Heads Marked for Sale

Tomorrow was the day of the duel. Lu Shaolin rested at home today, planning to upgrade himself.

Today, Li Cai was accompanying Lu Shaolin.

At lunchtime, Lu Shaolin specifically had Dong Jia prepare much more food.

After stuffing himself until his belly was round, he began upgrading. Once it was done, he wolfed down another huge meal.

After his body returned to normal, he lay back in a recliner in the courtyard and summoned the System Panel:

Name: Lu Shaolin

Source Points: 1.8

Martial Realm: Perfected Muscle Tempering

Cultivation Arts: Yellow Grade Upper-Tier—Reckless Bull Force (Max Level), Golden Body Art (Max Level)

Yellow Grade Mid-Tier—Savage Bear Skill (Max Level), Stonewall Art (Fifth Level)

Martial Skills: Yellow Grade Mid-Tier—Mad Demon Staff Technique (Perfected), Fire Venom Palm (Perfected)

Unranked—Three Absolutes Spear (Perfected), Eight Extremes Fist (Minor Accomplishment).

At this point, Lu Shaolin's strength had increased by another four hundred and fifty jin. The skin membrane over his body had also reached the fourth layer. The four layers clung tightly together, like especially thickened leather armor.

His weight had increased again, his muscle density had grown even higher, and his height had reached one meter ninety-five. His speed had not improved much, rising by only twenty percent.

In other words, his strength was close to two thousand jin, and his speed was 1.7 times that of an ordinary Tendon Tempering martial artist. He could absolutely crush martial artists of the same realm in seconds.

Yet Lu Shaolin did not think much of it. The most dangerous things in this world were not martial artists, but those demons, devils, and eerie entities. He had to become stronger!

"Boss, your tea."

Li Cai brought over a cup of hot tea.

"Oh, thanks!"

Lu Shaolin reached out and took it.

A day quickly passed.

Early the next morning, after Lu Shaolin had breakfast and was about to head out, Dong Jia looked at him worriedly. "Young Master, be careful. If you can't win, surrender as soon as possible!"

Having heard Lu Shaolin and the others discussing it over the past few days, Dong Jia naturally knew about the duel.

"Don't worry! That so-called Gate-Breaking Saber Wang Xiaofeng is nothing more than a head marked for sale in my eyes."

Lu Shaolin replied with a smile.

With that, he pulled open the courtyard gate and walked out.

Beneath the large tree outside the courtyard, Feng Tie, Ma San, and four others stood in a row, waiting for him respectfully.

"May the boss win at the first stroke of the banner!"

The six suddenly clasped their fists and shouted.

"Uh... you lot really know how to put on a show."

The six startled Lu Shaolin. He smiled, swung onto his horse, and galloped straight toward the Water Fortress.

The six spurred their horses and followed close behind, the thunderous hoofbeats rumbling.

Half an hour later, the seven arrived at the Water Fortress.

Gang Leader He Zhonglang, Discipline Hall Master Ye Baiquan, Internal Affairs Hall Master Wan Tong, External Affairs Hall Deputy Master Chen Ying, along with the stewards of every hall, had already gathered at the entrance to the Water Fortress.

Lu Shaolin clasped his fists toward the crowd, then rode over to Chen Ying's side.

"Since everyone is here, let's set off!"

He Zhonglang nodded at Lu Shaolin and called out loudly.

With a flick of his reins, he charged toward the newly built north-city dock of the Little Knife Society.

The others spurred their horses and followed.

Like a black dragon stretching across the land!

In another half hour, they reached the north-city dock.

It had been chosen precisely because it had not yet opened, so it would not affect the city's residents.

That was also the county magistrate's requirement.

At the north-city dock, on either side of the arena built from stacked blue bricks, the two sides stood in clear formation.

The Blackwater Gang all wore matching black Warrior Uniforms.

The Little Knife Society all wore gray Warrior Uniforms.

"President Cui!"

He Zhonglang clasped his fists toward the clean-shaven, fair-faced middle-aged man leading the Little Knife Society.

"Cui Guanqing, president of the Little Knife Society, Early Organ Tempering, not yet fifty years old. His ultimate art is the Yinfeng Saber Technique."

Chen Ying explained quietly to Lu Shaolin.

