Chapter 22: The Ruffian, Dewey

  The crowd turned around to see a giant man, resembling a wild man with a fierce face, rushing out of the forest, dragging a three-meter-long iron chain in his hand. His eyes, filled with evil spirits, swept across the crowd and finally stopped at the tiger's corpse.

  Seeing a fierce tiger lying on the ground with its head smashed out of shape.

  This villain was quite perceptive, seeing that the tiger's body had no injuries other than its head, and immediately knew that the tiger had been killed by someone with bare hands. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and a wolf-like gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on Zhou Jian.

  "Are you the white-faced young boy who killed someone's livestock?"

  The villain glared at Zhou Jian and shouted loudly, his voice like a mighty bell and thunderclap, as if he had suddenly struck a crack of thunder.

  Feng Xi and the fifty Han men were already startled by the villain's loud shout, their hearts racing wildly, their legs trembling with fear, each of them inwardly shocked and suddenly realizing that this villain was not to be trifled with.

  Zhou Jian was shocked and pointed at the tiger's corpse, asking: "Is this one of your family's livestock?"

  The villain replied: "Yes"

  "Is there any evidence?"

  The ruffian angrily said: "I say it is so, what evidence do you need?"

  Zhou Jian couldn't help but sneer coldly, saying in a chilly tone: "Originally, Mountain Lord had no master. You scoundrel, how dare you say that this fierce tiger is your family's livestock? Are you trying to deceive us as if we were nobodies?"

  The villain spoke in a foul tone: "This animal was discovered by someone, it is the property of that person's family, you scoundrel, do not try to quibble."

  Zhou Jian calmly said: "What do you want?"

  The villain said: "This animal was driven here by a certain person and should naturally belong to that person."

  Zhou Jian sneered, "You have a big mouth, this tiger was killed by someone else, but you want to take credit for it? I've lived for 18 years and seen people who don't follow reason, but I've never met anyone as unreasonable as you."

  The ruffian swung the iron chain in his hand, making a clanging sound, and angrily said: "You're too deceitful! I'm trying to reason with you, but you don't listen. Do you want me to use force on you?"

  "Want to play rough? Go ahead and try."

  "Looking for trouble."

  The ruffian could no longer hold back, let out a loud roar, and pounced forward, swinging the iron chain to strike him heavily.

  "Be careful, young master!"

  Zhou Wu and his two attendants shouted loudly, apparently also seeing that this ugly man was not a good person.

  Zhou clenched his teeth and hummed a cold sound, his face turned stern, and he suddenly drew his sword and pounced forward.

  Right!

  In the midst of a deafening crash of steel on steel, the chain was knocked open and both men simultaneously jumped back three steps.

  The ruffian jumped back and stood firmly in place, as still as a mountain.

  Zhou Jian swayed slightly before regaining his balance, clearly at a disadvantage in terms of strength compared to the villain.

  "Your Highness."

  Zhou Wu and three others shouted in unison, shocked beyond measure.

  Zhou Jian is a god-like figure in their eyes, and his martial arts skills are actually inferior to this evil man, how can they not be shocked.

  Feng Xi and fifty Han men were struck by the deafening sound of Jin's drums, their ears ringing, their hearts shocked.

  "I'm fine."

  Zhou Jing nodded without turning his head, lightly shaking off the numbness in his shoulders that had been shaken by the force of the blow. In his heart, however, he felt a chill run down his spine - this ugly man was incredibly powerful! No wonder that big bug had been acting so erratically, it turned out that it was being chased and killed by this ugly man.

  However, I finally met an opponent who was evenly matched with me.

  Zhou Jian was not afraid, but instead felt a thrill, as if all the blood in his body had begun to boil.

  Having come to this world for eighteen years, I have long wanted to engage in a battle of wits with those famous heroes recorded in history books. Alas, in this era where communication and transportation are extremely underdeveloped, finding someone is like searching for a needle in the ocean.

  Never thought that today finally met a worthy opponent, how can he not be called to pay his respects.

