Chapter 53: Lian Po's Fury Shakes Heaven and Earth

  "Hong hong!" Lian Po strode forward like a giant hammer striking the earth, each step landing with a deafening crash like the beating of war drums.

  Lian Po!

  Ren's name, tree's shadow, Lian Po is a famous general whose name shakes the world. Many people have seen him, and as soon as he appears, he is recognized by everyone, and a burst of exclamations erupts.

  "General Lian Po!" Su Dai leapt up as if his buttocks had been set on fire, his eyes wide with surprise.

  Although he was a famous scholar in the world, however, compared with Lian Po who was respected by people, his status and position were still far behind.

  Lü Buwei mechanically stood up straight, his body stiff and upright, with a shocked expression on his face.

  Who would have thought that we would meet Lian Po here? Who can help but be shocked? Everyone's face is filled with shock and delight. To see the world-renowned Lian Po, it's a blessing in life, something to take pride in.

  "Is this Lian Po?" Qin Yiren's mouth was wide open, and he couldn't close it for a long time, his eyes full of shock.

  Qin Yi had arrived in the Warring States period and had seen many gods, including Zhao Kuo's mother, the war god Li Mu, Lin Xiangru, King Zhao Xiao Cheng of Zhao, Pingyuan Jun, Mao Sui... but none were as majestic and awe-inspiring as Lian Po.

  Lian Po's body was exceptionally tall and large, nine feet (nearly two meters) in height, with broad shoulders and a round waist, exuding a majestic aura. His eyes were like bronze bells, bright and piercing, shining as fiercely as the scorching sun in the ninth heaven, making people dare not look up at him.

  Although he was not wearing armor, but a casual outfit, his momentum was still astonishing, with a strong killing intent that filled the air, as if facing thousands of troops.

  Lian Po spent his whole life on horseback, fighting battles and cutting down enemies. He beheaded nearly a thousand people, and this intense murderous aura was nurtured by feeding on human heads.

  "What a true warrior!" Qin Yiren exclaimed loudly.

  Qin Yi had met the war god Li Mu, but Li Mu was still young and hadn't been tempered yet. Compared to Lian Po, a veteran general who had experienced many battles, there was still a considerable distance between them, and it would take time to hone his skills.

  "You tiger-like and wolf-like people of Qin, how dare you deceive me with your glib tongue! I won't let you off!" Lian Po's anger soared, as he rushed forward to rebuke the Qin envoy.

  He didn't intentionally raise his voice to scold, yet the sound was like thunder, as if thousands of explosions were rumbling in Qin Yiren's ears, making his brain buzz with a loud hum.

  "What's the meaning of this?" Qin Yiren was shocked, immediately enlightened, and secretly scolded: "Which idiot came up with this question? Clearly knowing that Lian Po is here, yet still coming up with such a question, isn't this intentionally making trouble for people?"

  Lian Po was drinking in the elegant room of the debate platform, someone came up with this topic, if it wasn't handled well, someone would be in big trouble. Coincidentally, Qin Yiren looked down on Lian Po's plan and thought it was unbearable, so he spoke out loud in front of everyone, isn't that just provoking Lian Po?

  It's already like this, what can be done?

  "Haha!" Lü Buwei understood and his face was filled with smiles, laughing so hard that he couldn't close his mouth: "Qin Yi Ren, you're going to die!"

  "Tiger wolf Qin people, this is retribution!" Su Daitian laughed happily. Just now, he had suffered a great loss at the hands of Qin Yiren, and he was delighted to see Qin Yiren suffer, best if Qin Yiren died.

  "Tigers and wolves of Qin, you really have no eyes!" The scholars were delighted at the misfortune of others, their eyes wide with excitement, ready to watch a good show.

  As a general, let alone humiliating Qin's envoy, even if he killed him, who could do anything to him? Even the King of Qin couldn't do anything to Lian Po.

  The name of Qin's tiger and wolf is known to the world, looking around the world, there are not many people who are not afraid of Qin, however, Lian Po is one of them, and seems to be a leader among them.

  If he killed Qin Yiren, then Qin Yiren would have died in vain, and King Qin wouldn't be able to avenge him either.

  "Halt!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong knew they were no match for him, yet they stood their ground, standing in front of Qin Yiren.

  "Get out!" Lian Po bellowed like thunder, his palm swung like a fan, and Meng Zhao flew out like a kite, heavily crashing to the ground, spitting blood in big mouthfuls.