"Gang Leader He!"

Cui Guanqing clasped his fists as well, his expression gloomy.

"Time waits for no one. Let's begin now!"

He Zhonglang said loudly.

"Since your Blackwater Gang is so eager to die, our Little Knife Society will naturally be happy to help."

Cui Guanqing said with a sinister smile.

The moment he finished speaking, the Little Knife Society members burst into loud laughter.

"Victory and defeat are decided by real skill, not by the mouth!"

He Zhonglang sneered.

"Then let's see how much real skill your Blackwater Gang has! Xiaofeng!"

Cui Guanqing shouted.

"Present!"

Wang Xiaofeng swung down from his horse.

"Show the Blackwater Gang what it means to be invincible below Organ Tempering in Ping County!"

"Yes!"

Wang Xiaofeng roared. Tapping the ground repeatedly, he leaped onto the arena in a few strides, drew his golden saber, and glared at the Blackwater Gang members with the air of one ready to fight to the death!

This was pretty damn thrilling! Lu Shaolin rubbed his nose.

Before his own gang leader could call out, Lu Shaolin jumped off the Black-Mane Horse and sauntered onto the arena with a swaying gait.

He Zhonglang had already drawn a deep breath and was about to shout, but when he saw Lu Shaolin heading for the arena, he nearly choked to death!

This kid never played by the rules!

Lu Shaolin looked over Wang Xiaofeng before him. He was over one meter eighty tall, with handsome features and a strong build.

His appearance did suit his name.

But he was still not as impressive as Lu Shaolin himself.

"You're Lu Shaolin, the one who smashed Ouyang Zheng to death with a single spear strike?"

Wang Xiaofeng asked in a low voice.

"Mm, that was me."

Lu Shaolin nodded.

"I'm not that old bastard Ouyang Zheng. I won't underestimate anyone!"

Wang Xiaofeng said, narrowing his eyes.

"Uh, suit yourself. You're dead either way."

Lu Shaolin said indifferently.

"Arrogant fool!"

Wang Xiaofeng roared, pushed off with his feet, and brought his saber down wildly at Lu Shaolin's head.

Lu Shaolin flicked his wrist, sweeping the Black Iron Spear above his head. With a clang, he knocked the golden saber aside.

Wang Xiaofeng's expression changed. What tremendous strength!

He withdrew his saber and retreated, then exerted force beneath his feet and began circling Lu Shaolin.

Lu Shaolin followed him around for several turns, impatience gradually appearing on his face. He suddenly stomped down—Bang! The blue bricks shattered directly beneath his foot!

Charging into range, Lu Shaolin swept his spear horizontally. With a howl that tore through the air, it struck toward Wang Xiaofeng's waist.

Wang Xiaofeng tapped the ground repeatedly and hurriedly retreated beyond the range of the sweeping spear.

Lu Shaolin charged forward again. The spear flashed, and it was already above Wang Xiaofeng's head.

Wang Xiaofeng's expression changed drastically. He raised the golden saber with both hands and blocked upward at an angle, hoping to use the blade to deflect the force and evade.

A deafening clang rang across the entire dock.

Following it came the crack of a saber breaking.

Wang Xiaofeng stared at the spear tip before his eyes, terror filling them.

My life is over!

With a splurt, the spear shattered Wang Xiaofeng's skull, then continued downward and embedded itself directly below his chest!

Bone fragments and brain matter splattered in all directions, while blood instantly dyed the entire arena red!

With a bang, Lu Shaolin pulled out the spear. Wang Xiaofeng's headless corpse collapsed into the pool of blood.

The entire dock was silent enough to hear a pin drop. Not only were the Little Knife Society members stunned, even the Blackwater Gang higher-ups who had already watched Lu Shaolin kill Ouyang Zheng were once again rooted to the spot in shock.

Shaking off his spear, Lu Shaolin looked at the Little Knife Society members and grinned, revealing his stark white teeth.

Then, under the gaze of both gangs, he openly began searching the corpse.

He had not forgotten the rewards from last time. He absolutely could not pass up looting the corpse, and besides, these were spoils that he deserved.

After finishing, Lu Shaolin looked at the five bloodstained banknotes in his hand and frowned.

Would the bank recognize them?