to turn my eyes away.”


  “My phone was discovered by my teacher just now and he wanted to confiscate my phone. But now, he’s by my side, watching the broadcast with me.”


  “This is really too awesome. Brother Yang, why aren’t you saying anything?”


  Zheng Bin was looking at the scene in astonishment. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe it but it was simply too hard to believe.

  He had exchanged blows with the opposite party previously and been pushed off the stage mysteriously. He had been unyielding at first but now, he had really submitted.

  They were simply not on the same level.

  Wulang Fist!

  Damo Eighteen Hands!

  Zilong Cannon Fist!……

  Even some of the techniques which had stopped being passed down were being displayed one by one. The audience didn’t know what to say anymore.

  An hour passed.

  Two hours passed.

  Three hours passed.

  Lin Fan’s speed kept on increasing. If he kept on going slowly, who knew how long he would take?

  At that moment, when the final martial art style had been exhibited, Lin Fan raised one of his feet before slowly placing it down again.

  A rumbling sound rang out. It was as if all the energy in his body was dissipated through his foot. There were even some cracks on the arena floor.

  If Lin Fan hadn’t controlled his strength, the arena would have disintegrated into dust.

  “Alright!” Lin Fan dusted off his hands. There wasn’t even a drop of sweat on his forehead.

  *Thud!*

  Those old-timers who had been sitting on the viewing platform fell to the ground.

  They were elders. Initially, they had sat there to see their juniors perform. But now, they had been scared stiff. They couldn’t even speak.

  To them, this person in front of them was not human.

  Three hours. It had been three whole hours.

  They had watched for three hours and been shocked for three hours. Their hearts almost couldn’t take it anymore.

  Compared to this young man, they suddenly realized that, besides their age, they had nothing at all.

  “I’ve displayed my incompetence,” said Lin Fan as he bowed respectfully. Then, he went off the stage. “Alright, let’s go.”


  “Oh oh oh!” Fraud Tian nodded. He was completely stiff and didn’t know what to do.

  Meanwhile, Jiang Fei and the rest wiped the sweat off their foreheads as they followed behind Lin Fan.

  The group of them left.

  The place remained silent. Everyone was deep in shock.

  Suddenly!

  A series of voices broke out.

  “D*mn! Was that real? That was a true master!”


  “I counted a total of 185 styles.”


  “How could there be so many? I thought it was only 129.”


  “Could it be that there were several tens of styles that we don’t know?”


  “This is a great master. A true master.”


  “He was just here a while ago. D*mn. The master has left. Quick, let’s go and find the master. I’ve always thought that my technique wasn’t quite right. It turns out that it wasn’t complete. The master said that we can look for him if we need to. He’d help us to complete our techniques.”


  Huang Ru Zhong, who was on the viewing platform, was astounded. He was already so old and he had experienced all kinds of things. However, he could say surely that he had never seen anything like this before.

  Terrifying. Simply terrifying.

  On the way down the mountain.

  Lin Fan was very calm. Wu You Lan, who was by his side, leaned on Lin Fan’s shoulder. “Brother Lin, you’re really too amazing.”


  “I’m just alright,” said Lin Fan indifferently.

  Fraud Tian looked at Lin Fan and said in disbelief, “You really know everything?”


  Lin Fan looked at Fraud. “Didn’t I just exhibit it? I actually know a bit of everything.”


  *Pfft*

  Fraud Tian nearly puked out blood. He suddenly realized that there was such a huge gap between them. They couldn’t be compared at all.

  The people from the association were now looking at President Lin with worshipping eyes. They hadn’t expected that everything President Lin had said was true.

  He really knew all the different Chinese martial arts……