Chapter Seventy-One The Final Victor

  On the other side, the fight has also ended. Standing there is Xiao Bailian brought by Li Zimin, and lying down is the black fighter brought by Chen Guoliang.

  "Northern Wolf" Chen Guoliang was still calm and said to Wu Zhanying: "I lost, but I don't admit it. Can you let me have a fight with that kid? Only then can I die without regret."

  Wu Zhan Ying shook his head: "The opportunity for you is only once, I'm sorry to tell you, no."

  "May I choose the way I die?" Chen Guoliang asked again.

  Wu Zhan Ying said it's okay.

  Chen Guoliang took out a bottle from his pocket: "This is poison, I prepared it in advance. The winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit. I have nothing to say. Second master, I'm going to see Chen Fu soon, do you have anything else to say?"

  Wu Zhan Ying was taken aback and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

  Suddenly, Chen Guoliang threw the bottle at Wu Zhanying and turned to run. More than a dozen big men quickly surrounded him, Chen Guoliang was also skilled, kicking one of the big men with a flying kick, and then deceiving another man who pounced on him with a pair of fists, and was about to slip out from the crowd.

  A gunshot rang out, Chen Guoliang suddenly stopped, blood spurted from his head, he turned around to look at Wu Zhanying, and fell down unwillingly.

  Tianlong noticed that the shot was fired from the cliff beside the waterfall and should be a sniper rifle, but didn't see the shooter.

  Wu Zhan Ying looked at Chen Guoliang's corpse with disdain: "I thought you were still a man, but who knew you were also a coward. The 'Northern Wolf' is just an empty name." He turned around and said to Xiang Tianlong and the little white face: "Congratulations to both of you for passing the first test, bring wine, let's celebrate your heroism first."

  Someone brought wine and filled it up. Xiaobai's face took it over and wanted to drink it, but Xiang Tianlong smiled and said: "Let the wine be left for now, only the final winner is worthy of drinking it."

  Xiaobai's face turned red and he slowly put down his wine cup: "Are you in such a hurry to meet King Yan?"

  "I don't know who's going to see King Yan, I think it shouldn't be me." Tian Long retorted.

  Xiaobai walked to the wooden rack where the weapons were placed, glanced at them, and casually picked up a red-tasseled spear. The spearhead was extremely sharp, emitting a frightening cold glow: "Just now I saw your moves, you should be a Shaolin disciple. I also stayed in Shaolin Temple, skilled in using spears, Shaolin Spear."

  Ying Tianlong also chose a stick from the wooden frame and said: "I like to use sticks, spears pierce one line, sticks hit a big piece, Shaolin spears have eighteen names, twenty-one names, twenty-four names, thirty-one names, forty-eight names, flower spears, Yang family spears, Luo family spears, Luo Wang spears, six-harmony spears, big knife entering spear, single knife entering faith, double knives entering spear, slightly child stick entering spear, three-section stick entering faith, leopard flower spear and so on. Which category of spear technique do you use?"

  Xiaobai Lian continued to say: "Shaolin stick is divided into yuanhou stick, qizhong stick, zhen shan stick, panlong stick, liuhe stick, fengbo stick, pishan stick, langya stick, sanjie stick, shaizi stick, xiaomeihua stick, babao hunyuan stick, yecha stick, shangsha pai stick, zhongsha pai stick, xiasha pai stick, wuhu qunyang stick and so on. What kind of stick method do you use?"

  The two men faced each other, their initial hostility had not diminished. However, once they really started exchanging blows, neither of them gave in, because after all, it was a matter of life and death, and no one dared to be careless. It was truly a move with rhythm, a style with law, the structure was very compact, and after dozens of moves, Xiaobai jumped out of the arena and exclaimed: "Good skills! Without decades of practice, you can't defeat me with this gun in my hand. It seems I underestimated you!"

  Ying Tianlong sincerely replied, "Brother's 'Shaolin Five Horses Breaking Dawn Gun' is also incredibly skilled, it's said that this gun technique is the Yue family gun technique, with blocking, grasping and stabbing as its foundation. The main method of attack is 'thrust out like an arrow, retract like a thread.' Its usage lies entirely in 'gun thrusts in one line'. Your middle-level gun skills are not bad. 'Middle-level gun, king among guns, the middle point is the hardest to defend'!"

  "Your 'Shaolin Night Yak Stick' is also well-versed, embodying the stick method's main idea of 'three parts stick method and seven parts spear method' in Shaolin Stick Spectrum. It's a match for my 'Shaolin Five Horses Breaking Dawn Spear'!"

  The two of them started discussing marksmanship, one sentence at a time. Wu Zhan Ying didn't say anything, as it's natural for masters to have a sense of respect for each other when they're evenly matched, even if they're sworn enemies. But Li Zi Min grew impatient: "What are you talking about with him? You've got the authentic Shaolin Gun Technique, still unmatched in the world today. If you lose today, your 'Soul Chasing Gun' will be nothing but an empty name."

  "'Soul-chasing Gun', Tian Long's eyes lit up: 'You are Lin Ze Kong, the one known in Jianghu as 'One Shot to Chase the Soul', I've long admired your great name.'"

