He Yunxiao: Lord Chu Chu, save me!
Xiao Xiao was trying not to laugh.
Chu Chu said helplessly: "You can focus on competing with him. Leave the rest to me."
He Yunxiao: Sir, can you hold my hand and transfer your power to me?
Chu Chu: If you're worried, then hold on to her.
He Yunxiao: Okay!
After summoning his help, He Yunxiao, a mid-stage ninth-rank cultivator, said to Nangong Yu'er with an air of self-righteousness, "Little girl, this gentleman wants to have a match with me. I won't take advantage of you; you can owe me one million taels for now, and I won't charge interest. However, if I defeat him in one move, you'll have to move out of my house immediately."
The grandmaster martial artist said, "Please trust me, young master."
Nangong Yu'er nodded, then looked at He Yunxiao and said, "Okay, it's a deal."
He Yunxiao smiled and said, "I don't believe your 'a promise is a promise,' but I'll trust you this once because you promised to owe me one million taels."
Nangong Yu'er was amused by He Yunxiao's words: "When did Yu'er agree to one million taels of silver?"
He Yunxiao shushed her and said, "Shut up, little girl, you're affecting my performance."
Nangong Yu'er was about to say something more, but when He Yunxiao's expression changed and he became truly serious, she shut her mouth.
Although He Yunxiao was rude, Nangong Yu'er admired his courage in challenging a Grandmaster. The difference between a Grandmaster and a Ninth Rank was common knowledge, and in Nangong Yu'er's view, it was a battle He Yunxiao was destined to lose.
The only difference is whether the loss looks good or not.
They've made their move!
The grandmaster martial artist threw a punch, and He Yunxiao also threw a punch!
Fist for fist! A battle between real men!
Before Nangong Yu'er's eyes, the two fists collided without any fancy moves. With a loud "bang," even in this windless place on the top floor, a strong wind was stirred up due to the collision of internal forces!
A short while later, the wind stopped.
Nangong Yu'er turned her gaze to the two of them again and found that both of them had been forced back by the force of the other's punch.
The difference was that He Yunxiao took half a step back, while the old man took a full step back.
Nangong Yu'er stared wide-eyed at He Yunxiao in disbelief.
A ninth-rank cultivator against a grandmaster? He won? How is that possible?
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