Battle Ning Yuan Again, Infamy Spreads Like Wildfire

For a time, everyone below the stage was startled.

Meng Cao had actually taken the stage himself—no one had ever seen such a thing before.

Meng Cao roared in anguish, "Bastard! You knew Li Si was no match for you, yet you still dealt such a vicious blow. If I let you live, who knows how many more people you'll kill?"

"No matter what, I cannot let you leave here alive today."

"Stop!"

An authoritative voice rang out from below the stage.

County Governor Shen rose to his feet, his gaze cold as ice. "Clerk Meng, this match was one where life and death were left to fate. Your disciple was inferior in skill and lost—why blame it on Kid He?"

"Others may not have seen it, but could it be that you did not?"

"Your disciple's final move just now was clearly meant to harm someone. Since that was the case, what was wrong with the other side striking to kill?"

"Are officials allowed to set fires while commoners are forbidden even to light lamps?"

"But..."

Meng Cao still wanted to argue, but a single sentence cut him off.

"Get down!"

Humiliation covered Meng Cao's face. He also knew he had lost his head over this matter. Then he cast a venomous look at He An and said in a deep voice, "Boy, this will not end until one of us is dead!"

"I'll be waiting."

Since he had decided to bare his fangs, He An had no intention of swallowing his pride and seeking compromise.

Besides, he was no longer someone without support. Now that his talent had been revealed, so long as he wished it, the Wu Family and the county governor could stand behind him at any time.

Even the Xu Family could possibly become his backing.

Meng Hai watched the scene before him, merely lightly rubbing the teacup in his hand, no one knowing what he was thinking.

After Meng Cao stepped down, he suddenly spoke and instructed the young man beside him, "Go. Find Lord Meng. I have something to ask him."

At the same time.

Zuo Ying held a red spear, looking every bit the valiant heroine.

Yet under Ning Yuan's assault, she had no chance to resist at all and was quickly defeated.

It was not just her.

As He An stepped down from the stage, the other stages also began to determine their victors one after another.

In the end, only He An, Ning Yuan, Meng Zhan, Lu Zisheng, Xu Taiping, and Zhang Liangcai remained standing.

Of them.

Ning Yuan, Meng Zhan, and Zhang Liangcai were all under the Meng Family.

This showed that among the Younger Generation, the Wu Xu Families had gradually begun to fall behind.

Pouting, Zuo Ying stepped down from the stage in clear displeasure and complained, "Just a little—just a little more, and I could have taken that guy down."

"Oh, come on. If he hadn't gone easy on you, you would've been off the stage long ago."

Wei Yangyun exposed her without hesitation.

Zuo Ying became even more displeased upon hearing that.

"Uncle, why would you say that?"

"When did he ever go easy on me? It was obviously because I was too strong that I forced him into a desperate corner."

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, what happened just now? I saw that there was hardly anyone below the stage. They all ran over here."

"Who was fighting in that match just now?"

"Kid He and Li Si."

"What was the result?"

Zuo Ying blinked, unable to wait to hear the outcome.

Wei Yangyun said calmly, "Li Si is dead."

"Dead?"

Towering waves surged in Zuo Ying's heart as she looked in astonishment toward a spot below the stage.

"He was actually that strong? He could kill Li Si?"

The second match began very quickly.

This match.

He An's opponent was Ning Yuan.

"Beat him to death! Get some revenge for me!"

Zuo Ying had completely become He An's little fangirl, waving and shouting from the closest spot below the stage.

Ning Yuan's mouth twitched.

Madman.

At this moment, the balance of offense and defense between the two had completely reversed.

Looking at the harmless-looking He An, Ning Yuan's heart pounded wildly. His instincts told him that this time, he might truly die.

"Brother Ning, it's been a while!"

He An made no attempt to conceal the sharp edge about him. With a cold laugh, he said, "Did you ever think that the positions we're in would suddenly be reversed?"

