Faking It Becomes Real

"Another one coming to die!"

The leader of the black-clothed men sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved like lightning, drew the Wild Goose Feather Saber from his waist, and attacked Wang Ruozhi.

Seeing this, Meng Qingshan couldn't help but feel a bit of interest in watching the show.

However, as the alcohol's effect faded, he suddenly felt hungry again.

Holding his spear, Meng Qingshan slowly returned to An Ning'er and the others' side and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything to eat?"

An Ning'er was currently worried about Wang Ruozhi's safety and replied perfunctorily, "Officer Zhang, I don't have any food left on me!"

Meng Qingshan turned his gaze to Guo Xi'wu. This man took out a paper-wrapped package from his embrace and handed it to Meng Qingshan.

He added, "Officer Zhang, I still have a chicken leg here. If you don't mind..."

"I don't mind, how could I mind? What are you saying..."

Meng Qingshan's eyes lit up the moment he smelled the meat.

He immediately reached out, took the paper-wrapped package, tore it open, and then held the chicken leg, gnawing on it with satisfaction.

While gnawing on the chicken leg, he also enjoyed the good show before him.

To be honest, Wang Ruozhi's martial arts and Agility were sharp and elegant. Even onlookers who didn't understand martial arts would be impressed by his demeanor and applaud him involuntarily.

The reason he could win such applause was not only because of his exquisite martial arts but also because he was handsome and dashing.

At this moment, the figures of the black-clothed leader and Wang Ruozhi had already crossed paths several times.

Each collision produced a crisp impact sound.

Wang Ruozhi, holding a White Fan, moved like a dancing butterfly, freely weaving through the crisscrossing sword light and saber shadows.

Each wave of the fan would stir up an invisible True Qi, forcing the black-clothed leader to urgently recall his saber for defense.

However, this black-clothed leader was no ordinary person either. His saber techniques were equally exquisite, and he always managed to precisely block Wang Ruozhi's attacks and quickly counterattack.

Yet, Wang Ruozhi's movements were as agile as a phantom. No matter how sharp the black-clothed man's saber light was, he could always cleverly evade it and turn danger into safety.

Thus, the two exchanged blows back and forth in a fierce confrontation. In the blink of an eye, they had fought over a hundred rounds, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

An Ning'er, standing by, looked a little anxious and said to Meng Qingshan, "Officer Zhang, Brother Wang is currently fighting fiercely with that villain, and the outcome is undecided. Could you go and help Brother Wang?"

At this moment, Meng Qingshan had finished the chicken leg, even chewing and swallowing the bones.

He heard An Ning'er's words and scoffed inwardly.

In a life-and-death struggle, how could there be such an indecisive outcome, and how could it take hundreds of moves to determine the winner?

In Meng Qingshan's opinion, a duel of this level would often be decided within a hundred moves.

Because the battlefield was dangerous, a single misstep could lead to death.

He had deeply understood this since his life-and-death battle with Chen Sandao at the foot of Great Green Mountain.

And his experience at the Kushui Road post station had made him deeply realize that gaining an advantage in fierce combat, even defeating a stronger opponent with a weaker force, or fighting one against many, was not impossible.

These two people fighting intensely before him were actually not going all out at all.

Meng Qingshan licked his fingers and immediately said in a loud voice, "Miss Ning'er, you should also know that I, Zhang, haven't eaten for several days.

That last move almost exhausted all my strength. Even if I wanted to help Great Hero Wang now, I'm afraid I'm powerless!"

Hearing Meng Qingshan's words, An Ning'er recalled how he had repeatedly asked for food since his appearance. She immediately hesitated and no longer pressed him to help.

However, Meng Qingshan seemed to have opened a floodgate and continued, "I've eaten meat, but it would be even better if I could have a pot of fine wine to drink!"

At this moment, Guo Xi'wu handed over a water skin and said, "Officer Zhang, there's no wine, but there's still some clear water left."

Meng Qingshan took the water skin without any pretense and took a hearty gulp.

After a few mouthfuls of cool water, he looked at the two locked in a fierce struggle in the arena and smiled:

"Miss Ning'er, relax. I observe that this young hero Wang is exceptionally skilled, and the villain leader can't even touch his clothes. It seems that as long as we don't cause him trouble, this villain leader will naturally not be his opponent!"

Meng Qingshan did not deliberately lower his voice when he said this.

As soon as he spoke, he instantly attracted everyone's attention, including the black-clothed leader and Wang Ruozhi.

An Ning'er and Guo Xi'wu immediately turned their gaze to Meng Qingshan.

Their eyes were filled with helplessness and sorrow, as if silently pleading, "Brother, please, just shut your mouth!"

The black-clothed leader seemed to understand something upon hearing this. He abandoned his entanglement with Wang Ruozhi and quickly disengaged with a flash of his body.

True Qi surged within the Wild Goose Feather Saber held tightly in his palm, its light flashing and dazzling. He suddenly shouted loudly:

"You are the Jade-Faced Carefree Young Master, Wang Ruozhi! I've heard of your exceptional Qinggong and unfathomable skills. Seeing you today, you truly live up to your reputation. I know I can't touch you at all, but with this saber strike, I'll see how you deal with it!"

With the black-clothed leader's command, he suddenly condensed his True Qi and swung his saber, unleashing a powerful wave of energy.