Zhao Wuji walked off the ring. He did not return to the guest of honor seat. Instead, he went straight to the pavilion where Xingyi Martial Arts Hall everyone was.
All eyes in the audience immediately focused.
The drumming gradually died down, and the whispers spread like a tide.
"Old Ancestor Zhao is going to----"
"There's a good show to watch!"
Li Chengyue was still leaning on the bamboo recliner, with his eyelids half-draped, as if he didn't see Zhao Wuji coming.
Chen Jianghe and Su Derong stood beside him, one on the left and the other on the right. He Shouzhuo, Zhou Yong and others stood behind him with solemn expressions.
Zhao Wuji stood three steps in front of the pergola.
He first glanced at Li Chengyue's spear wrapped in coarse cloth, then his eyes stayed on the "Hidden Dragon Spear" for a moment, and a trace of sarcasm emerged from the corner of his mouth.
Then, he looked at Li Chengyue's pale but calm face.
He had a gentle smile on his face, and his voice was neither high nor low, but just enough for people within a few feet around to hear clearly. "Master Li, are you feeling better?"
Li Chengyue opened his eyelids, looked at Zhao Wuji, and twitched his lips. "Thanks to the Lord Zhao Family, I can't die."
"That's good, that's good." Zhao Wuji smiled brighter, with a concerned tone, "Master Li it's me Yilin County Martial Dao Master, if a little misunderstanding hurts the fundamentals, it will be a loss for the whole city. Looking back on the Inner City incident a few days ago, Mr. Zhao is indeed very inappropriate. I hope Master Li will forgive it."
He paused, glanced at Li Chengyue, then looked at Chen Jianghe standing aside, and said meaningfully, "Xingyi Martial Arts Hall has a master like Master Li, and a talented disciple like Young Hero Chen who is 18 years old. It is really the martial arts school's luck, Yilin's luck. It's just----"
He changed the topic and lowered his voice slightly, but it was clearer. "Martial Dao's road is dangerous and unpredictable. Geniuses are easy to break, and this has been true since ancient times. Today's martial arts, fists and feet have no eyes. Zhao only hopes that these two disciples, Master Li, can safely step down. Don't follow in the footsteps of ancestor Zhou Kun."
On the surface it is concern, but in reality it is a threat, reminding Li Chengyue that he has not recovered from his serious injury, reminding Chen Jianghe that no matter how talented he is, he may fall, and even using Zhou Kun's serious injury to imply that Li Chengyue cannot protect himself.
Su Derong's face darkened, and just as he was about to speak, Li Chengyue raised his hand.
The old man leaned back on the chair, looked up at Zhao Wuji, and suddenly smiled.
The smile was very light, with a hint of sarcasm and indifference. "Zhao Wuji, how come you still have such a moral character after you have lived so long? Is it interesting to talk in a roundabout way?"
He slowly sat up straighter, his eyes that were always hazy with drunkenness were now as sharp as knives. "I, Li Chengyue's apprentice, don't worry about it. If they are really beaten to death and maimed in the ring, it is because they are not good at learning and they deserve this fate. As for me——"
He paused and his voice suddenly turned cold. "Even if I only have one arm and half a life, I can still do it if I want to support a few people. Zhao Family Lord, if you don't believe it, you can give it a try."
After the words fell, a vague pressure spread out from Li Chengyue.
Although it is not as powerful as the half-step Gang Jin that day, it still carries a heart-stopping chill.
Zhao Wuji's face changed slightly, a hint of evil flashed in his eyes, but he soon returned to normal.
He took a deep look at Li Chengyue, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Master Li was joking. Zhao just reminded me kindly. Since Master Li is confident, Zhao will wait and see."
After that, he turned around and walked away.
This confrontation, even though there was no action, had the whole audience holding their breath.
After Zhao Wuji walked away, Su Derong whispered, "Master, this old thing----"
"It's just a clown." Li Chengyue waved his hand, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and rested, "Focus on watching the competition. Today's scene has just begun."
On the arena, the martial arts performance has officially begun.
The rules are simple and crude - challenge system.
Any martial artist can go on stage, report their name, and accept challenges from others. Those who win three games in a row can temporarily step down and rest until the top eight are finally determined before competing again.
Most of the people who took the stage at first were Bright Strength warriors.
There were punches and kicks, shouts and shouts, and the fight was very lively. But in the eyes of someone like Chen Jianghe, it was nothing more than a child's play, full of flaws.
He watched quietly, his mind as calm as water.
Observe.
Observe each person's force exertion method, breathing rhythm, and footwork characteristics.
Observe the changes in the expressions of the Huajin Hall owners - who is watching carefully, who is perfunctory, and who has calculations hidden in their eyes.
An hour later, most of the Bright Strength warriors had been eliminated.
Those left in the arena are gradually Dark Strength good players.
"Gale Wind Martial Hall, Han Meng! Please advise!"
The person who jumped onto the ring was a strong man in his mid-twenties, a disciple of the Gale Wind Martial Hall.
His voice was like a roaring bell, and before he finished speaking, his right leg was sweeping across like a steel whip, bringing with it the sound of howling wind!
"Gale Wind Leg!"
Someone in the audience shouted.
Han Meng's kicking skills are really sharp, but in just five moves, he can kick his opponent until he vomits blood and flies backwards.
He defeated two people in a row and was in great momentum. He clasped his fists on the stage and looked around, saying in a loud voice, "Is there any other friend who can give me advice?"
In the audience, Master Han nodded slightly, showing approval.
But soon, a thin figure jumped onto the ring like an ape.
"Guangde Martial Hall, Hou San."
The person who came was short in stature, but his arms were unusually slender, and his fingers were like hooks. He was a disciple of the Guangde Martial Hall.
