Chapter Twenty-Four: Consecutive Victories

  ument.write(

  Under the stage, the audience opened their mouths wide, but they were shocked to forget to make a sound, until another figure jumped onto the stage and shouted again.

  Lethal engine is still the same old routine, like a thousand horses galloping, like a flood rushing to the sky, like a long rainbow piercing through the day without any hesitation.

  Li Jingyuan uses a fierce tiger to climb the mountain, telling everyone on stage that in the face of absolute power, everything else is just a fleeting cloud. This is what they mean by "one force subdues ten wills".

  When two more people made human sandbags, the audience below did not remain silent again, but instead shouted out loud, shouting "Brave Warriors" and cheering them on to go on stage.

  "Warrior, warrior, warrior, warrior......" The audience's voice was one wave higher than the other, one tone higher than the other, and the rhythm was faster and faster, shouting until the judges below were red-faced and struggling between going up and not going up.

  If he goes up and loses, he will lose face in front of everyone. If he doesn't go up, it's cowardice, desertion, and he'll also lose face in front of everyone. Comparing the two, it's better to die a heroic death, leave a good name behind, and finally, a brave warrior with a thin face can't help but come out amidst the audience's cheers and applause.

  The same trick, used many times, will naturally reveal its flaws.

  Faced with the mighty horn of Lü Jing, this warrior was indeed a man who had been called upon by thousands and tens of thousands. With two brushes in hand, he did not disappoint the audience's cheers and encouragement. He turned being passive into being active, and at the moment of impact, he actively spun around to the side, displaying the spirit of retreating when the enemy advances. He made a move with his brush, taking several steps back, one step at a time, and surprisingly, he wanted to lead Lü Jing's impact force underground.

  "Good." The audience below saw this person standing still at the edge of the ring, and finally took down Lian Jian's move. They all cheered, and for a while, there was thunderous applause and deafening shouts.

  Lethal Jin stands on the stage with his hands clasped together and an expressionless face, as if he doesn't care about anything that's happening on or off the stage.

  In a short while, the situation on the stage changed dramatically. The brave warrior who had just countered Li Qian's move was about to raise his arm in response to the audience and make a gesture to gain momentum, but suddenly he turned pale like gold paper, as if struck by lightning, and his whole body became soft and weak. After a while, his voice was like a bellows, his chest was like a heartbeat, his eyes rolled back, and he coughed up blood continuously, spitting out three liters of blood before dying.

  "This, this is the ultimate mastery of Yi Gu and Yi Jin, a high-level expert with explosive internal power throughout his body. How could such a figure appear in the Hundred Tribes Fist Tournament?" Among the Han Chinese boxing masters below the stage, there were many who had sharp eyesight and immediately identified Lü Jing Cang's technique.

  "Dark and powerful, can penetrate iron and pass through cotton, entering the human meridians and lungs, emerging from where, stopping at where, injuring people like a needle prick. This fierce and sinister technique is like walking on the road, one touch and it hurts, one contact and it kills, should be like Wang Shifu, a national martial arts master with dark energy flowing through his whole body." An old boxer shook his head and said.

  "Deceive people without them realizing it, hurt people in a way that's imperceptible. I take back what I said earlier, the effect of using the mighty tiger to force its way up the mountain and unleash a hidden power is not just a matter of being extremely skilled, but has reached the pinnacle of perfection, transcending the ordinary. The threat it poses surpasses even the Silver Moon Warriors of the Shan Di tribe, the Golden Blade Guards of the Meng Ta tribe, the Female Martial Gods of the Mo Qi tribe, and the Great Strength Warriors of the Man Yi tribe. My chances of winning are less than 50%." The middle-aged man with the surname Wang who spoke was precisely the one who had judged that Lie Jian Cheng used the Tiger Form, the only Han Chinese martial artist to have obtained the title of Supreme Champion in the Hundred Tribes Fist Tournament.

