Chapter Thirty-Eight: Assisting in the Martial Competition

  At the command of Hua and Shang, the bandits on Leopard Mountain quickly moved the wine table in the empty space to one side. Clearing out a ten-meter-square arena for competition. The bandits kept shouting, eagerly awaiting the start of the show.

  Since Liu Tao had already said that Huoyao and others would participate in the competition, Huoyao ran to Huahe Shang's side without hesitation. After asking about the rules of the competition, he returned to the special warfare team and arranged the personnel participating in the competition. He also volunteered to walk into the middle of the competition venue with a bandit leader. Huoyao wanted to satisfy his craving for being a host.

  After someone brought a small table to the middle of the arena, Huo Yao waved his hand for everyone to quiet down, then shouted in a passionate voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, dear guests, brothers and sisters, the highly anticipated match is about to begin. Today's first match is..."

  A long, drawn-out drumbeat whetted the crowd's appetite. Then he shouted again: "Let's compare strength and arm-wrestle! First, please welcome the brave warrior from the vanguard team, known for his incredible power, Big Bull!"

  Although many people on the scene did not know what Mr., Mrs. and ladies and gentlemen were, everyone was infected by the passionate tone of the fireworks. For a time, cheers erupted again.

  The Big Bull heard the firework shout his name, so he excitedly rushed onto the stage. After saluting the crowd with a fist in the middle of the arena, he intentionally threw a triumphant glance at Second Bull.

  At this time, the leader of the bandits who was hosting with Huo Yao also shouted loudly in Huo Yao's tone: "Please welcome our mighty warrior from Leopard Mountain, Hei Xiong!"

  As soon as the bandit's voice fell, a man walked out of the crowd. The big bull who was just excited beyond measure was like being splashed with a basin of cold water, and his good mood instantly plummeted to the bottom. And the second bull, who was just extremely depressed, suddenly came to life. The second bull gloated at the big bull and shouted: "Brother, come on! You must win him, you can't let the guerrilla team lose face!"

  Only then did the notorious bandit, Hei Xiong, come into view. He looked just like Matt Henry, the strongest man in the WWE. His body was almost as wide as it was tall, and he was incredibly obese. His arms were as thick as other people's thighs, and his palms were as big as a fan. He weighed at least 300-400 pounds. Every step he took made the ground tremble beneath his feet. No wonder Da Niu immediately lost all confidence.

  It's too late for regret now, the gunpowder has been ignited by the big bull to boost its energy. The big bull walks up to the table, slightly bends down with the black bear, steps on the eight-character step, and holds the edge of the table with its left hand. The two right hands are tightly clasped together, waiting for the starting command.

  The bandits shouted out the name of Hei Xiong in unison, all with expressions of victory. They had the strength to believe that they would soon see Hei Xiong instantly kill Da Niu.

  The guerrilla fighters are also cheering for the big cow, but they obviously lack confidence.

  When the two participants were ready, the host bandit shouted loudly: "The rule of the game is to press the opponent's hand back onto the table for victory." He paused slightly and then shouted again: "Now start."

  The two men, Taihu and Heixiong, suddenly increased their strength. After about a minute of stalemate, Taihu's arm was gradually pressed down by Heixiong. "Ah!" Taihu let out a loud cry, using all his strength again, and once more pushed Heixiong's arm to a standstill.

  The bandits on Leopard Mountain couldn't believe their eyes. There was no second person among them who could hold out for so long under the Black Bear's hand and still have the strength to turn the tide of battle in his favor. The bandits couldn't help but admire Big Bull.

  The guerrilla fighters seemed to see the dawn of victory again, and they all cheered for the great cow.

  With a "thud", the back of Big Cow's hand was finally pressed down onto the table by Hei Xiong. The host, the bandit chief, immediately shouted: "The first match, Leopard Mountain wins!"

  The bandits all cheered and jumped for joy, while the guerrilla fighters were all dejected. Huo Yan was just about to comfort Da Niu when Hua He Shang burst out laughing: "This brother is really a force to be reckoned with! I, Hua, truly admire him. I'm afraid that in my Leopard Mountain, apart from Black Bear, there's no one else who can match this brother."

  After hearing what Hua He Shang said, Da Niu felt much better in his heart. However, he had lost after all, so he bowed to the crowd and returned to his seat with a dejected expression.

  It's indeed true that there are people outside of people, and skies beyond the sky. This is what Huo Yao is thinking in his heart right now. It seems that winning the match at Leopard Mountain isn't going to be an easy task after all. Huo Yao thought to himself, "As long as we can manage a draw in the second round, it'll be difficult for Leopard Mountain to beat our team."

  The firework waved his arm again, letting everyone quiet down before shouting loudly: "Today's second match is Chinese Kung Fu. Please welcome the contestants from both sides to enter the arena."

  The bandit leader shouted: "The rules of the game are that no weapons can be used. It's over when someone is knocked down."

  Wang Xiaolong slapped the table with one hand and jumped up. His toes borrowed force from the tabletop, doing a 360-degree flip in mid-air before landing lightly at the center of the competition area. Wang Xiaolong's beautiful entrance immediately won a burst of applause.

  This time, the leopard's appearance was a white-faced man in his thirties or forties. He and Wang Xiaolong were both slender and small in stature. Without waiting for the host to say start, he bowed his fist to the white-faced man and suddenly rushed forward two steps, then jumped up with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down, swinging his fist straight at the top of the white-faced man's head.

  The white-faced man raised both hands above his head, blocking Wang Xiaolong's punch. Who knew that Wang Xiaolong was just making a feint? As the white-faced man raised his hands to block, Wang Xiaolong slightly bent his knees and launched a flurry of kicks at the white-faced man's chest...

  The two people competing in the arena, you come and go, fists and feet flying, fighting with great joy. The crowd watching from the outside was attracted by the dazzling moves, each one staring blankly, forgetting to cheer.

  The white-faced man was getting more and more frightened as he fought, who would have thought that a young man in his early twenties could have such high martial arts skills.

  Wang Xiaolong had been attacking for a long time without success and seemed to be getting impatient. His fists and feet were all big and powerful, with a desperate look on his face.

  The white-faced man finally showed a pleased expression. He thought Wang Xiaolong had committed all the mistakes of young people, being impatient. He aimed at an empty slot, stretched out his hand to grab Wang Xiaolong's shoulder, wanting to subdue him with a capture technique.

  Wang Xiaolong also had a smile on his face. Just now, he was just intentionally showing some impatience, just to trick the white-faced foreigner. Now that the white-faced foreigner reached out to grab his shoulder, Wang Xiaolong suddenly leaned back, and with an unbelievable angle, kicked his right foot from the one-foot distance between them towards the white-faced foreigner's neck.

  The crowd watching let out a collective cry of surprise. Everyone knew that if the white-faced man was kicked by Wang Xiaolong, he would either die or be seriously injured. Because the two men's moves were too fast, Huo Yao and Liu Tao wanted to stop them, but it was already too late.

  Because bro didn't save a chapter, he can't even rest on Sundays. Now it's already 12 o'clock, and bro hasn't even eaten breakfast yet. Brothers must hold on!