Daring to Challenge a Martial Hall with No Money

Guo Family Martial Hall.

Hmph, haha.

Inside the courtyard, the sound of coordinated martial arts practice echoed.

More than a dozen men, bare-armed, under the supervision of a robust man, continuously rotated their hands, inserting them into a large pot.

Beneath the large pot, firewood burned, and it was filled with a pot full of sand. Their hands rapidly thrust in and out of the sand.

"Alright, after training for so long, everyone take a break."

At this moment, the robust man clapped his hands, signaling everyone to stop.

Upon hearing this, the tense bodies of the men quickly relaxed, and they couldn't help but exhale deeply, revealing grimacing smiles.

"Everyone, remember to soak your hands in the medicinal liquid for a while."

Taking in everyone's expressions, he then called for a large bucket to be brought over, filled with a gray-brown medicinal liquid.

The men nodded, and as the color of their skin on their arms gradually faded, some of them came to the bucket and began soaking their arms in the medicinal liquid.

"Oh~" The moment of soaking caused the man to emit a sound similar to that of an ape.

Seeing this, the robust man's face darkened: "What are you howling about!"

The sound came to an abrupt halt.

At this moment, a middle-aged man walked out of the house. Seeing this, the robust man came to the middle-aged man and said, "Father."

The middle-aged man hummed in acknowledgment, his hands behind his back, expressionlessly watching the men successively put their hands into the medicinal liquid.

Then he looked at the robust man and asked, "Guo Hao, how has the enrollment of students been these past few days?"

Guo Hao pondered for a moment and then said, "Ever since Father defeated Hong Ming, students have been coming to enroll every day, but the number isn't very high. We've only recruited thirteen disciples so far, and..."

"And what?"

"And their talents are uneven."

"That's normal. The talented martial artists are basically monopolized by the local Martial Halls. After a few days, I'll challenge the Jiang Family Martial Hall again to completely spread our reputation. Then others will know how powerful our Guo Family Martial Hall is!"

Hearing this, Guo Hao's expression slightly changed, which was noticed by the middle-aged man, who asked, "What is it?"

"Father, you've already challenged many Martial Halls, including the Hong Family Martial Hall, and I'm afraid it has already caused dissatisfaction. If you continue to do so, I'm afraid it will create resentment," Guo Hao said hesitantly.

"Hmph, am I afraid of them?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, not caring at all. If these Martial Halls hadn't united to exclude him, he would have already taken action against this group of good-for-nothings.

With his strength, let alone dealing with the Three Great Martial Halls, even sweeping through all the Martial Halls in White Stone City would be a piece of cake.

Guo Hao didn't speak upon hearing this, but he sighed inwardly. Ever since his father stepped into the Practice Force Warrior realm, he had become increasingly arrogant.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy, and neither of them spoke. Just then, Guo Hao's gaze was drawn to a burly man at the entrance.

The burly man quickly entered the courtyard. Seeing this, Guo Hao stepped forward, a look of confusion on his face: "What do you need?"

He sized up the newcomer. The man was burly, with a fierce appearance, and looked to be about thirty years old. He didn't seem like someone who was here to learn martial arts.

"Are you Guo Zhong? I'm here to challenge the hall!" The brawny man ignored Guo Hao and spoke in a booming voice to the middle-aged man.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present abruptly stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look at the strong man, revealing expressions of astonishment.

The bewilderment on Guo Hao's face froze the moment the strong man spoke. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man, Guo Zhong, also heard the strong man's words. His sharp eyes, carrying a hint of scrutiny, landed on the strong man's body.

"Here to challenge the hall?"

Guo Zhong chuckled, a coldness flickering at the corner of his mouth.

During his time in White Stone City, he had always been the one to challenge others' halls. He never expected that this time, he would be the one being challenged.

He looked at the strong man and asked, "Which martial hall are you from?"

The strong man waved his hand, saying impatiently, "Don't worry about which martial hall I'm from. I just want to come and challenge the hall. I'm just asking if you dare to accept the challenge!"

"Why wouldn't I dare!" Guo Zhong's smile vanished, and he said solemnly.

"Then stop talking nonsense and hurry up and fight." The strong man took a step forward, facing Guo Zhong directly.

"Hold on, I never fight people for nothing." However, at this moment, Guo Zhong interrupted, "If you want to challenge me, first show me your sincerity."

The strong man was stunned upon hearing this: "What sincerity?"

"A prize, a bet." Seeing that the strong man didn't understand, Guo Zhong explained.

"How much do you want?" The strong man narrowed his eyes and asked.

Guo Zhong smiled, extended a finger, and said lightly, "One hundred taels!"

The strong man was speechless. After taking a deep look at Guo Zhong, he left a sentence: "Wait!"

Watching the strong man's departing figure, the expression on Guo Zhong's face froze slightly, and then he shook his head and spat softly, "Daring to challenge the hall without money!"

He thought he had met a big, dumb fool and could earn a hundred taels, but it turned out to be a silver spear with a flashy head, all show and no substance.

Shaking his head, Guo Zhong walked into the house.

A quarter of an hour later, the strong man returned to the Martial Hall, threw a bag of money on the ground, and said to Guo Hao, "Call Guo Zhong out for me."

Guo Zhong, who was inside the house, was slightly stunned when he heard the commotion outside. Then he walked out, his gaze immediately falling on the money bag on the ground.

Seeing the ten-tael silver note revealed in the middle of the money bag, his pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"Alright, since you want to challenge me, then come." Guo Zhong chuckled, his goodwill towards the strong man increasing a bit.

The strong man nodded and was about to make a move when Guo Zhong stopped him again: "However, let's get the ugly words out of the way first. If you lose, this hundred taels will be mine."

"What if you lose?" The strong man retorted.

"If I lose?" Guo Zhong was stunned by the question, but he still said, "If I lose, I'll give you a hundred taels!"

"Good!"

"Then let's begin." As Guo Zhong spoke, he signaled for his disciples to retreat.

"Wait."

This time it wasn't Guo Zhong who spoke, but the strong man. Guo Zhong looked at the strong man in confusion, only to hear the strong man say, "Give me the money first!"

"You... you think I would try to cheat?" Guo Zhong's face froze, somewhat annoyed.

"Just in case!" The strong man said noncommittally.

Guo Zhong's face darkened, and he didn't speak, but looked at Guo Hao. Guo Hao went into the house and took out one hundred taels of silver, placing it next to the money bag.

Seeing this, the strong man nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the opposite side and said, "Let's begin!"

Guo Zhong snorted coldly, and without any politeness, strode forward. Because he was filled with anger, the moves in his hands became extremely fierce.

In contrast, the strong man simply stared at Guo Zhong, his body standing still, unmoving.

"Hmph, if I don't beat you into a cripple today, I won't be called Guo Zhong!" Guo Zhong sneered in his heart, his palm chopping out like a blade, carrying the sound of tearing through the air, attacking the strong man.

Guo Zhong's attack was like a fierce tiger, and just as it was about to hit the strong man, he discovered that the strong man had only slowly raised his hand. He couldn't help but sneer, "Isn't it too late to make a move at this time?"