  However, such a person would not be an unknown figure.

  "Who are you?" Zhou Jian asked in a deep voice, "Report your name."

  The villain, although slightly stronger, didn't gain much advantage from the blow and was secretly shocked, thinking that this young whelp, not yet twenty years old, actually had such strength, which was truly impressive.

  "The Master is also Laozi!"

  The ruffian let out a loud roar and swung his iron chain with all his might, then pounced on him again.

  "Who is it?"

  Zhou Jian was suddenly enlightened, no wonder his strength was still superior to himself, it turned out that this was the fierce man.

  Bang!

  The iron chain is lifted once again.

  Zhou Jian's face was stern and fierce, he suddenly pounced forward, swinging his sword straight at Dian Wei's left waist.

  "Great job!"

  Dian Wei let out a loud roar, his massive body moving at a speed that was completely opposite to his size as he dodged the swift and rapid slash. At the same time, the iron chain in his hand shot out like a boneless poisonous snake, aiming for Zhou Jian's neck once again.

  Zhou took two solid hits, his arms were already numb from the shock, he knew his strength was slightly inferior to his opponent's. Moreover, Hu San's Japanese sword, although advantageous in close combat, weighed much less than the iron chain, and a head-on collision would be somewhat disadvantageous.

  The iron chain in Dian Wei's hand was also made of fine steel, and even the precious sword could not cut it off.

  Zhou Jian's swift and fierce movement allowed him to dodge the iron chain's attack while simultaneously thrusting his knife straight into Dian Wei's waist.

  Just as he was about to pounce, the originally empty iron chain suddenly fell down in a strange and eerie manner, like soft noodles, flashing towards his waist, so fast that it almost didn't give people time to react.

  However, Zhou Jian was not a good person either.

  Suddenly leaping upwards, one leg kicked against the iron chain, borrowing momentum to lunge forward, swinging his knife in a slanting slash.

  "Good."

  Dian Wei couldn't help but shout in admiration, although he was an opponent, he was also convinced by his opponent's martial arts. However, his hands showed no mercy, and with a burst of strength, the other end of the iron chain quickly rolled over, blocking Dong Zhou's treasured sword.

  Two swords clashed, and in less than a moment, they had exchanged fifty moves without gaining the upper hand.

  Zhou Wu and Feng Xi were stunned, their eyes wide with amazement, and they all forgot to cheer.

  Especially the fifty village braves recruited by Feng Xi, opened their eyes and saw what real martial arts were. The bloodthirstiness and bravery they took pride in, were nothing compared to these two fierce men, not even worth mentioning.

  His strength is boundless, his power slightly surpasses half a trick, although his body is clumsy, his martial arts are very skilled.

  A chain of over three zhang in length was more agile than a whip in his hands, with great power and an unpredictable, unstoppable force that left others defenseless.

  Although Zhou Jian's strength was slightly inferior, his martial arts skills seemed to be even more exceptional.

  In terms of martial bravery, there may be many fierce generals in this era who can rival Zhou Jian; but if it comes to close combat, the soldier-king Zhou Jian is absolutely unmatched, even the invincible Lü Bu, if he dismounts and engages in close combat, may not necessarily be able to defeat him.

  What is the most powerful national art in the 21st century? It's free fighting.

  Zhou Jian's martial skills are the result of 2,000 years of continuous refinement and perfection of killing techniques. From a human body structure perspective, physical perspective, and scientific perspective, they have been systematically perfected to achieve maximum lethality with minimal effort.

  This is not to say that later generations' striking skills surpass those of this generation, but rather they are more scientific than the striking skills of this generation.

  Zhou Jian's knife was faster than the previous one, with a momentum like a thunderbolt, and its explosive speed was several times faster than that of a leopard. The knife light flashed like lightning, and every knife took a life. Although Dian Wei had slightly more power, he could hardly gain an advantage in a short time.

  "Good swordsmanship."

  Diǎn Wé jiǔ zhàn bù xià, bù yóu hū hè lián lián, dà jiào guò zhàng.

