Chapter 8: A desperate fight, a strategic move

"Manager Luo, he ran this way."

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and chase after them! This is outrageous! I, Luo Fang, have never seen such a reckless servant!"

"Can…"

"You bastard, you lowly thing, are you trying to protect me?!"

...

A commotion arose outside the manor's compound.

Pang Long stared intently at the water clock before him. In another quarter of an hour, the appointed time would arrive, when suddenly a commotion arose. He raised an eyebrow slightly:

"Who's making such a racket here? Xiao Fang, go and see."

"yes!"

The guard on Pang Long's right bowed respectfully, stepped back three or five paces, and strode out of the courtyard.

Seeing the servants approaching, he immediately frowned. "A guard recruitment competition is being held here. What brings you all here?"

Luo Fang glared at the head of the ninth class. The latter was certain that Li Xian was in this courtyard.

Why is that lowly beast so audacious? How dare he stay out all night last night?

I already knew the reason in my heart.

Most likely, they somehow learned about the guard recruitment competition and fantasized about becoming guards so they could escape my control.

How dare you!

dream!

"You damned bastard, how dare you play tricks on me, Luo Fang! Let's see how I deal with you!"

Luo Fang muttered to himself.

When he looked at the guard Fang Tianyu, his smile was kind:

"Brother Fang, here's what happened. In our menial servants' platoon, there's a young servant who broke the rules and made a mistake. To avoid punishment, he's trying to use the guards' trick to evade it."

"What do you mean?" Fang Tianyu frowned.

Luo Fang thought to himself, "Haven't I ever been a guard? What makes this young punk so arrogant?"

But considering Pang Long in the courtyard, he said respectfully, "I am Luo Fang, and I would never dare to offend Lord Pang. However, I have to come here to ask for clarification because of my duty."

"I hope Brother Fang can help me consult with Lord Pang and let him decide how to handle this matter."

Upon hearing this, Fang Tianyu agreed that it made sense. He immediately returned to the compound and whispered the message to Pang Long.

Upon hearing this, Pang Long's gaze settled on Li Xian. Li Xian stood tall and straight, meeting his gaze head-on, his eyes unyielding.

After a moment, Pang Long said calmly, "Go tell Luo Fang that I don't care about the servants' quarters. I only know that a guard recruitment competition is underway right now. All irrelevant people should leave immediately."

"yes!"

Fang Tianyu relayed his original words, and Luo Fang smiled and said, "What Mr. Pang said makes sense, makes sense."

He bowed and left the vicinity. Only after returning to the servants' quarters did he fly into a rage, ordering the hundred servants of the ninth shift to line up in a row.

Waving a whip and striking.

"Does it hurt?"

"If you have to blame someone, blame it on the fact that there's an ingrate in your class."

When the wounds were torn open, they would first pour hot water on the wounds, then pour cold water on them, wantonly ravaging those servants.

"Well done, Li Xian... I'll see what kind of trouble you can stir up!"

"Hehe, in the end, it will still come back to me."

After venting his anger, Luo Fang threw down the whip and stretched his sore wrists.

Despite their injuries, the menial workers of the Ninth Squad were assigned to do the dirtiest and most tiring labor.

The mere mention of the name "Li Xian" evokes intense hatred in everyone, who yearns to drink his flesh and eat his blood alive.

This matter is truly quite strange.

It was clearly Luo Fang who hit and cursed them; Li Xian was merely putting up a fight.

But this hatred was directed only at Li Xian. The moment "Luo Fang" was mentioned, the hatred vanished, replaced by awe.

That makes no sense.

...

"The time has come."

Pang Long stood up from his chair and said, "The guard recruitment competition begins today."

"There is only one spot available for this recruitment."

The content is kept simple: a fighting arena is set up in the courtyard, with only one rule: the person who stands on the arena lasts for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn will become the new guard!

The words had barely left his lips when they landed on the arena.

One of the servants was the first to seize the spot, cautiously surveying his surroundings.

Before long, another servant stepped onto the stage. Both of them were servants, neither of them particularly strong or robust, so their fight was naturally not entertaining at all.

But a fierce determination...

It was truly shocking.

In the first contest, one servant won by biting off the ear of another servant.

The defeated servant rolled off the platform, while the victorious servant had blood all over his mouth.

Pang Long nodded secretly: "The only way for a handyman to rise up is... with that ruthless spirit."

The guards also watched with great interest.

