The life-and-death contract for the bout had been signed long before Cui Hao arrived.
Today, the loser would be either the Hu Family or the Yan Family. One of them would have to leave Qingyuan City.
"Clang!" A gong rang out.
Zong Gaonian, as imposing as an iron pagoda, was the first to rise. He strode heavily into the middle of the courtyard, his presence intimidating.
Cui Hao remained calm and approached at an unhurried pace, taking his place opposite Zong Gaonian.
As the two fighters met each other's gaze, the crowd of guests invited to watch the bout lowered their voices, yet could not hide their excitement as they began to chatter.
"I heard the Yan Family say the Hu Family brought out a disciple of Xu Dian, one who practices Broken Fist."
"Couldn't the Hu Family find anyone? Why bring in someone from Zhanhong Martial Arts Academy? Zong Gaonian has been a renowned expert for years!"
"I reckon Hu Tang is too stingy to spend big. He couldn't find a real expert..."
"Probably. Hehehe... That miserly streak of his will be the death of the Hu Family today."
Being called a "miser" didn't bother Hu Tang in the slightest. The whole city knew he was stingy.
But this bout concerned the future of the Hu Family, and everything depended on the young man in the ring. He couldn't help feeling nervous, uneasy, and afraid.
The Hu Family's Second Master and several stewards were also anxious and uncertain. As the bout drew closer, they became more and more convinced that Cui Hao couldn't beat the long-renowned Zong Gaonian.
Looking at Cui Hao, who stood two steps away, Zong Gaonian suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. In a booming voice, he said, "Brother Cui, you and I