Arena, Young Hero Wang Anfeng

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Xue Thirteen was very famous, renowned throughout the land. Anyone who knew the younger generation of the martial world would know this peculiar yet unforgettable name first. Old Master Liu's love for fame was also well-known to the people of Wangxian County. This old man had enough money and had tasted enough of women; he had even changed his name to Liu Wuqiu, yet he simply couldn't let go of the pursuit of fame.

For someone who craved fame, seeing such a rising talent in the martial world was no different than the top courtesan of Lou Wai Lou, Xue Tao, sending a handmade letter to the number one lecher in the world.

Within seven days, a new pavilion was erected next to Old Master Liu's residence. It was built because Xue Thirteen hailed from Jiangnan Dao. Although they were already in the north, where the architectural style was rough and unrefined, they meticulously recreated the delicate and beautiful style of Jiangnan Dao. The pavilion and courtyard were filled with blooming flowers overnight, exuding grace and beauty.

Xue Thirteen led Wang Anfeng into the pavilion, which made the young man stare in awe. He first had Wang Anfeng enter a side room, then brought out a set of clothes and said with a smile, "I haven't worn this set yet, you can change into it first. I'll wait for you outside. You can leave the clothes you take off here and pick them up when you leave."

Wang Anfeng took them. It was a complete set of training attire, with a belt, leg wraps, and wrist guards, all included. The fabric felt dense and firm to the touch, and he figured it could absorb some force from a punch. There was also an outer robe, a cross-collared garment that didn't fully close. Wearing it, he gained an additional touch of scholarly elegance on top of his chivalrous and heroic aura.

The inner training attire of this set was a light blue, like the distant sky, while the outer robe was dark blue. Both were colors Wang Anfeng liked. He wondered how Xue Thirteen had guessed this. Since several other people were waiting for him, he changed into the training attire decisively and neatly. He folded the blue short jacket and placed it with the other clothes on the table before walking out quickly.

Before he could exit, he heard an old voice sighing:

"My old master wasn't like this back then. This humble servant remembers when he was young, my old master was also known as the Tiger of Wangxian in the martial world..."

"If only, if only Miss Su hadn't..."

Just as Wang Anfeng pushed the door open, the voice abruptly stopped, turning into a sigh. Outside, Xue Thirteen was talking with an old man in grey. Both turned their heads upon hearing the sound and happened to see Wang Anfeng pushing the door open. Xue Thirteen's eyes brightened slightly. He lightly tapped his palm with a folding fan and said with a smile:

"Jade in piled stones, pines like emerald, dragon's script and phoenix's grace, natural heavenly quality."

"Anfeng, you finally have a bit of the bearing of a Young Hero."

The old man's eyes also lit up slightly. He sized Wang Anfeng up and down, grinned, revealing a row of yellowed, large teeth, and gave a thumbs-up, chuckling heartily:

"What a handsome young man! This old fellow is fortunate for three lifetimes. First, it was Young Master Xue, and now another Young Hero. Seeing you young people makes my eyes much brighter."

Wang Anfeng's face flushed, and he stammered, unsure how to respond. Having lived for decades, the old man's ability to read people was already superb. He chuckled again and said:

"Two Young Heroes, it's about time. Why don't we go to the martial arts arena? The Phoenix Banquet only happens once every five years. You don't need to talk to this old man who's about to enter his coffin."

Xue Thirteen smiled slightly, cupped his fists, and said:

"Then we shall take our leave, old sir."

"Go on, go on."

Wang Anfeng also cupped his fists towards the old man, and then he and Xue Thirteen went to find Xiahou Xuan and Huangfu Xiong. Those two were naturally amazed by Wang Anfeng's appearance. In terms of looks and temperament alone, Xue Thirteen was calm, Xiahou was refined, and Huangfu was unrestrained – all possessed first-class charm. According to Xiahou Xuan, they were philanderers who could make old madam brothels' hearts flutter and iron-willed women fall in love.

Wang Anfeng naturally couldn't compare to them, but he possessed a clean, scholarly aura that none of the three had. His features were quiet and pure. Before, when he wore ordinary clothes without any adornment, this aura was suppressed. Now, having changed into this attire, he was indeed like a gentle breeze, making people feel comfortable just looking at him.

Since the time had come, the four young men quickened their pace and headed straight for the martial arts arena at the core of the Lièshān Manor, which was also the center of attention at the moment.

