The two of them clashed in a contest of strength, each kicking the other in the chest and sending both flying far back.
Tiger Head was slightly out of breath.
"Damn it! That Jiang Family trash is actually a little hard to deal with."
Jiang Xiaohu's expression did not change. He glanced at the wound on his shoulder. "Not bad."
Lu Chengwen grew anxious.
To anyone watching, Jiang Xiaohu had been the one at a disadvantage the whole time.
Lu Chengwen said, "Big brother, you can't lose this fight! If Xia Ying finds out you lost, she'll marry me from now on!"
Jiang Xiaohu turned his head and looked at him with disgust. "Shut up."
Zhao Ritian hurriedly said, "It's true! Even if you win, it's still iffy. Lu Chengwen loves stealing other people's sweethearts. I suspect several of my Marriage Contracts had something to do with him. Shit-Spraying Dragon, he's stolen the most girls from you. You tell him!"
Long Aotian looked at him. "Fuck off!"
Jiang Xiaohu held his blade as Lu Chengwen grabbed him. "Dual blades! He handles two weapons so well—aren't you at a disadvantage with just one sword?"
"Yeah, yeah!" Zhao Ritian said. "Dual weapons are vicious. If you knew how to use two swords, you could really fight him!"
Jiang Xiaohu said irritably, "You three pieces of trash just stand there and watch. Watch how I chop this bastard down."
Long Aotian looked coldly at Jiang Xiaohu and sneered inwardly.
Heh.
As a martial artist, it was only natural to have emotions at critical moments.
Soaring fighting spirit, an unwillingness to admit defeat, a burning desire for victory, the dignity of defending oneself...
But a hotheaded martial artist could never defeat an opponent of equal strength who was constantly scheming and calculating against him.