Chapter 7: A Small Test of Skill

  Long Fei's teasing made Wang Qian's face turn red immediately, and she couldn't say another word. Her heart was racing like a deer, her cheeks were burning, and even her neck felt numb. She had an inexplicable feeling all over her body.

  "Sister, are you okay?" Wang Wei saw Wang Qiang's face red and ear red, panting heavily, unable to say a word for a long time, and asked with concern.

  Long Fei stood on the carriage shaft, one hand leaning on his crutch and the other holding onto the horse cart, with a smile on his face: "Everyone, you just want money, right? Please don't hurt anyone! Look at me, I've been beaten to this state, if you keep hitting me, I'll die!"

  "Hahaha......" The guy who spoke Chinese waved the curved knife in his hand and laughed wildly: "You'd better be smart! Hurry up and take out all your money, I guarantee in the name of Kunlun God that we won't touch you at all!"

  Long Fei climbed down from the carriage with great effort, his appearance comical and laughable, causing everyone to burst into another fit of laughter. Long Fei stood firmly on the ground, jumped up and down a couple of times, nodded repeatedly, scratched his short hair, and said with some difficulty: "Giving you money is no problem, but my dad told me that taking other people's things always has an excuse. You guys bullying me, a cripple, seems to lose your Kunlun God's face. I'm a gambler, I want to gamble on everything! How about it? Do you dare to gamble with this cripple?"

  Long Fei spoke, and the guy who understood Chinese translated to the leader. When Long Fei finished speaking, the guy also finished translating, and the big black man sitting on the horse said something to that person. The one who understood Chinese smiled: "Our leader said he likes you, so what do you want to bet?"

  Long Fei laughed and said, "You have many people, wanting to rob me of my money. I can't stop you all by myself. If you want to gamble, then find someone among you who is capable! Whoever among you can knock me down, the gold on my horse carriage will be theirs!"

  Wang Wei immediately wanted to rush out. Long Fei had broken one leg, anyone could knock him down, and although he didn't have a winning grasp, he considered Long Fei his big brother, so even if it meant risking his life, he had to protect him. Wang Qian pulled Wang Wei back, shaking her head slightly, indicating for him to wait and see. Hua Tuo smiled: "This young brother is unfathomable, since he can say this, naturally he has his reasons, you two don't need to rush, let's wait and see!"

  The translation hadn't finished yet, but it already caused a burst of laughter among the robbers. A guy with a long, pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks rode his horse forward and shouted something at Hei Da Ge in a loud voice. The people around him kept laughing. Hei Da Ge slightly nodded his head. The little guy got off his horse and looked at Long Fei a few times. Then he turned to face Long Fei and shouted, "This is the strongest one on our side! Sending him to fight you is giving you face! Our leader said that as long as you defeat him, we'll let you all go!"

  Long Fei hobbled along with his crutch, limping and somewhat unsteady on his feet. He nodded at the man as he approached. Having spent years serving in the north, he had come into contact with many Mongolians, and although their language differed from Mongolian, he could still make out some of it. From the look in their eyes, the sound of their laughter, and the snippets of conversation, Long Fei was able to pick up on a thing or two through a combination of intuition and guesswork.

  Long Fei nodded repeatedly: "Not bad! Since that's the case, I'll take a lesson. Mr., please spare me?"

  "Hahaha……" The man burst into a fit of mad laughter, drew out his curved knife, and flung his hat away. He hunched over and shuffled towards Long Fei with a stoop. Long Fei looked frightened, jumping back hastily. The guy sneered coldly, stabbed forward with his curved knife, and pounced on Long Fei. Just as the knife was about to pierce Long Fei's chest, he jumped twice, tripped over his own feet, and fell flat on his back. The man's curved knife grazed past the tip of Long Fei's nose. The crowd erupted into another fit of laughter. Someone laughed while saying strange things. A fierce glint appeared on that young man's face.

  One move didn't work, and he turned back to strike Dragonfly, who was lying on the ground, with several consecutive slashes. Dragonfly rolled over eighteen times in place, dodging the man's knife. The crowd burst into laughter, and the man grew angrier - a proud Xianbei warrior couldn't even beat a cripple! He let out a loud roar, pounced forward, raised his curved blade high, and slashed down at Dragonfly's waist.

  Wang Wei saw it, shook off Wang Qian's hand and crawled out of the car. Just as he exposed his head, the Xianbei man's knife had already chopped down. Long Fei lay on the ground, a pool of blood slowly spreading on the ground, dyeing the green grass red. The blood dripped slowly along the leaves of the green grass to the ground, and instantly seeped into the mud.

  "Big brother!" Wang Wei shouted loudly, holding a short sword and rushing out of the horse carriage, quickly running to Long Fei's side.

  Long Fei shook his crutch. The Xianbei man stared with wide eyes, disbelieving the wooden stick that Long Fei used as a crutch was stuck in his chest. With a hint of resentment, he muttered something and fell to the ground. Everyone fell silent, and no one dared to believe that their own man had been killed by a cripple. Looking at the corpse on the ground, they drew out their curved knives and shouted strangely, ready to charge forward.

