'Ha ha-'
The drizzle fell on the high platform, and a sudden heroic laugh made the young man who was looking at the restaurant turn his head to look at the burly man with a big beard opposite.
"What are you laughing about, sir?"
“Haha… I’m laughing at you, a skinny guy with skinny legs, who can’t stand my copper stick, hahaha… hahaha—”
Xiong Kuohai was leaning on a copper stick, and his laughter made the eardrums of the gangsters in front of the stage buzz. After a moment, he stopped laughing, his eyes turned cold, and he kicked the stick on the ground. The copper stick made a buzzing sound through the air. He pushed it in his hand, and the wooden boards of the ring creaked under his feet, like a chariot rushing towards the opposite side.
"Boy, get down!"
clang~~
Bang!
Two different sounds sounded almost at the same time. The moment the sword was unsheathed with a soft hum, it firmly pressed against the head of the stick. Under the huge force, Chen Jing held the hilt of the sword with both hands and moved backward half a foot. When the wooden board under his feet made a distorted groan, Chen Jing's body suddenly tilted, and the sword that hit the head of the stick slashed out along the stick, causing sparks to fly.
Xiong Kuohai hurriedly let go of the other end of the stick, and his strong body leaned back flexibly, and the sword tip came close to his nose.
In an instant, he straightened his body, raised his elbow, clamped the arm of the approaching young man, and swung out with his other hand in a fist. However, the outlaws in the audience and the people outside hardly saw the subsequent fight.
Then there was a loud bang.
The sturdy man who looked like an old bear stumbled backwards, his robes opened up to create ripples, and the next moment, the cloth on his back shattered, like butterflies flying around, and his huge body sat down on the ground, still sliding backwards with all his strength, and crashed into the wooden stake at the corner of the stage.
Crack~~
The wooden stake was also subjected to the huge force, and cracks appeared, breaking in half and falling to the ground. The martial artists below hurriedly dodged, and when they came to their senses, the stage in front of them was still shaking slightly.
There was a sudden silence all around, and then it started to boil.
"This knight actually possesses such internal strength..." "I'm afraid no one dares to go up."
"What just happened? I didn't see it clearly."
"It's definitely not a lie. Xiong Kuohai is vomiting blood."
"Who dares to go up now?"
On the ring, Xiong Kuohai, who was leaning against a half-broken wooden stake, staggered to his feet, covering his chest with an incredible look on his face. His punch had clearly hit the opponent, so why was that person fine, while the blow he received was like being hit head-on by a wall
Amid the rising and falling whispers below, he muttered a few words in his almost motionless thoughts, staggered half a step, and threw himself down. The old man who was in charge came up, felt his pulse, and found that he was seriously injured and unconscious, so he ordered people to carry the strong man downstairs to place him downstairs.
"Which other hero would like to come up and fight with this Young Master Chen?"
As the old man bowed and shouted, Li Yuanba walked back and forth anxiously in the restaurant behind him and called out again, "Master!" But Lu Liangsheng ignored him, staring at the south of the city with cloudy eyes, sitting on the chair motionless.
Others might not be able to see clearly what happened on the stage just now, but they knew from their perception that the young man used his magic power when he changed his fists. Lu Liangsheng was familiar with the usage of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. When the two sides changed fists, he clearly noticed the change of the Earthly Branches. The young man was able to receive the punches without falling, and all the strength was transferred to the strong man, and the strength was even increased a lot.
"Chen Jing has made a lot of progress over the years."
But at the moment, Lu Liangsheng's attention is not on the ring.
The old man on the stage below shouted again, but still no one came up. Just as he was about to shout a third time, a hand reached out in front of him. Chen Jing said softly, "Please let me challenge you!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings became even quieter, and everyone stared at the young man on the stage as he slowly turned around and headed to the second floor of the restaurant.
"Is this person going to challenge Grand Tutor Yuwen?"
"It's going to be a good show."
Sure enough, everyone's guess was confirmed. Chen Jing raised his arms and clasped his fists towards that party, his voice clear and loud.
"There is no one who can defeat me at the table. I dare to ask the person above..." He paused, and his eyes swept across the people above, finally landing on the figure sitting motionless in the middle. His words echoed throughout the arena.
“… The old man has passed it over.”
He had his own thoughts in his voice. There was only one person who could make Yuwen Tuo give up his seat. If he was there, there would be no chance of getting the Xuanyuan Sword. Only if the other party took action personally, and with the help of the spells he specially prepared, would he probably be able to get it.
"How brave!"
On the second floor, Yuwen Chengdu slapped the fence so hard that it shook. Yuwen Tuo next to him also frowned, stretched out his hand to grab Li Yuanba who was about to jump up, and forced him back to stand still. They could not go down until the master spoke.
But the old man sitting steadily on the big chair in the middle still looked outside. When the voice came from below, his hands on his knees moved slightly, and his turbid eyes flashed with a gleam of light, as if penetrating the rain curtain, the sea of people, and the streets and alleys where people were still pouring in.
…
A strong wind blew in from the distant city gate, and the flags on the city wall broke and fell down. The dust that was stirred up swept over the merchants and civilians coming in and out. People had to raise their hands and sleeves to cover their mouths and noses, and sat on the ground, staggering from side to side, as if something had passed by them and rushed into the city.
A demonic wind swept across the earth, and golden light chased after us.
The noisy and bustling streets were suddenly filled with screams and street vendors shouted their wares. The next moment, only the opened steamer was left in his hands, and the stall in front of him disappeared in the blink of an eye.
On the long street, stalls were blown away, flags, tables, chairs, pots and pans were scattered everywhere, and the people who were trying to avoid them held their heads and screamed. As the gray and gold flew back and forth, there was chaos in the streets.
…
Yiningfang.
The outlaws surrounding the ring, whether they had not yet gone up to challenge or were defeated and injured, all watched the young man issuing a challenge to the old man on the second floor with an expression of spectatorship.
The Jianghu people didn't have much good feelings towards the imperial court. When they saw no one responding, someone shouted, "The challenge has been issued, and there's a ready-made arena. Why don't you dare come down?!"
"That's right. You dare to set up a challenge but you don't dare to accept it. That's pretty bad. If it were me, I would have fled in disgrace a long time ago. How can I have the face to sit there?"
The man who responded was a well-known knight in the martial arts world. He had just arrived in Chang'an and had many comments on the people from the martial arts world who came here. However, most of his comments were random and offended quite a few people.
"Look at this outfit, with white hair and beard, is he just bluffing? That Yuwen Shaoqing brought him here as a decoration to scare me..."
Just before he uttered the last word "we", Lu Liangsheng, who was sitting on a chair on the second floor, flicked his fingers, and the man's words suddenly turned into a scream of "Ah Ba A Ba~~", unable to utter a single word. He was so scared that he covered his neck and pulled someone over to gesture, but no one paid any attention to him.