  Lai Jing Cang was on a five-game winning streak, earning the title of First Place. He wanted to continue, but was informed that it was already noon and time to start a fire and cook lunch. Lai Jing Cang could go without eating, but the audience needed to eat. So Lai Jing Cang had no choice but to put down his racket and leave, saying he would challenge all the First Place winners in the afternoon.

  "Brother Li is quite impressive, I admire him, I really do." Luo Kai said with a hint of ancient Confucian scholar's tone.

  "What's going on?" Lai Jingcang first looked embarrassed for a moment, then his face changed and he gave Luo Kai a slap on the head.

  "Good job. Now go find somewhere to eat."

  Lu Kai smiled and knew that Lie Jing Cang couldn't stand the corrupt scholars, he must have been disgusted by himself, secretly made a V sign in his heart, satisfied with the evil humor, Lu Kai was in a great mood, waved his hand and led his subordinates to kill towards the largest and most luxurious Feng Lin Pavilion in Samma Town.

  The Fenglin Pavilion is divided into two parts: the front part is a drinking pavilion and the back part is a residential courtyard.

  At this time, the wind was blowing in the wine tower, and Lai Jingcang's reputation had already spread. Every person who saw Lai Jingcang looked at him with eyes that were like appreciating a treasure, or pointed at him to tell his companions who didn't know about Lai Jingcang's boundless divine power. Luo Kai's eyes saw the different expressions of everyone.

  Luoke and his group went up to the top floor, but there was no more space. Fortunately, Luoke's identity was prominent, and others heard that he was the young master of the Luo family, so they voluntarily gave up their seats and even paid the bill. Luoke didn't pretend to be polite, knowing that those who could come to the top floor of Fenglin Pavilion were all wealthy people, so he calmly accepted it.

  "Brother Lie, I have an unreasonable request, I don't know if you can agree to it." After having enough wine and food, Luo Kai's heart moved, he said to Lie Jingcang.

  "Lu Xiaodi said it doesn't matter."

  "If Brother Lei encounters the Silver Moon Warrior of the Mountain Tribe in a boxing match, please take him down and kill him. I'll owe you one then."

  The Hill Tribes have three Silver Moon Warriors. The Silver Moon Warriors hold a high position in the Hill Tribes, not only do they possess great martial power, but they are also the guardians of the Moon Goddess. With their transcendent martial power and devout faith, they become the spiritual pillars of the Hill Tribes people. What Luo Ke wants to do is to break the spiritual pillars of the Hill Tribes people, weakening them mentally, as a prelude to future actions.

  "You want me to kill the Silver Moon Warrior? No problem, it's just a small matter. I'll grant you this favor." Lian Qingcang's expression was calm and his tone was as simple as if he were talking about killing an ant. In fact, many martial arts masters had died at Lian Qingcang's hands, and the Silver Moon Warrior wasn't even worth mentioning in his eyes.

  "Do you know? The Hundred Tribes' Boxing Match usually takes place on the last two days of May, but today, someone has broken the rules and initiated a challenge match between the leaders."

  "It's not like that, the expert named Lie Jingcang defeated ten people in a row and directly took the title of first place, with an air of ease. I think if it wasn't for the lunch break, he wouldn't have stopped, and would have even continued to challenge other top players."

  "What? Someone actually initiated a challenge between us brothers! I was drinking flower wine with Brother at Yihong Building this morning, quickly tell me about the situation this morning."

  "What's the big deal about beating ten people? This year's Hundred Clans Fist Tournament has many strong contenders, with a total of seven leaders. From inland, we have Han ethnic boxing masters, mountainous Silver Moon warriors, Mongolian Golden Blade guards, and our own Miao ethnic female generals and female martial gods. Overseas, there are two powerful barbarian warriors. Which one is the dim-witted lamp? This Lei Jing Cang actually dares to challenge seven leaders in a row, truly not knowing the height of heaven or the thickness of earth."

  Luoke and his group arrived at the martial arts arena again, hearing all sorts of discussions about Lie Qingcang. Some said he was too arrogant, some said he didn't know his place, and others said he was a fallen star from the world of martial arts. The crowd had different opinions, each with their own perspective.