  Hei Da shouted loudly, and the Xianbei people quickly quieted down. The translator's eyes looked at Long Fei and the corpse beside him, then at Hei Da, not knowing what to say. Wang Wei hurriedly helped Long Fei up. Long Fei smiled wryly: "Luckily, luckily! How did it end up like this? This... I didn't do it on purpose!"

  The translator looked at Hei Da Ge. Hei Da Ge's two eyes stared tightly at Long Fei, and he turned his head to say a few words to the translator. The translator nodded hastily and shouted at Long Fei: "Hey! Our leader said that since you won, he can let you go, but he wants to try something with you, I don't know if you have the guts!"

  "No way, no way!" Long Fei waved his hands repeatedly and looked at his own body: "I'm a cripple, who can I beat? One look at your leader and he's obviously a master of martial arts. I don't dare to fight him head-on!"

  "Hmph! I knew you wouldn't dare!" The translator snorted, turning his head to translate hastily for Hei Da Ge. Hei Da Ge smiled slightly and said a few more words. The translator looked at his leader in confusion, and when Hei Da Ge glared at him, he quickly nodded and shouted at Long Fei: "You listen up! Our leader says that this match has nothing to do with your Golden Child, so don't worry, our leader won't take your life!"

  Hei Da Ge dismounted and walked towards Long Fei with his arms around his waist. Wang Wei stepped forward, blocking Long Fei's path: "I'll fight you instead! My brother is injured, I'll take his place!"

  "Get out of the way, you little runt! Our leader is going to have a contest with that cripple!" The translator shouted at Wang Wei.

  Long Fei reached out with one hand to grasp Wang Wei's shoulder, gently pulling him back, and gave him a slight smile. In his own time, only brothers or comrades who had been through life and death together would stand in front of him at such moments. The young man before him warmed Long Fei's heart: "Don't worry, I'm fine! Didn't I just kill that guy? This is just a small matter."

  "Alright!" Wang Wei was about to say something else. Long Fei's large hand gently pressed on Wang Wei's shoulder. Wang Wei involuntarily took a half step back. Long Fei still had a smiling face: "Hehe, I made a mistake earlier, Leader doesn't blame me, I'm grateful to Dragon Flying, since the leader thinks highly of me, I can only force myself to do it, just please spare my life, thank you, thank you!"

  Hei Da Ge didn't respond, and the two just stared at each other. Long Fei could sense from Hei Da Ge's aura that this person was completely different from the guy earlier, as still as a mountain, but once he made a move, it would be a storm. Long Fei's face slowly changed from a smile to calmness. Only with a calm heart and peaceful breath can one bring out their true strength. The instructor who taught San Da had said that when facing a powerful enemy, you must not be intimidated by the opponent's aura, don't be led astray by the opponent's aura, just bring out your own unique style, don't worry about the opponent, as long as you do your best, it's enough.

  Long Fei stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his injured leg in front of him, one hand tightly gripping a crutch and the other clenched into a fist. His eyes narrowed to slits as he gazed quietly at the towering figure before him. The giant was nearly two meters tall, with powerful muscles rippling beneath his skin, standing like an iron tower. His rough appearance perfectly reflected his strength. His breathing was long and even, without any weakness or opening anywhere on his body.

  Hei Da Ge was also sizing up Long Fei. Although he looked weak and frail, he exuded a natural air of control from the bottom of his heart. Now, no matter which direction he attacked from, the cripple in front of him had a countermeasure. Just like earlier, it seemed that Long Fei was killed by his own people and rolled around on the ground, but several times when he was in danger, he cleverly dodged them. Others thought it was just Long Fei's good luck, but in fact, the person in front of him had extremely high martial arts skills.

  The two men stood still for a good while, then suddenly Hei Da Ge rushed over and pulled out the curved knife from its scabbard. With one swift slash, he charged straight at Long Fei's waist. Long Fei saw it clearly and hastily retreated half a step, the curved knife flashing past his waist, the powerful blade energy tearing a long slit in the front of his clothes.

  The dragon flew steadily, but Hei Da Ge's wrist flipped over, and the curved knife slashed upwards towards Long Fei's shoulder. Long Fei retreated another half step, and the curved knife swept past his nose tip. The Xianbei people saw their leader's knife skills were sharp, causing Long Fei to retreat repeatedly, each one raising their curved knives and making strange cries. Hei Da Ge's second move didn't hit its mark, a hint of killing intent appeared in his eyes, he let out a loud shout, the blade edge rushing straight towards Long Fei's head.

  "Brother, be careful!" Wang Wei hastily shouted.

  Long Fei watched as Hei Da Ge's war knife fell from above his head, but instead of retreating, he took a step forward. His crutch stabbed out in a swift motion. Everyone was watching this strange move, thinking that Long Fei was seeking death. A rare smile appeared on Hei Da Ge's face, and the force in his hand increased by several degrees.

  Time froze at this moment. The black giant's war knife was only an inch away from Long Fei's head, the blade had already touched Long Fei's short hair. But it stopped. It stopped in everyone's anticipation.