The next match was Zheng Kelun of Taiwan against Chen Jialuo of the Red Flower Society.
The Taiwan Zheng family's martial arts had always been mediocre. Apart from Chen Jinnan, Feng Xifan, and a handful of others, few could be called experts. Zheng Kelun was Zheng Keshuang's younger brother; if the elder brother's martial arts were only so-so, the younger brother's naturally could not be much better. He had only advanced by luck earlier because Fang Ye Yu had died. Now, facing Chen Jialuo's Hundred Flower Mistake Fist, he was almost entirely unable to fight back.
Then came Guo Jing's disciple Wu Dunru against the Qing Dynasty's Nalan Rongruo. Although Da Xiaowu's aptitude was average and his martial arts were not worth mentioning in the eyes of true experts, he had at least been taught by a famous master, so his lower limit was higher than that of ordinary martial artists.
Nalan Rongruo was exceptionally gifted, but he preferred poetry and literature and did not devote much attention to martial arts. As one waxed and the other waned, the two proved evenly matched when they fought.
Da Xiaowu had come this time to investigate Guo Jing's whereabouts. A few days earlier, they had learned from northern fur merchants that Guo Jing had indeed appeared in the Mongol Empire, so they had little interest in continuing with this martial arts marriage tournament. After exchanging several dozen moves, he found an opportunity to concede.
"You have not shown any sign of defeat, so why concede so lightly?" Nalan Rongruo could not help asking.
Wuyunzhu, who was watching below the platform, covered her face with one hand. What an idiot. Wouldn't anyone else be delighted if their opponent surrendered early? Yet she also understood that her childhood sweetheart had always been a modest