Han Meng saw this and sneered, "Mantis Fist? You're just a showman!"
He said no more, raised his right leg again, and attacked like a violent storm!
However, Hou San's movement skills were weird. Instead of fighting him head-on, he followed him like a shadow, wandering close to the ground and focusing on the bottom plate.
His ten fingers are like hooks, which can be used to poke or grab. His moves are tricky and cruel, and he often attacks Han Meng's knees and ankles from incredible angles.
In just ten moves, Han Meng was forced to scramble and his steps gradually became chaotic.
"Go!"
Hou San suddenly shouted, his body was short, he avoided a leg sweep, his right hand was like electricity, and he accurately poked Han Meng in the left knee!
"Ah--!"
Han Meng screamed, his left leg went weak, and he knelt on one knee.
Hou San won't show mercy when he gains the upper hand. He follows up with his left hand, grabs his ankle and twists it!
"Crack!"
Crisp bone cracks.
Han Meng howled miserably and fell to the ground, rolling around holding his left leg, and his clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat.
Hou San stopped and stood on the stage, his thin body exuding a strong spirit. He clasped his fists in the direction of the Gale Wind Martial Hall pergola and said in a calm tone, "I accept."
In the audience, Hall Master Wu chuckled, quite proud of himself.
Master Han's face turned pale and he snorted heavily.
Next, Dark Strength disciples from each martial arts school took turns to appear, and the fight was back and forth.
After several Dark Strength level contests, a familiar figure slowly walked towards the ring in the slightly expectant eyes of everyone at the Xingyi Martial Arts Hall.
"Xingyi Martial Arts Hall, Su Derong." He clasped his fists and looked around, his voice clear, "Please give me some advice, comrades."
There was a slight commotion in the audience.
Su Family accident, escort agency crisis, Li Chengyue seriously injured——Su Derong Many people are waiting to see how the former "Young Gang Leader Su" is doing.
Soon, a Outer City martial arts disciple who used a single sword jumped onto the ring.
"Jifeng Martial Hall, Wang Chong! Senior Brother Su, please!"
The sword struck with great force and force.
Su Derong stood still and did not move until the blade was close to half a foot, then he suddenly turned sideways and struck the opponent's wrist with the sword with his left fist as fast as lightning.
Wang Chong felt a sudden numbness in his right arm, and almost lost his hand with the single sword.
Su Derong took advantage of the situation and bullied him, punching him in the chest with his right hand, causing Dark Strength to vomit slightly.
"Thump thump thump!"
Wang Chong took a few steps back, his face flushed, and he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Su, for showing mercy!"
He knew that if the opponent used all his strength, he would at least be slightly injured.
"Acceptance." Su Derong returned the gift.
The first battle was successful, and the victory was clean and tidy, which made some people who were originally contemptuous calm down.
Under the Xingyi Martial Arts Hall's pergola, He Shouzhuo, Zhou Yong and others were refreshed.
The second challenger comes from a martial arts school that specializes in hard martial arts. His name is Tie Shan. He is tall and has a bronzed skin. He is obviously very good at external martial arts.
As soon as he came on stage, he opened up his stance, roared low, and punched the crowd with his fists like hammers, whistling like a wind, using pure force to suppress the crowd.
Su Derong Don't fight hard.
His body is like a swimming fish, moving forward and backward in the fierce wind of fists.
Tie Shan is very powerful, but his body movements are a bit clumsy.
Su Derong caught a glimpse of the gap and cut in with his left fist from a tricky angle, passing under Tie Shan's ribs.
"Chi la yi-"
The clothes were torn, Tie Shan's ribs were burning and stinging, and the strength to protect the body was broken.
As soon as his offensive stalled, Su Derong was already on top of him, and Five Elements Fist's "Crushing Fist" was like an arrow leaving the string, hitting the junction of his chest and abdomen.
Tie Shan groaned, his huge body swayed, his face turned pale, and he clasped his fists and admitted defeat.
After winning two games in a row, Su Derong has a stable breath and a tall and straight figure in the indigo outfit.
Discussions began gradually in the audience, and many people nodded secretly.
This Young Gang Leader Su has gone through many changes, and his martial arts skills have become even better. His fighting style is calm and sophisticated, and he is no longer the frivolous person he used to be.
However, just when Su Derong was in full swing and was about to meet the third challenger, a cold voice sounded from the direction of the Zhenlei Martial Arts Hall: "Xingyi Fist is truly worthy of his reputation. He is really good at it. Here, Zhenlei Martial Arts Hall, Lei Xiao."
This person is twenty-seven years old, with a thin face, sharp eyes, a heavy and thick aura around his body, and a hint of thunder. He is clearly the pinnacle of Dark Strength, and is only a thin line away from Huajin.
Su Derong cupped his fists. "Xingyi Martial Arts Hall, Su Derong."
Lei Xiao returned the salute with a fist in his hand, but his tone was extremely frivolous. "Senior Brother Su is willing to reward me, and Lei is honored. I heard that Senior Brother Su went around begging his grandfather to sue his grandmother about the escort agency a few days ago, and even Zuichun Brothel can't even get in? Tsk tsk, I'm really wronged. Otherwise, I'll be gentler later, leaving some dignity for Senior Brother Su, so that you can continue to beg for food at Inner City?"
These words were said so viciously that there was a burst of low laughter from the audience.
Su Derong's face was ashen, but he smiled instead.
"Junior Brother Lei is so considerate." Su Derong said with a smile, "But that's no need. No matter how down and out I Su Derong is, I won't be pitied by a Zhao Family dog that is unleashed to bite people."
Lei Xiao's face suddenly changed, and a fierce light shot out from his eyes. "You are looking for death!"