Lu Changkong, at the initial stage of the Transformation Realm, is ranked 91st on the latest list of martial arts masters.

He rose to the top of the knife-wielding list at the age of 26, becoming the youngest master of the Hua Jin (a martial arts technique) on the list. He has been on the list for five consecutive years and is known as the number one underworld figure in Nandu.

In the underground forces of Nandu and even the entire Nan Province, Lu Changkong was a highly sought-after figure.

"Compete here?"

Lin Dong asked, realizing that this contest was now inevitable.

This was not Lu Changkong's wish alone, but rather an order from Yunying Society, the largest underworld force in Nandu.

"It's too noisy here, let's go outside."

Seeing that Lin Dong had accepted the challenge, Lu Changkong didn't hesitate and got up to go downstairs towards the bar's entrance.

Lin Dong immediately stood up, and Yu Ziyun grabbed his arm, her voice trembling as she said:

"Lin Dong, do you really want to fight him?"

Lin Dong nodded and grinned:

"Some people want to see who is the number one underworld expert in Southern City, so let them have their wish."

Yu Ziyun bit her pink lips hesitantly, released Lin Dong's hand, and whispered a word of advice:

"Be careful, he's very strong."

"I know."

...

Lu Changkong's aloof figure walked through the noisy bar, and his appearance still attracted the attention of many people.

"This...isn't this Lu Changkong? The number one underworld expert in Southern Capital."

"You're not seeing things, are you?"

"I'm sure I didn't see wrong, it was the one who just walked out the door, wearing a black Zhongshan suit."

"Hey bro, isn't Lin Dong the number one underworld boss in Southern City? How did it become Lu Changkong?"

"What do you know? Lin Dong is just a rumored number one expert, it's never been confirmed by the underworld. Lu Changkong is the real deal. Have you ever heard of the Jianghu Swordsmen Ranking?"

"Holy crap, guess who I saw this time?"

"Who? What's all the fuss about?"

“I saw Lin Dong. He went out with Lu Changkong. It was definitely him. I saw him make a move here that night.”

"And the Queen, she went out too."

"Damn, this is going to be good! Fatty Hu, hurry up and pay the bill, let's go watch the show!"

...

Soon, a commotion inexplicably broke out in the noisy and unrestrained Queen's Bar.

Several groups of young people who were drinking and having a good time suddenly rushed towards the door.

This strange phenomenon, like a plague, quickly spread among the surrounding people, and many began to curiously inquire about it:

"What happened? What did those people do?"

"Could it be a police raid? But wait, the security guards haven't made a move either."

"Gangzi, go and find out, and come back quickly!"

...

Southern Metropolis Daily, Qishi District.

At night, the foot of Shiyun Mountain and the shore of Bailu Lake appear exceptionally tranquil.

On the second floor of a tall villa near the lake, a spacious study was brightly lit.

Three men, all over sixty years old, were sitting around a mahogany tea table, leisurely enjoying tea and chatting.

"Old Mo, how many challenges do you think Lin Dong can overcome tonight?"

An elderly man with a gentle face, dressed in a dark blue Tang suit, asked.

"What do you think, Chairman?"

Ghost Hand Mo Huan picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and asked a noncommittal question.

"It's difficult. I think even the first challenge is a bit risky, because his opponent is Chang Kong."

"It seems you have a lot of confidence in this godson, Chairman? But you've also seen that video; this Lin Dong is no simple man."

An elderly man with a full head of white hair sitting next to him chuckled sarcastically.

"Old Guan, what do you think?"

Mo Huan put down her teacup and stared intently at the white-haired old man.

"I think the odds are even in this battle, but even if Lin Dong manages to pass the first hurdle, the chances of him passing the next two are slim."

The white-haired old man, known as Lao Guan, analyzed the situation carefully.

"oh?"

Mo Huan frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Old Guan is right. No matter how powerful the combat strength is, it is still human power. But few people can overcome the hurdle of human nature. The next two hurdles are very difficult."

Lu Jingye, the gentle-looking former president of the Yunying Society, spoke calmly.

...

Across the street from Queen's Bar, there is a small square where vendors usually set up their stalls.

However, after 10 p.m. every night, the vendors who have no customers pack up and go home.

In the dead of winter, the small square under the streetlights was deserted.

"This will do."

Lu Changkong walked to the center of the small square, turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, and a chilling aura naturally emanated from his body.

"It's pretty good. The place is big enough and quiet enough."

Lin Dong's lips curled up, and his blood boiled. It was a rare opportunity to encounter a formidable opponent.

"The place is big enough, but it might not be quiet."

Yu Ziyun, who was following closely behind the two, gave a crisp reminder.

The two men simultaneously turned their gaze to the other side of the road, where they saw several groups of people pouring out of the bar and rushing toward the small square.

Moreover, the number of drinkers following closely behind these people was increasing.

"You two have ruined my bar business."

The alluring Yu Ziyun stomped her foot angrily.

"Huh? You should seek compensation from Lu Changkong for this loss. He's the one who started this fight."

Lin Dong wouldn't take that bait.

"Don't worry, Ziyun, whoever loses will pay later."

Lu Changkong said coldly.

"Hey, Lu Changkong, what do you mean? Did you ask for my opinion?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Dong almost jumped up. Damn it, what does this money loss have to do with me? Don't drag me into this.

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