Fists That Held the Line

In the square.

The two Raccoon Cats of the Tiger-Crane Society were uneasy.

Su Cha said, "Wang Daorong really is a notch stronger than Wang Hezi. I'm not sure the center can hold. It's looking shaky."

Li Xiaohu sighed. "The key is the right flank. If Big Mountain can beat Sun Sanpao and his men and take it, he can lead his team to reinforce the left. He's an Elephant-Hurling fighter with Hard Qigong, after all. Together with Wang Hezi, he might be able to hold Wang Daorong off until the Hilltop Contest ends.

"Then there's Ye Changkong's fight against Wu Youcai. From what we've seen, Wu Youcai hasn't advanced to Six-Leaf yet. That's good news for us. If A Wen and A Gui pull their weight alongside Ye Changkong, they still have a chance to beat Wu Youcai and take that side.

"If we win on both flanks, we can swarm Wang Daorong afterward. At the very least, we'll keep two. It all depends on which flank breaks through. The longer this drags on, the worse it gets for us."

The Tiger-Crane Society's advantage was that it had two fighters in the Top Ten of the Azure Rankings.

Big Mountain ranked ninth on the Azure Rankings.

Iron Wire Style's Sun Sanpao ranked thirteenth, but those few places marked a considerable gap in strength. The disciples privately called those ranked fifth through tenth the "Six Little Giants." All six trained both inside and out and had body-hardening skills that put them firmly above disciples outside the top ten.

One-on-one, Big Mountain would certainly beat Sun Sanpao.

The problem was that Sun Sanpao had too many people with him. The Tiger-Crane Society's stronger disciples had been pulled away to reinforce Wang Hezi.

Su Cha looked toward Li Xiuwen.

Perhaps A Wen