A young man leaped onto the arena and casually demonstrated several fierce punches before cupping his fists and introducing himself to the crowd.
"I am Ma Xiaokong, wielder of the Hundred Victories Divine Fist!" He felt somewhat guilty saying that. Hundred Victories Divine Fist was his father's title. Only when no one questioned him did he finally breathe a sigh of relief, while privately despising everyone else for their ignorance.
"Tao Zian of Yimachuan." Another man, dressed in furs, stepped onto the stage. He planted his gold-ringed broadsword into the ground, and even from afar, one could sense the bloodthirsty aura around him. He truly deserved his reputation as an expert at robbery and plunder.
"Qian Qingjian, leader of the Yellow River Gang!" A burly man carried an enormous axe over his shoulder, his exaggerated appearance instantly drawing everyone's attention.
Each of them made a more imposing entrance than the last. Song Qingshu, however, walked up the stairs in an unremarkable manner, drawing wave after wave of jeers.
"I am Jia Baoyu. Greetings, esteemed experts." Once onstage, he smiled and cupped his fists toward the other three.
"An embroidered pillow." The men gave him a cursory glance and immediately noticed his unsteady footwork. He truly was just like the spoiled young master of rumor, someone who only knew how to mingle among women and understood nothing of martial arts. Naturally, they did not take him seriously and instead turned their attention to the others.
Ma Xiaokong was the weakest, while Qian Qingjian was the strongest!
The three quickly reached that conclusion. Tao Zian and Ma Xiaokong exchanged a glance, then tacitly joined forces to attack Qian Qingjian, intending to eliminate the strongest opponent first.
Tao Zian figured that once Qian Qingjian was dealt with, he would be the strongest, and