The humiliation Old Master Liu had suffered in the past seemed to be erupting now in his old age. The martial arts arena was extremely vast, capable of accommodating ten people fighting simultaneously. Around the arena stood young chivalrous figures and daughters of noble families, their eyes shining as they watched the two people sparring on the stage. One was a young man with his hair tied up, wearing a long robe, with clear eyes and an extraordinary demeanor, holding a wooden sword in his hand.

His opponent was a tall young man of the same age, with a bold appearance and bold movements. He completely ignored the pointed tip of the wooden sword, except for the vital points of the eyes and nose. He let the sword strike him, but it was merely like an itch. Instead, he would seize the opportunity. With a punch, in a short time, the swordsman's situation worsened. Finally, he was caught off guard. The tall young man lunged forward, roared, and charged like a black bear crashing into a tree, knocking him out with his shoulder.

"Good! Good fist techniques! Good external skills!"

"Amazing!"

A burst of admiration erupted from below the stage, interspersed with a few soft sighs. Xiahou Xuan glanced at the scene and scoffed softly:

"Mediocre fist techniques, just thick-skinned."

Huangfu Xiong, however, greatly admired the man. He said:

"Using his strengths against the enemy, upright and honorable, it's quite remarkable."

Wang Anfeng looked at the tall, strong young man gloating on the stage, his eyes slightly brightened. Xue Thirteen, seeing this, chuckled and said, "Anfeng, if you have the spirit, why not go up and show your skills? If you win a match on this stage, you should be able to get an eighth-grade weapon. If you're more ambitious, it's normal to get a cultivation technique."

"This..."

Wang Anfeng was slightly tempted, but he looked at the other three youths and asked, "Aren't you going?"

Huangfu Xiong was slightly stunned, then burst into laughter. He pointed at Xiahou Xuan and then at Xue Thirteen, playfully saying repeatedly, "Who would have thought, Xue Thirteen, Xiahou, that we would be the ones to be worried about? Interesting, interesting..."

Wang Anfeng paused slightly and quickly explained:

"No... that's not what I meant..."

Huangfu Xiong waved his hand dismissively and laughed, "Of course I know, but it's about profit, and there are countless eyes on you, with pretty young ladies watching. You're still thinking about others yielding? You're too honest, hahaha, truly, truly, I've never seen anything like it in my life, which is why I find it amusing. Anfeng, don't mind it, don't mind it, hahaha..."

While saying "don't mind it," he continued to laugh heartily. Xiahou Xuan lightly tapped his forehead with his fan. Many young ladies were watching, so his demeanor and bearing were extremely refined. He said gently:

"The meaning of Phoenix Banquet is for those whose phoenix wings have yet to unfurl and dance. This arena is prepared for newcomers who have yet to make a name for themselves in the martial world. The three of us are not from Wangxian, and secondly, we do not meet the requirements."

Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback. He finally understood, and a burning fighting spirit rose in his eyes. He looked at the tall, strong young man on the stage, lightly clashing his fists, and said:

"Then, I'll take this one."

But just then, a surge of heat came from the Buddhist beads under his sleeve, causing his expression to freeze. Then, something fell directly down – it was a small brocade pouch. Wang Anfeng was still puzzled. Huangfu Xiong opened his five fingers, and a strong current surged, directly drawing the object on the ground up and holding it in his hand. He examined it for a moment and asked curiously:

"What is this thing? Anfeng?"

Wang Anfeng touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist and said, "It seems... it seems to be my master's?" His tone was somewhat uncertain. Huangfu Xiong, upon hearing this, immediately suppressed his curiosity and handed it back, saying:

"Since it's something from your sect, you should keep it safe."

But the moment it touched Wang Anfeng's palm, the brocade pouch silently turned to dust. The expressions of the three noble youths froze, but a piece of paper remained completely unharmed, fluttering lightly onto Wang Anfeng's palm. The incense on the paper brought a sense of peace and tranquility to the heart, but the brushstrokes of the single line of ink were extremely domineering. Xiahou Xuan's eyes flickered, and he softly read aloud.

"Challenge consecutively on stage until no one dares to ascend, otherwise, your Dantian's internal force will be sealed, you will break a hundred eighth-grade wooden poles with your bare hands, and carry ten thousand catties of water."

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