Chapter 48: The Fists of Friendship

  Finally, Simen was beaten until his nose was blue and swollen, and he limped off the stage with his hands covering his bleeding nose, stumbling as he walked to Zhan Qingcang's side.

  Looking at his miserable appearance, she also felt that the old man was intentional, possibly because he couldn't stand this face, how could he keep beckoning to his face! Look, tomorrow let him hook up with a beauty, ah!

  "You, I'm talking about you! The new one?"

  Hearing the old man's call, Zhan Qingcang didn't even bother to check Xi Men Ruo Xue's wound and looked up at him directly.

  "Everyone who comes here, I treat equally, regardless of whether you're new or not, got it?" You beat Ximen Qingxia so badly, are you sure you don't feel guilty when you say "treat equally"? Don't you feel ashamed?

  "Come on up and fight against Huangfu Ke!"

  Just as she was about to take a step forward, Ximen Liuxue hastily grabbed her. "Qingkuang, can you handle it? I'm telling you, Huangfu Minggui is the favorite disciple of that old demon head, he's a high-ranking martial king, you must be extremely careful, don't force yourself if you can't do it! I think as a prince, he shouldn't hit a little kid like you." Thinking of those devilish master and apprentice, Ximen Liuxue felt a pang in her heart.

  "It's nothing, want to watch closely and see me take revenge for you?"

  "Is that all you've got?"

  "Watch me!"

  Don't blame Ximen Qingxue for suspecting her, with her small build and height of less than five feet (166 cm), how could she possibly avenge him? He wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death!

  "What are you whispering about? Can't you come up quickly?" The old man was obviously impatient and urged them to hurry.

  With a clever use of footwork, she flipped onto the stage, a white-clad maiden with fluttering sleeves.

  "I'll be gentler!"

  "I'll show no mercy!"

  Does she need others to admit defeat? Don't be kidding, losing is losing and winning is winning!

  As the opponent drew out a sword and stabbed it straight over, War Light Crazy casually picked up a nine-section whip from beside him, swung it with a loud crackling sound in mid-air, and wrapped it around the sword. The two men's internal energy began to contend, just as War Light Crazy tightened his arms, used force with both hands, and the nine-section whip wrapped around the treasured sword flew out. Suddenly, the wind rose and clouds gathered, the two weaponless men looked at each other, simultaneously struck out, adopting close-range hand-to-hand combat, their hands moving swiftly, the sound of palm winds echoing through the air, the crowd involuntarily stopped their own movements, focusing intently on the scene unfolding before them.

  The longer the time, the more frightened Huangfu Minggui was. Perhaps others couldn't see it, but he could feel it himself. He was completely suppressed and beaten, and the girl in front of him hadn't even used her full strength, forcing him to be on high alert.

  Compared to Huangfu Minggui's tension, Zhan Qingkuang was much more relaxed. He didn't even break a sweat when fighting him, and could win with just one hand.

  She kicked towards his thigh pit, stopping the leg that was about to kick her. With a swift and fierce movement of her left hand, she grabbed his vital point, using four ounces of strength to deflect a thousand pounds. Her right shoulder suddenly collided with his body, which was much taller than hers, sending him flying out several meters before finally coming to a stop.

  "Alright!"

  Everyone was stunned, in their hearts the great Master Brother had been defeated? By this "weak and small" girl in front of them? Covering his left shoulder, Huangfu Minghui's face looked unpleasant for a moment, but quickly regained his composure, then respectfully cupped his fists again.

  "Haha! Good! Good!" The happiest one was that old devil.

  "You're just a kid, and you already have such skills, that's great! How much of your ability did you use just now?" His eyes won't be wrong, this is good, he has found the successor!

  "Two-tenths."

  "What? Two percent? Are you sure you're not joking?"

  "What do you think?!"

  "Alright, I'll come and meet you." It's been a long time since he found an opponent. Even if his hands were itchy, he could only rely on repairing others to satisfy his craving. This time, seeing the War God, the old man's eyes gleamed like a wolf seeing meat, emitting green light.

  The old man's aura was overwhelming, and some students turned pale with fear. However, they didn't want to miss this duel, so they also ignored the old man's rules and began to mobilize their spiritual energy to resist.

  The old man's right hand formed a claw, and the huge suction drew a large knife into his hand. With a few powerful strokes, he brandished it with a whooshing sound. His feet spread apart, his body sank down, and his eyes gleamed as he stared at her. "Go, you choose one too."

  She saw her feet kick off, the dark energy shook up a pair of double knives, War Light Crazy jumped up, caught the double knives in mid-air, and rushed straight at the old man.

  "Clang", they clashed, their short weapons meeting, neither gaining the upper hand. Ha! They were evenly matched! The crowd's excitement grew even more intense.

