"Ah... Manager, you're spouting nonsense again."
Xi Yan, who had been storytelling nearby, happened to be taking a break halfway through and walked over to the two of them.
"It's called the Martial Arts Ceremony. It's an official event, not some so-called brawl..."
"What's the difference?" Meng Ming frowned, planted her hands on her hips, and pointed angrily behind Xi Yan.
"Look at the street."
Dan Heng and Xi Yan looked in the direction Meng Ming indicated, just in time to see two people grappling with each other.
On the left was a bald, dark-skinned man in a yellow tank top. He raised his elbow and charged forward. "Take my elbow strike!"
"Young man, you have no martial virtue!"
Fighting him was a middle-aged man in a martial arts uniform. He stood in a horse stance, his hands continuously sweeping through the air.
"Lightning Five-Strike Whip! Hoh-ha!"
"Slow~ Let me see, hey, who? Heheheha... Mamba Out!"
The two clashed fiercely, yet not a single person around them tried to break it up. Everyone was cheering them on instead.
"Wow, Master Ma's skills have improved again. Will we get to see his heroic bearing on the martial stage this year?"
"That foreigner is pretty skilled too. His moves are just a little underhanded. Who keeps targeting someone's weak spots like that?"
And they were far from the only two.
Nearby, two children were also wrestling, yanking at each other's hair and clothes. Their faces were flushed red, and they panted as though they would fight to the death...
"Waaah! Whoever wins gets to play the girl!"
"I'm not losing to you! The little skirt is mine! Mine—!!"
Watching the chaos, Meng Ming spread her hands.
"See? Isn't this just fighting? Our Luofu really is known for its fierce folk customs."
Xi