The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 156

Jiang Fei’s words put the young female translator in an awkward position. She pondered how to translate the classic Chinese curse “none of your damn business” into Korean politely. After a long pause, she opted for a more civilized version: “He doesn’t want to tell you.”

“#￥%*!” Kwon Youngran snapped back aggressively, clearly unsatisfied.

The translator hesitated before relaying honestly: “He says… you’re not worthy of Miss Qiao Yiyi and should stay away from her.”

Jiang Fei nearly laughed. This flamboyantly dressed so-called “rap king” actually saw him as a love rival? This toad lusting after swan meat not only created rumors but genuinely has designs on Yiyi?

While Jiang Fei currently had no intentions toward Qiao Yiyi—

Fine, maybe just a tiny appreciation.

But that was just a man’s natural admiration for beauty!

However!

He couldn’t stand this guy’s arrogance. Our homegrown Chinese rose, a top-ten Asian beauty, and you, some Korean popstar, think you can swoop in? The thought made Jiang Fei’s blood boil.

“Whether I’m worthy isn’t your call—it’s Yiyi’s. But I know you’re definitely not, since she’s already publicly rejected you,” Jiang Fei said with a smirk.

“Who said I was rejected?!” Kwon’s face flushed crimson.

The truth was, Qiao Yiyi had not only denied their rumors in interviews but privately shot down his confession too…

Yet he refused to give up. Like countless delusional fans, he believed only he deserved her—that they were fate’s perfect match!

For her, he’d ruthlessly dumped two girlfriends and begged his company to let him guest-star at her concert.

Such devotion! He moved even himself with his persistence.

“Look at you, red-faced with rage. Hit a nerve?” Jiang Fei pointed mockingly.

Kwon spat another untranslatable Korean tirade.

This time, the translator stayed silent—clearly nothing polite.

“No need to translate,” Jiang Fei waved. “I’ll assume it’s vulgarities. But since I don’t understand, I won’t stoop to his level.”

Uncomprehended insults held no sting. Instead, Kwon’s theatrics amused Jiang Fei like a yapping lapdog. Had he cursed in Chinese, things would’ve gotten physical.

Fortunately, Kwon’s bandmates intervened before fists could fly—saving their frontman from a hospital trip.

Backstage staff buzzed with excitement. What a scandal! Had paparazzi sneaked in, tomorrow’s headlines would scream: “Two Heartthrobs Brawl Over Qiao Yiyi!”

Though no reporters infiltrated the tightly secured venue, Kwon’s “kingly” image still crumbled. Such petty tantrums! Meanwhile, Jiang Fei—the alleged “nepo baby”—displayed unexpected wit and charm.

…

Onstage Drama

After three songs, the 40,000-strong audience’s fervor slightly waned. Fans still sang along but buzzed with restless anticipation: When would the rumored boyfriend appear?

“Is my piano playing okay? I’m unusually nervous tonight,” Qiao Yiyi confessed after her solo performance, standing by the grand piano.

“Perfect!” the crowd roared.

“Good. Because I’m embarrassing myself in front of a true piano maestro—like waving a sword before Guan Gong.” Her earnest tone raised eyebrows.

“Impossible! Yiyi, you’re a prodigy!” a fan shrieked.

“I once thought so too… until I met him,” she admitted.

“Who?! Who outshines our Yiyi?”

“Is there a hidden virtuoso in the band?”

Speculations swirled. Known for her musical versatility, Qiao Yiyi’s sudden humility hinted at something extraordinary.

Then—spotlights died.

“Please welcome my most admired maestro… Jiang Fei!”

Silence.

Only front-row attendees like Ye Yuanyuan and Lin Moli weren’t stunned. For others, this twist landed like a thunderclap.

Piano maestro Jiang Fei? Not the rumored rich playboy?

Skepticism spread. Even if he plays, “maestro” is a stretch. Most dismissed him—another spoiled heir unworthy of their idol.

The prolonged darkness grew eerie. Someone hid their glowstick. Then another. Soon, the entire stadium became a lightless void—a silent protest against this pairing.

Human nature thrives on conformity. Like The Emperor’s New Clothes, the collective dissent manifested wordlessly.

Then—

Click.

A single spotlight illuminated the grand piano.

There sat Jiang Fei in a black tailcoat and crisp white shirt. Beside him, Qiao Yiyi—now in jeans and a ponytail—looked every bit the college sweetheart.

Their silent gaze spoke volumes.

“Yiyi’s outfit… stunning!”

“That man… doesn’t look bad either?”

Murmurs broke the boycott, though the dark persisted.

Front row, Xia Xiaozhi’s squad whispered urgently:

“Xiaozhi! Your uncle looks so handsome! But can he actually play?” asked Xu Jing, her glowing unicorn horns bobbing.

Xiaozhi bit her lip. “I’ve no idea! What if the crowd’s hostility makes him cry?”

Tan Yuan mumbled, “He’s handsome but… still no Kwon Youngran—”

“Yuan!” Xiaozhi hissed. “Want to be banned from his villa? No more gourmet meals?”

“I—I said nothing!”