  Translation: Diǎn Wé fought for a long time without falling, and was not willing to give up, shouting loudly in a hoarse voice.

  It's rare to meet a worthy opponent; if I don't thoroughly defeat him, how can I enjoy myself?

  "You're not bad either."

  Zhou Jian also let out a loud shout and swung his sword even faster.

  Dian Wei launched a fierce attack, forcing Zhou Xiang to retreat. He leapt back several feet, quickly shedding his animal hide jacket, revealing his muscular chest covered in scars, and continued to charge forward, swinging his iron chain.

  Zhou Jian's clothes were drenched in sweat, but his fighting spirit was more high-spirited than ever. In fact, he wanted to find an opponent worthy of him, but couldn't!

  After dozens of rounds of fighting, both men were already starting to pant.

  Diǎn wéi xū fā jiē zhāng, hǒu shēng rú léi, tiě liàn wǔ de gèng jí.

  Translation:

  His hair and whiskers were all standing on end, his roar was like thunder, the iron chain danced even more swiftly.

  Zhou's sword flashed with electricity, one slash faster than the last, his striking speed showing no signs of slowing down.

  Dian Wei chased after Hu Ban for over ten miles, exhausting a great deal of energy in the process.

  Zhou Gang had just killed a fierce tiger with his bare hands, and he was also exhausted.

  After two hundred rounds, the strong and weak gradually separated.

  Zhou Jian was most skilled at close combat, consuming less energy than Di Wei. As the battle dragged on, he gradually gained the upper hand.

  Dian Wei struck with all his might, without holding back, and his energy consumption was enormous. At this time, he was already exhausted and panting heavily.

  Fighting again for fifty rounds, now there's only defensive counterattacks, no strength to fight back.

  Zhou Jian's sword was deadly, and Dian Wei could only desperately swing his iron chain to block it. His hair stood on end with rage, his eyes bulged like a cow's, and he let out a thunderous roar.

  Fought to three hundred rounds, both were sweating profusely, relying solely on their unyielding willpower to hold on.

  Dian Wei's situation was even more precarious, with long iron chains awkwardly strewn about, barely clinging to life.

  Zhou Jian chopped several times, chopping back Dian Wei, but did not take the opportunity to seize credit. Instead, he borrowed momentum to jump open several steps, propped up his knife and stood upright, fiercely panting a few mouthfuls of coarse air, and asked sternly: "How is my knife technique?"

  Wei Dian gasped a few times, staring with wide eyes: "Your knife skills are exquisite, I am no match."

  At this time, Zhou Jianli had a few more good impressions of this straightforward and outspoken man, laughed three times, and said: "You are also a real man."

  Dian Wei snorted and said: "I have no suitable weapon in hand, otherwise you wouldn't be able to take advantage of me today."

  Zhou Jian let out an "oh" and secretly felt a chill in his heart. Since Dian Wei could admit that his knife skills were not as good as Zhou's, he naturally wouldn't say anything more to save face. It seemed that this guy had indeed suffered a loss due to his weapon.

  If it's really like that, then defeating it oneself might not be so easy after all.

  Zhou's mind was racing, and he shouted: "Is that so? Will you dare to fight again tomorrow?"

  Dian Wei shouted loudly: "What are you afraid of? Wait until I find a suitable weapon, and then we'll have another fierce battle for 300 rounds."

  "How long will it take to find a suitable weapon?"

  Dian Wei fell silent for a moment before speaking: "Fine steeds are hard to find; how did this Cao know?"

  Zhou Jianxin was secretly delighted and said, "I have skilled craftsmen under my command. This precious sword is forged by the skilled craftsmen under my command. If you can't find a suitable weapon, follow me to the county and I'll order the craftsmen to forge one for you. Then come back and fight again, how about that?"

  "What is your name?"

  "Your humble servant is the magistrate of this county."

  "What?"

  Dian Wei let out a loud shout, "So you're an imperial lackey! I'm ashamed to be in your company. Farewell!"

  Having said that, he turned around and left without another word.

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