After several matches, the casualties were quite significant.

Li Xian glanced at Pang Long, pondering the rules of the competition.

"The time it takes for an incense stick to burn... whoever stands at the end wins."

"In other words, there is no limit to the number of times I can go up to challenge. Ultimately, my only opponent is Bi Hao."

"It would be better to step onto the stage early, pretend that I don't know martial arts, and deliberately mislead Bi Hao so that he will look down on me."

He would then feign defeat, be kicked off the stage, and use this opportunity to lie low until the incense was almost burned out, then return to the stage... to gamble on that last sliver of a chance!

Thinking of this section.

Just then, a match ended. At that moment, Li Xian went straight onto the ring and began fighting with a servant who was thinner than him.

Completely haphazard, like a brawl between thugs, using teeth and claws at will. They hit people in the groin, gouged out their eyes… they used everything.

Bi Hao crossed his arms, confident and disdainful: "How dare these people compete with me?"

"But Uncle Luo is right. These mad dogs, seeing their only chance to turn things around, are really going all out."

"It's a pity he has no brains."

Bi Hao found it amusing to himself while sitting in the audience.

Pang Long frowned, somewhat disappointed. "This kid Li Xian... is that all he's capable of?"

"Thump!"

Li Xian pushed the opponent's servant away with both hands, stood up panting, and shouted angrily, "Who else is there!"

"I'll do it!"

Another servant rushed onto the stage and pounced on Li Xian.

Although Li Xian intentionally concealed his true abilities, things were not easy for him. Everyone was like a trapped beast, and in this situation, the power that people could unleash was terrifying!

"Scratching..."

The servant's fingernails were extremely long, and they scratched Li Xian's arm. Li Xian cursed, "Get out of here!"

He turned to the side and kicked the servant off the stage with all his might.

It won't be long.

A servant immediately pounced and tackled Li Xian to the ground. This servant had actually learned wrestling and attempted to form a rear-naked choke.

Li Xian's eyes hardened, and she reached out to gouge out his eyeballs. The servant cried out in pain and couldn't keep up for a moment. Li Xian then seized the opportunity to counterattack.

Using all his might, Li Xian won again.

Then the guard, Fang Tianyu, said:

"This kid only has brute strength, but if it weren't for Bi Hao, he might have been chosen as a guard. Lord Pang, Bi Hao has a foundation in martial arts, isn't this too unfair?"

"Rules are rules, and I don't argue with the servants about fairness," Pang Long said calmly.

As they were talking...

Li Xian won another victory, but in the next match, it was Bi Hao who took the stage.

Bi Hao said arrogantly, "You ingrate, let me show you my strength. Now go back to the servants' quarters and stay there!"

Without a word, he kicked out. Although Li Xian could dodge, he pretended that he couldn't avoid it and used the momentum to roll off the stage.

"That was ruthless."

Fang Tianyu asked in surprise.

Bi Hao's kick used hidden force, aiming to injure the internal organs. A person with a weak constitution could easily be killed by such a kick.

Li Xian was indeed in extreme pain. However, he had internal energy protecting him, so he did not lose his ability to move.

He lay prostrate on the ground, refusing to get up. He feigned pain, but his gaze was unusually calm as he secretly glanced at the incense burning in the distance.

The act has been put on for good!

He recovered his strength while waiting for the final opportunity.

Bi Hao possessed a solid foundation in martial arts, far surpassing ordinary servants. Since taking office, the situation had tilted in one direction.

Even so, a few ruthless individuals, seemingly fearless, still managed to leave him with injuries.

The incense burned slowly, bit by bit.

Bi Hao stood firm, looking down at the servants sprawled on the ground below, and burst into laughter: "Hahaha, a bunch of dogs, what makes you think you can compete with me? What makes you think you can compete with me?!"

Pang Long glanced at the incense offerings and felt there were no further surprises.

"The incense is about to burn out. Anyone who still wants to try should seize this last chance," Pang Long reminded them.

The recruitment of guards was... fairly standard, and ultimately failed to surprise him.

At this moment, Li Xian slowly got up, said nothing, and walked back to the arena.

"A defeated opponent! How dare you step onto the stage?" Bi Hao was inexplicably furious when he saw Li Xian step onto the stage.

Li Xian gently rubbed his abdomen, stepped onto the arena, and looked as if he was about to faint, but deep in his eyes, a sharp glint was already brewing.

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