  Two white figures on the field, back and forth, neither yielding to the other. Just as the big knife was about to split in front of the girl's eyes, everyone held their breath for her. Jian Qing's double knives crossed in front, stubbornly blocking it, even though his tiger mouth was numb from the shock.

  "Alright! Bring it on!"

  The big knife was wielded by him with great force, War Light Crazy didn't dare to be careless, the moves were strange and tricky, aiming directly at the human body's vital points, the old man also didn't dare to slack off, the two of them temporarily matched each other evenly, not giving an inch.

  The sound of clashing weapons echoed, and the two added internal energy to their arms, quickly creating countless gaps that made them unusable. The old and young simultaneously threw away the weapons in their hands, picked up another suitable one from the nearby weapon rack, and continued to fight. It was clear that both were stubborn people who would not stop until a winner was decided!

  Knives, guns, sticks, rods, whips, axes, forks, halberds, and even the eyebrow-piercing dagger were all used. It was truly an eye-opener, and the eighteen types of martial arts were nothing compared to this! As a result, in their hearts, being able to fight on par with the great Martial Saint Peak was a success for the demon Warlight, who had managed to draw even with the old devil.

  The four big families' people were looking at each other in surprise, and then their faces became complicated.

  All the weapons were destroyed by the two men, and the scene was littered with the "corpses" of the weapons, in a state of utter chaos. Now it's a bare-handed melee fight.

  Dodged the old man's fist, Zhan Light Crazy left and right dodges, leans back, crouches down, does a side somersault, does a backflip, the whole set of movements is smooth and swift, quick and nimble, and doesn't let the old man gain any advantage.

  They fought for half a day, but still couldn't determine the winner. Both of them were panting, then they both made their move at the same time, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, like a dragon rising from the sea. It's here! The final blow has arrived! Who will win and who will lose? Is it the old devil who won't yield, or is it that girl whose skills are superior?

  The scene was momentarily still, then suddenly erupted in a commotion. The two people on the stage stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. The old man held one of the girl's jade hairpins in his hand, while the old man...

  *pffft*

  *pffft*

  *pffft*

  The sound of "pffft" rose and fell, everyone's face turned red with suppressed laughter. As soon as they looked up to take a glance, they immediately lowered their heads again, their bodies shaking uncontrollably. It turned out that the last blow from Zhan Liangcang was both brutal and violent, directly hitting the old man's right eye, making him have a black eye, some disheveled hair, a face flushed red with excitement, beads of sweat as big as beans, a white beard, and an eye that couldn't be opened, trembling slightly, surrounded by a large circle of blue and purple, swollen like a walnut.

  It seems like I've gone a bit too far, and for a moment, Xiao Qing's conscience felt a slight twinge of guilt.

  The most shameless one is probably Ximen Qingxue. While others were secretly laughing, he was the loudest: "Haha, old devil, you've finally gotten your comeuppance! Look at you now, it's hilarious! Hmph, you're really something, I didn't think you'd actually follow through on your words and avenge me... it feels so good, so satisfying... just look at him... haha..."

  Seeing him laugh like that, Zhan Qing's intention to stop him was too late, didn't you see Lao Mo Tou's face turn black? Still laughing? She actually wanted to tell him that extreme joy can lead to tragedy!

  "Cough, cough, not bad, I haven't had a fight this enjoyable in a long time, haha, little friend, thanks to you! Come on, let me treat you to some tea and we can discuss the techniques of martial arts." The old man winked his dark eye excitedly and pulled her along.

  Before leaving, the old man sternly swept his gaze over everyone, "As for you all, make sure to thoroughly clean this place. If it's not spotless, no one is allowed to eat! And you, Ximen Lingshuang, wipe the floor here a hundred times until it's clean enough to satisfy me. Did you hear that?" The old devil indeed lives up to his name, just look at this vengeful and petty personality, tsk tsk!

  No one laughed anymore, they all went back to work with gloomy faces. After a whole morning of hard work, they still wanted to eat!

  "Ah... I'm hurt, this isn't fair, it's so unfair..." Ximen Qingxue was stunned for a moment, then started complaining with gritted teeth.

  "Hehe, let's go! Little friend, we'll have some tea and snacks, and talk more about life!" The old man didn't care about the wailing and howling behind him, and strongly invited her.

  "But it's not respectful." Ximen gave Lin Xiang a helpless glance, and then followed the old man obediently.

  Even after walking a long way, she could still hear Ximen Qingxue's wailing.

  "Old Devil"

  "You're just a violent maniac..."

  "You're just a miserable old man who's starved of love, you're just jealous, you old devil..."

  Looking at the old man next to me who is in a good mood and humming a little tune, I shake my head and think, why can't you learn from your mistakes?! When your own strength isn't strong enough to be unmatched, all hard confrontations are just asking for death, aren't they?!