"Before this, you never took me seriously."

"Even in your eyes, I was nothing more than a lamb awaiting slaughter, free for you to butcher whenever you pleased."

Ning Yuan took a deep breath and suppressed the terror in his heart. "Brother He, isn't it a little too early to say such things? I never said you'd already won."

"Oh? Then it seems you're quite confident in yourself?"

"Of course!"

Before his words had even faded.

Ning Yuan assumed a stance, his shoulders and back tensing as he moved, like a fierce mountain tiger about to pounce.

His tiger roar made even He An tremble.

He had learned the same [Five Tiger Fist] as Li Yan.

Yet the two had vastly different understandings of the Five Tiger Fist.

That much had been easy to see from the first test.

He An remained unmoved, still standing where he was.

"Come and fight!"

Ning Yuan's voice rang like a great bell, his fist wind seemingly carrying boundless killing intent.

He An slightly raised his eyelids, his body remaining still.

Until the instant the fist wind reached him.

He An stepped aside with his left foot and easily evaded it, the fist wind brushing past his lapel.

When his strike failed, Ning Yuan reacted swiftly.

As he sharply twisted his waist, another move from the Five Tiger Fist—"Hungry Tiger Pounces"—followed at once.

It aimed straight for He An's ribs.

"Got you."

Joy flashed across his face.

But the next second, he suddenly saw that He An was expressionless.

Meanwhile, waves of faint pain spread through his left hand, as though he had struck steel.

"Get lost!"

With a light kick, He An sent him flying.

"Your fistwork is decent, but you're too weak. You can't hurt me at all."

"Again!"

Ning Yuan felt humiliated.

For a time, fierce fist winds intertwined like a net.

He An was completely shrouded by fist wind!

Even so, He An handled it with effortless ease.

He had the ability to end the fight quickly, but there was no need to.

"Your strength isn't bad!"

After knocking Ning Yuan back once more, He An praised him sincerely.

But to Ning Yuan's ears, those words sounded like mockery, leaving his mind in turmoil.

"Die!"

Ning Yuan's heart tightened as he roared in fury.

His shoulders abruptly sank as he rammed toward He An like a savage tiger pressing down a mountain.

At the same time, both his fists shot out.

The fist wind surged fiercely, even carrying traces of a tiger's roar.

He An's expression remained calm as he casually threw a punch.

The punch appeared slow, yet it carried the force of thunder, his fist wrapped in a layer of nearly solidified qi.

As their fists collided.

Crack.

There was no earth-shattering boom.

Yet Ning Yuan's hands were utterly ruined at that moment.

"Ah!"

He let out a hoarse roar.

It was far from over. The instant Ning Yuan was sent flying backward, he felt a vast surge of force pour fiercely into his body along his shattered, broken arms.

With just one punch, his fist force had been completely pierced through.

His meridians, his internal organs...

Every part of his body was utterly ruined at that moment. Agonizing pain swept over him like a tide, drawing an incomparably shrill scream from his throat.

The sound echoed for a long time, making everyone's hearts tremble.

He An remained unmoved. He slowly walked before Ning Yuan and looked down at him from above.

"Victory and defeat have been decided!"

Ning Yuan lay sprawled on the ground. Raising his head, his eyes were filled with pain and unwillingness.

"He An, you dared to destroy my foundation. I'll definitely kill you, definitely..." His voice was hoarse, and his heart had already fallen into utter despair.

He was crippled, reduced to a useless man.

Compared to death, this was clearly an even crueler torment.

At that moment, the area beneath the platform had fallen completely silent.

In these two matches, He An had killed one man and crippled another, yet his face remained indifferent, without the slightest expression.

Too ruthless!

As they looked at He An, a trace of fear naturally rose in everyone's hearts.

He An's infamous reputation also surged forth like a tide at that moment, spreading throughout Fangcheng in the blink of an eye amid the townspeople's whispers.