  Lin Zikong smiled wryly: "I'm not a big name, I also collect money to help people resolve grievances. Today, no matter what, if I win, I will give you the most solemn funeral. If I lose, I will die without regret, and it's worth dying at the hands of someone as powerful as you. Unfortunately, when two tigers fight, one must fall, and we can't exchange blows anymore. Come on, let's have a final showdown."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Tianlong rushed up, with a spear in his hand and a stick in the other. First, he made a right false step with a level spear, but Ying Tianlong used his stick to deflect it. Immediately after, Lin Zikong made a left false step to challenge the stick. Ying Tianlong did not show weakness either, using his stick to make a fierce chop. Lin Zikong stepped forward with his left foot towards the front of his right foot, bent his right knee, and made a false point on the ground with his left palm, forming a left false step. His right hand grasped the root of the spear, and both hands simultaneously moved from below to the right side, flipping their wrists upwards to form a "blocking" spear stance, blocking Ying Tianlong's fatal stick attack. The two men were evenly matched and fought intensely.

  Suddenly, the staff method of Tianlong changed, this routine is relaxed and generous, the frame is agile, and the body and staff are integrated. In the midst of dazzling eyes, sweeping, striking, hanging, and blocking are the main actions, with fast and slow movements alternating, strong in technique, it is a rare staff routine in itself.

  Lin Zikong was clearly not very familiar with this set of moves, and in his confusion, he was found by Ying Tianlong to have an opening, a stick poked out, and landed on his right chest. He couldn't stand firm and fell backwards. Ying Tianlong didn't follow up, he really didn't want to hurt such a strong opponent.

  Lin Zikong struggled to stand up and asked: "What kind of stick method is this?"

  "Shaolin crazy stick, how is it?"

  "Alright, Shaolin crazy staff, a long-range equipment in the Shaolin martial arts system. It's truly a unique style of staff technique. Lin Zikong admits defeat today and bids farewell."

  After finishing speaking, he turned the gun around and stabbed it into his own chest. By the time Tian Long wanted to stop him, it was already too late.

  Lin Zi Kong slowly fell to the ground, and before he died, his expression was not painful, and even a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  Ying Tianlong understood that dying in front of an opponent with superior martial arts skills was not shameful, but rather a fitting end. He slowly walked over, gently wiped his eyelids, and softly said: "Sorry, rest in peace."

  Li Zimin "thudded" and knelt down, saying to Wu Zhanying: "Second Master, spare my life."

  Wu Zhan Ying sneered: "You're a good-for-nothing, compared to Lin brother, you're not even as good as a dog. Come on, throw him into the water for me and send him to the Western Heaven."

  Two big men came over, picked up Li Zikong like a small chicken and carried him to the waterfall, throwing him into the water. Li Zikong struggled to get his head out of the water, but was hit by a stick and sank to the bottom of the river with his eyes rolled back. Before long, his body floated to the surface.

  Luó Guóyǒng's two legs went soft and he sat on the ground, his face turned from white to red. Anyway, the final winner belonged to Yīng Tiān Lóng, and his own life was also saved.

  The whole audience was silent, so everyone looked at Ying Tianlong with a look of admiration.

  Ying Tianlong slowly turned his head and looked at Wu Zhan Ying: "Second master, I hope you can keep your promise."

  Wu Zhan Ying replied naturally, Brother is a real hero, come on, this final victory wine can't be left undrunk, I'll toast you one cup.

  Ying Tianlong was laughing loudly towards the sky, raising his wine cup and drinking it all in one gulp.

  Wu Zhan Ying walked to the front of the table, pulled open a drawer, and took out a wooden box from inside. Luo Guo Yong's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up to take it, but was pushed away by Wu Zhan Ying. He handed the wooden box to Ying Tian Long: "Brother Ying, this is the password for the overseas bank account left behind by the former head of the household, as well as a notebook with a blacklist that details the amount of bribes received by high-ranking officials, their names, and contact methods. It's yours now."

  Ying Tianlong's hand was shaking slightly, after going through countless hardships and life-and-death tests, he finally got Chen Fu's huge assets and blacklist as wished, all his efforts were not in vain.

  At this moment, dozens of people suddenly rushed out of the forest. The leader burst into laughter: "Great! Chen Fu's huge inheritance should be ours now. It's really a case of 'treading on iron shoes without finding a place', and we got it all without any effort. Luo Guoyong, if you're sensible, just hand it over obediently. Otherwise, don't blame the 'Huqing Gang' for being ruthless."

  Luó Guó Yǒng was stunned and stood there motionless.

  Wu Zhan Ying had a dozen or so big men block the way of the incoming person, both sides with swords drawn and bows at the ready.

  Wu Zhan Ying let out a cold laugh: "Who did I say? It's you, the second master of 'Hua Qing Gang', You Ge. Are you comfortable speaking while standing up? Believe it or not, with just a slight movement of my finger, someone will immediately send you to the Western Heaven."

  The person who called out "Yu Ge" also let out a cold laugh: "Weren't you the one who arranged for snipers on the mountain ridge? Take a look, is he still around?"

  Wu Zhan Ying was shocked and lifted his head, where there were still shadows of snipers on the mountain.