Chapter 39: Assisting in the Martial Arts Competition (Part 2)

  The two people in the center of the arena were like a movie screen that had been suddenly frozen. They both maintained their previous postures, motionless. The white-faced man's legs were one in front of the other, as if he was about to take off running. His upper body was slightly leaning forward, with his left and right hands overlapping each other, reaching out in front of him, while his right hand still seemed to be grasping for Wang Xiaolong's shoulder.

  Wang Xiaolong then assumed a posture of looking up, with one leg and both hands on the ground. His body was arched in shape, his right foot slightly bent upwards, the tip of his foot only an inch away from the throat of the white-faced man.

  The white-faced man saw the toe kicking towards his neck, and beads of sweat instantly flowed down from his face. While blaming himself for being careless, he also admired Wang Xiaolong very much.

  Just a few seconds ago, the crowd was still in an uproar, thinking there would be casualties. The onlookers watched in silence as the two people stood in the middle of the arena. After another few seconds passed, they realized that neither person had suffered any injuries, and they had truly achieved their goal of stopping at the critical point. Only then did the crowd come to its senses, and once again erupted into cheers and applause.

  Gunpowder and Liu Tao let out a sigh of relief. After all, on someone else's turf, and they had just helped the guerrilla team, if they really accidentally injured their opponent, it would be inevitable to feel some guilt.

  The white-faced man then put away his stance. Wang Xiaolong flipped over and stood up, too. He bowed his fist to the white-faced man and said, "I concede, I concede."

  The white-faced man wiped the sweat from his face, clasped his fists in a salute to Wang Xiaolong, and said straightforwardly: "Little brother is really formidable, I admit defeat graciously."

  Before Wang Xiaolong and the white-faced man could exchange pleasantries, Huo Yao hurried over to grab Wang Xiaolong's hand, holding it high above his head, and announced: "The winner of the second match is... Wang Xiaolong from the Youji Squadron!"

  Wang Xiaolong helped the guerrilla team win a game. The guerrilla fighters were all very excited, constantly cheering for Wang Xiaolong. The bandits on Leopard Mountain also admired the hero and applauded for Wang Xiaolong.

  Hua and the monk didn't feel bad about losing a game, he picked up his wine bowl and laughed loudly at Liu Tao: "The guerrilla team is indeed a hidden dragon, every one of them is a hero. Come on, Captain Liu, I, Hua, will toast you with a bowl of wine."

  Huahe Shang and Liu Tao both drank a full bowl of wine in one gulp, then laughed loudly and continued to watch the game.

  "Now the score is one all. The next match will be the last match of today, and it's also a crucial match to decide the winner."

  The bandit leader shouted: "The rules of the shooting competition are that whoever shoots quickly, accurately and hits many targets will win."

  Gunpowder for this game, that is quite confident. In order to further enhance the atmosphere of the crowd, he shouted loudly: "The winner of this game will be decided by all the people present."

  "Good...!" Another burst of applause, and Huo Yao's words indeed ignited everyone's passion.

  At this time, about 150 meters outside the wine table, someone lit several torches, illuminating the area brightly. On top of a few standing long wooden poles, a bamboo pole was already placed horizontally, with over ten wine jars hanging from it. The host bandit shouted: "Please invite our leopard mountain's godly marksman to come on stage."

  Among the cheers of the bandits on Leopard Mountain, a bandit slowly took the stage. In the center of the arena, he casually saluted everyone with a fist and spat out the toothpick in his mouth. He quickly pulled out two revolvers from his waist and fired with both hands. A few seconds later, he neatly shattered all the wine jars hanging on the bamboo pole.

  The bandits on Leopard Mountain applauded warmly again. The gunman just now returned to his seat with great satisfaction, loudly clinking glasses and drinking with his tablemates, without showing any sign of taking the previous match seriously at all.

  Although this man's marksmanship was good and had been recognized by everyone, the gunpowder still couldn't help but reveal a smile. In his heart, victory was already in his pocket.

  The firecrackers had been going off for half a day without any announcement, so the bandit master of ceremonies had to shout again: "Now please welcome the contestants from the guerrilla team."

  Gunpowder still stood in the middle of the arena, and no one from the guerrilla team came forward. The bandits on Leopard Mountain thought it was his turn to compete, but Gunpowder pointed at the wine jar rack and shouted: "Swallow, Color Cloud, you go over there."

  Swallow and Zuo Caiyun ran quickly towards the stage. The bandits of Leopard Mountain were attracted by Zuo Caiyun's beauty, constantly shouting and screaming to attract her attention. Swallow and Zuo Caiyun ran under the stage, then turned around, facing the competition venue in the center of the wine table.

  A bandit suddenly shouted: "What's going on, you two guerrilla brothers? If you're afraid of not hitting the wine jar, go under the shelf and start looting!"

  The bandits at Leopard Mountain burst out laughing, and another bandit shouted: "If you can't knock down the wine jar in the middle of the arena, then just admit defeat! Anyway, we have plenty of people here who can't do it either, so there's no need to be embarrassed."

  "The bandits burst into another fit of laughter."

  The swallow and Zuo Caiyun were still, standing under the shelf with the wine jars. At this time, Huo Yao was around the wine table, collecting ten empty bowls. On the small table in the center of the competition venue, they were arranged in two rows. Huo Yao suddenly crouched down into a horse stance, "Heh heh" and threw out several punches. When everyone's attention was attracted by his strange movements and quieted down afterwards. Huo Yao stood up, only to see him pick up a wine bowl with his left hand, throwing it towards the sky while loudly shouting: "Yanzi." Then he picked up another wine bowl with his right hand, still throwing it towards the sky while loudly shouting: "Caiyun."

  Ten empty bowls were quickly tossed into the air by Huo Yao. Amidst Huo Yao's cries of "Swallow, Colorful Cloud!", Xun and Zuo Caiyun, standing under the wine rack, swiftly raised their guns. After several consecutive shots, all the bowls in the air were shattered by the bullets. The fragments of the bowls clattered to the ground, scattering onto the competition area in the middle of the wine table. Fortunately, Huo Yao was prepared and had held up a small table beside him over his head after tossing the empty bowls into the air. Otherwise, he would have been hit by the falling bowl fragments.

  Everyone was stunned by the accurate shooting. Even the gunman from Leopard Mountain who had just appeared on the scene couldn't help but feel inferior. Everyone involuntarily held their breath, afraid to break the magic of this moment.

  Until Hua and Shang loudly applauded, everyone was like waking up from a dream, cheering.

  No one is talking about who wins and who loses anymore, because everyone has already gotten used to the outcome in their hearts.

  Swallows and Zuo Caiyun returned to their own wine table amidst the cheers of the crowd. At this time, the bandits from Leopard Mountain no longer dared to make those teasing catcalls at Zuo Caiyun. After all, her strength was right in front of them.

  Hua and Shang held up their wine bowls, stood up. Perhaps it was the feeling of heroes cherishing heroes, he loudly and excitedly called out to everyone: "Come on, let's all raise a bowl of wine to toast the guerrilla team. Tonight we'll drink till we're drunk... Haha..."

  Everyone drained their cups in one gulp. The banquet continued in a lively atmosphere.

  The gunpowder was even more excited at this time, and the game had already achieved his expected effect. He seemed to have seen another anti-Japanese team emerge.