  Lian Po's moves were as swift as lightning, quick as the wind. Compared to Jing Yun, he was even more impressive. His masterly style was evident without a doubt. In just two or three moves, Ma Ge and Fan Tong were already lying on the ground.

  Meng Zhao's three men were the elite soldiers of Qin, with extremely skilled hands, although they had not yet fully recovered to their peak period, they were not weak either. However, in front of Lian Po, they were no match for even a single battle, like infants facing giants.

  "Good! Adopt!" Lian Po was not only a famous general, but also a fierce warrior with high martial arts skills. This display of his skills moved people's hearts and won the thunderous applause of the scholars.

  "What... are you going to do?" Qin Yiren knew something was very wrong and hastily asked.

  Lian Po's mouth split open, and with a big palm, he reached out to grab Qin Yiren's collar and lifted him up.

  Qin Yiren, although very thin and not yet fully recovered, weighed nearly two hundred jin (one jin in the Warring States period was equivalent to half a modern jin), but in Lian Po's hands, Qin Yiren was like four cotton balls, light as a feather, without any weight at all.

  "Huff!" Qin Yiren felt that it was not a human hand, but a great mountain, pressing on his chest, his bones were almost scattered, making him pant and unable to breathe, opening his mouth wide, breathing with difficulty.

  "Tigers and wolves of Qin, look at this!" Lian Po raised his hand, and a big ear slap came flying over.

  The palm has not yet arrived, but the strong wind has already come, blowing Qin Yi's hair and clothes flying, if this palm is really hit, Qin Yi will definitely be unbearable, lightly injured, heavily cracked skull, died on the spot.

  "Qin Yiren, you also have today. What a pity, good goods." Lü Buwei watched with his eyes, both relieved and regretful. He was relieved that he had suffered greatly at the hands of Qin Yiren, been shut out by him, extorted by him, and had his love stolen by him, but he had never been able to take revenge. Now, through Lian Po's hands, he took revenge, which also made him feel great pleasure.

  Unfortunately, the "rare goods" he had just discovered were about to be gone, and he would lose a lot of money.

  "Qin Yiren, can your head be as hard as your mouth?" Su Dai's eyes were full of beautiful little stars, so beautiful that they sparkled.

  Just now, he was humiliated by Qin Yiren in every way, scolding him as a dog, which really insulted his identity as a scholar. Just a short while later, the retribution came to Qin Yiren, and Lian Po killed him like slaughtering a chicken, which was very satisfying.

  "Disabled young master!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong struggled to get up, but their whole body ached, they couldn't get up for half a day, and could only watch Qin Yiren being humiliated.

  It's humiliating to be slapped in the face, and being slapped in front of so many people is even more shameful!

  If this slap is real, even if Qin Yi Ren survives, he will live in shame forever and cannot escape.

  It is even possible that he was therefore unable to ascend to the throne of Qin.

  Even if Qin Yi Ren was capable and excellent, the people of Qin would not accept a king who had been slapped in public. This would be a shame to the state of Qin!

  "I absolutely cannot be humiliated!" Qin Yiren shouted loudly in his heart, thinking rapidly and racking his brains for a solution.

  "However, there is a way, but will it be useful?" Qin Yiren thought of a method, but looking at Lian Po's iron-green face, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive in his heart, wondering if this would necessarily work.

  "Whatever, let's try again." Qin Yiren gritted his teeth and burst out laughing, saying in a tone of extreme mockery: "How ridiculous! Xiangzi is known for being able to recognize and correct his mistakes, but he doesn't dare to listen to my words and face his own errors."

  Lian Po's palm suddenly stopped, less than an inch from Qin Yiren's face. The strong wind cut across his face, stinging like a knife, and Qin Yiren's back broke out in cold sweat as he secretly thought how narrowly he had escaped. If Lian Po had landed that slap, Qin Yiren would have lost everything, and all his plans for power and prestige would have come to nothing.

  "You're a tiger-wolf from Qin, you say. If you keep wagging your tongue, I'll tear you apart and send you to King Hui as a gift." General Lian Po pointed at the Qin envoy, bellowing loudly enough to shake the mountains.

  He is King Zhao of Qin, the current ruler of Qin. There are few people in the world who do not fear him, and Lian Po is one of them.