"Pretty boy! You're asking to die!"
Shi Jingang's simple mind was instantly consumed by rage.
With a low growl, he lunged forward, his enormous palm like a fan, slicing through the air as he reached for Lu Chen's face. He meant to crush the taunting brat to death on the spot!
Lu Chen shifted his feet slightly, tapping the snow with a light step. He drifted like a withered leaf and landed on the platform, where the bloodstains were still fresh.
"What's the rush? Didn't you keep saying you wanted a fight to the death? On the platform, each man takes responsibility for his own life and death. Well, I'm here."
"Good! You brought this on yourself, so don't blame me!"
Shi Jingang shouted, then leaped onto the platform as well.
Shi Laohei narrowed his eyes and said ominously, "Jingang, don't hold back. Teach him a lesson! Let this ignorant brat—and everyone else—see that the Iron Fist Martial Hall isn't to be trifled with!"
Master's Wife was frantic with worry, so overwhelmed that she didn't know what to do. What could she do? It wasn't as if she could really rush onto the platform and drag Chen'er off by force.
If she did that, how could the boy ever hold his head up in the martial world again?
All she could hope for was that Chen'er would come away unharmed. It wouldn't matter if he lost.
Du Ruonan leaned close to her father's ear and whispered, "Father, shouldn't we do something?"
Old Master Du remained expressionless. "Do what? Lu Chen accepted the challenge himself. If he dared take it, then either he really has some skill, or he's a fool beyond belief."
Some of the local martial artists shook their heads and sighed, thinking Lu Chen had acted too rashly