Chapter 187 Sweet Treasure Challenge
A gong sounded and the two sides started fighting.
The atmosphere in the ring suddenly became tense.
There are many afterimages on the stage.
The shouting and yelling from the audience gradually died down.
Everyone's heart was in their throat as the match on stage got tense, and they were nervously waiting for the outcome.
On the third floor of Liangjifang, the three boys of the Su family were dazzled by what they saw. Su Wu was so anxious that he kept scratching his head, "Can you see clearly?"
The fight was going too fast, he could only see a shadow, and he had no idea whether Uncle Purple could win.
Tianbao stared down intently, "I can see clearly."
Bai Yu also stared intently, "The trick is indeed strange."
The old man put his hands on his hips, his eyes dark, "I've never seen this kind of fighting style before. Five claws like hooks, wrists as shields, yet he can remain unscathed in the sword shadow."
He lived to an old age and had traveled all over the country before coming to exile, fighting against countless masters.
Although he wasn't familiar with all the martial arts styles in Dai Viet, he had at least seen most of them.
Even he couldn't find the way out, and even the Bai family and Wangque Tower couldn't find out their origins for a while. These people were really weird.
He would have to go find Bai Xiaofeng to discuss it later.
In case the other party sets their sights on his sweet baby like the people from the mysterious tribe last time, he can be on guard in advance.
Beside the handrail, Tianbao suddenly leaned forward, his dark eyes staring at somewhere downstairs.
Bai Yu immediately noticed something was wrong with her, "Tianbao, what's wrong?"
The girl lowered her chin and said, "He glared at me, and I glared back."
Everyone, “…”
Following Tianbao's gaze, the focus was on one of the people sitting on a chair under the ring waiting to go on stage.
The old man and four children narrowed their eyes, then opened them and stared at the man.
Bigger than eyes?
Who has no eyes!
There were still four people sitting there.
The leader stared intently at the battle on the stage, his lips moving slightly as he said, "Go back and receive your punishment."
A muffled voice came from the side, "As ordered."
At this moment, a muffled groan was heard from the stage, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
The two figures who were in a stalemate fight separated temporarily, allowing the onlookers to see their situation clearly.
There was a deep and long sword mark on the bare-armed strong man's arm. If the swordsman had used half a bit more force, the arm bone would have been cut off.
There was a triangular dart stuck in the right shoulder of the man in purple. Red blood was dripping down along the corner of the dart, quickly staining the white coat blood red.
Someone in the crowd cursed angrily, "Fuck, that bastard attacked with a hidden weapon!"
One person's words resonate with a hundred people. "No wonder he's unbeatable on the streets. It turns out he earned this reputation by using dirty tricks!"
"If you can't win, just say so earlier, you onion-nosed pig! Get off the stage!"
"If you were going to use a hidden weapon, you should have said so right away. Using such tactics is just a joke. Bah! You unpresentable creature, get off this place!"
Suddenly, the shouts of joy came one after another.
The bare-armed burly man didn't seem to mind at all, standing on the ring with an arrogant look in his eyes. "Hahaha! What a bunch of ignorant rats! This is the Liangjifang Arena. The only rule is that anyone can challenge you. When did it become forbidden to use hidden weapons on stage? You're yelling for me to get off the stage when you're about to lose. Could it be that you, the people of Fengyun City, can't afford to lose?"
"Fuck you, who can't stand losing? Using tricks is just using tricks, and you still have the audacity to mention the rules! Where did this maggot come from? How shameless! If you were to be more open and honest, Zi Yi would have knocked you off the stage long ago!"
"Don't be afraid of showing off your bravado. I'm on the stage. If anyone disagrees, wait until I beat this pretty boy down. Then you can come and challenge me!"
Zi Yi suppressed the pain in his shoulder and pointed his sword at the shouting man. His eyes were sharp and cold. "No need for too much nonsense. Who will win or lose will be known after the battle!"
The big man raised his lips in disdain, lowered his body, and rushed forward swiftly, "Since you are so anxious to die, I will come to see you off!"
The two of them passed each other as soon as they touched.
Stop each other.
This time, the two sides only exchanged one move.
After passing by, the white figure staggered and tried to stand firm with the sword.
Behind him, the big man stood there for a long moment without moving.
There was dead silence all around, everyone stared upwards, their hearts in their throats.
When they saw the big man suddenly fall forward, the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers, "He wins! Wei Yi wins, hahahaha!"
"You arrogant bastards, you think you're invincible after a few street wins? That's because you haven't met the true masters of the inner city! Today I'll teach you a lesson!"
"Oh my god, it's over, it's over. Down there, why don't you carry your people down? Oh, and since you're new here and unfamiliar with the inner city, I'm kindly reminding you that there's a mass grave outside the city to the west!"
The four people sitting on the chairs had grim expressions and murderous eyes.
The leader looked at Zi Yi coldly and made a gesture. The three people next to him immediately came on stage and carried the person down.
The big man struck his opponent in the chest with a sword. If his opponent had not been injured in the shoulder, he would have been cut in half.
The people on the third floor will see the whole process.
Su An, Su Wen and Su Wu followed the noisy cheers from below, only to see another big man jump onto the stage.
“???!” How shameless is this?
Even the kids could see that Uncle Purple was injured and had no strength to fight anymore, yet these shameless guys actually jumped up to challenge him?
Su Wu said angrily, "That bastard wants to take advantage of Uncle Zi Yi and kill him!"
Su An grabbed Bai Yu's shoulders and shook him violently, "Bai Yu, Liangjifang is yours, right? Quickly find a way to call Uncle Ziyi down, no more fighting!"
Bai Yu frowned, looking at the situation below. "Liangjifang has its own rules, and they can't be broken. If someone comes up to challenge someone, we must fight until the winner is decided, no matter the circumstances. Similarly, after the winner is decided, if anyone is dissatisfied, they can continue to challenge, regardless of who is the winner."
"Is there no other way?"
"Yes, let Uncle Ziyi admit defeat automatically."
So what are you waiting for? Su Wen put his hands to his mouth like a loudspeaker, "Uncle Zi Yi, I won't fight anymore! Admit defeat! Admit defeat!"
Zi Yi heard it faintly and forced himself to look back, but then his eyes went dark and he fell down with a loud bang.
Only then did everyone realize that the blood flowing from his shoulder had turned from red to black.
That dart is poisonous!
The cheers around the ring turned into curses.
The three boys gave the burly man in the audience a thumbs-up and shouted with angry eyes, "Fuck your mother!"
The sturdy man glanced around and said, "Hmph, a bunch of useless people who only know how to talk. I stand here now. Anyone who dares to fight, come forward!"
Bai Yu whispered an order to the servant waiting on the third floor, and soon someone carried Zi Yi up to the third floor. Du Buqin immediately started to detoxify him.
When everyone was distracted for a moment, when they turned around, they saw Tianbao's back.
The little girl flew down from the third floor, carrying the half-broken Moon-Drinking Sword, and landed steadily on the ring, meeting the strong man's eyes.
“???”
“!!!”
The Liangjifang Square, which is always bustling, is now quiet.
Even the old people in the inner city who had watched the arena a hundred or eighty times had never seen such a fight.
A little kid who looks about five or six years old, standing as tall as the big man's knees, dares to go on stage and challenge with a broken knife?
"No, isn't this the little kid who always sits on Du Buqin's shoulders?!"
"That knife she's carrying! Isn't that the weapon Broken Blade never leaves her side?!"
"Granny, what's going on?"
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