Chapter 48: Pushing Flesh Mountain

  As soon as Liu spoke, the onlookers burst into an uproar. Yang Fan was only seventeen years old, with a slender build and handsome features, looking just like a big girl. He was handsome, but not at all majestic or powerful. On the other hand, the big fellow's thighs were thicker than Yang Fan's waist. If they were to engage in combat, would it be a fair fight? It would simply be a one-sided thrashing!

  "Shameless! Too shameless! How dare you compete with that young man."

  Before Chu Tian Ge could say anything, the maids behind Li Shi couldn't help but exclaim: "Just look at this little young master, he's so handsome it makes one want to swallow him whole. If he were to be ravished by that muscular brute, wouldn't he be utterly miserable?"

  Many women shouted in unison: "Wang Rufeng, how shameless! The young master is still so young, and you have the nerve to challenge him!"

  "Those with the surname Wang, you can't do it, just admit defeat, don't be so shameless!"

  This Wang, like the second, people who are familiar with him usually call him Wang Er. At this moment, several maidservants from the madam's house suddenly turned against Yang Fan and directly addressed him by name without any courtesy. The brothers on Chu Tian Ge's side were about to speak out in protest, but when they saw that their own people had turned against them, they didn't say a word.

  Wang Rufeng gritted his teeth, his face twisted in a scowl, and he stared at Yang Fan with a cold sneer.

  Yang Fan touched the back of his head and said shyly: "Since this uncle wants to compare, then... I'll give it a try!"

  Chu Kuang Ge rushed to his side and worriedly asked: "This person is tall and strong, can you handle him?"

  Yang Fan took a look at the meaty mountain-like Wang Rufeng opposite him, who had a face full of flesh and was staring at him with a cold smile. Yang Fan tightened his belt, pulled out his clothes, and said to Chu Kuangge in a rather unconfident tone: "I think... it should be fine, this uncle looks familiar, I don't think he'll make things too difficult for me."

  Yang Fan had never pretended to be so honest and simple in front of Chu Kuang Ge before, so naturally Chu Kuang Ge didn't believe him. Yang Fan was a naive country bumpkin who hadn't seen the world, but as soon as he saw this silly appearance, he knew he must have something to rely on, so he put his heart at ease and said: "Good! You be careful yourself, go ahead!"

  Yang Fan hastily said: "Wait, Big Brother Chu, I still have one more thing, and I'd like to ask for your advice."

  "Go on!" said Chu Kuang Song.

  Yang Fan hesitated for a moment and asked awkwardly, "Excuse me, what can be done in sumo wrestling, what cannot be done, how do you lose, and how do you win?"

  "The Chu madman's song: 'The king of Qin is a tyrant, he has no regard for his people...'"

  Wang Rufeng: "......"

  The audience: "......"

  "Cough! This sumo, almost any part of the body can be used, neck, shoulder, hand, arm, chest, abdomen, waist, knee, leg, foot are all available..."

  Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chu Kuangge launched a surprise training session on Yang Fan: "You can use push, throw, grab, pull, flash, press, and lower your legs to control your opponent. When fighting, you cannot grab below the waist, it is not allowed to pinch the other person's hair or ears, and you cannot twist, hit, kick or trample the other person.

  Also, when fighting, you absolutely cannot leave the range of the match. Except for your feet, if any part of your body touches the ground, it's considered a loss. If both people fall down at the same time, the first one to hit the ground loses. If you can push, carry or throw your opponent out of the mat, that's considered a complete victory.

  "Think about it, you haven't learned sumo wrestling, and you're at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength, but your movements are agile, so try to dodge as much as possible, drag it out for a while, if you really can't beat him, just admit defeat immediately, don't let him throw you out of the arena, that would be humiliating."

  Chu Kuangge was singing loudly as he pulled Yang Fan to the scene, instructing him on how to tackle, even Wang Rufeng was left speechless.

  A young maid in a green dress indignantly said: "Wang Rufeng, you don't even understand sumo wrestling, how dare you compete with others?"

  Wang Rufeng's face turned red with embarrassment, and the wrestler who had just lost a match chimed in, "Don't be ridiculous! How many men of great Tang don't understand sumo wrestling? This guy is so fake, he's clearly afraid and trying to act tough on purpose. If anyone's shameful, it's him."

  At this time, Yang Fan had already understood the rules of sumo wrestling. He slowly walked onto the mat, and the shouting and scolding voices around him immediately fell silent. Yang Fan didn't take off his shirt, but instead cupped his hands together in a salute to Wang Rufeng and said loudly: "Wang Zhuangshi, I'm Yang Fan, please instruct me."

  "Wang Rufeng let out a loud roar: 'Alright! Come on!'"

  Wang Rufeng's arms shot out like a giant bear, pouncing on Yang Fan. The onlookers' hearts were in their throats as they watched, and in their minds, the outcome was already decided. They weren't worried that Yang Fan would lose, but rather that Wang Rufeng's single charge would be enough to crush the handsome young man into a meat pie.

  Tian Ai Nu took advantage of the fact that everyone was focused on the movement in the field and walked out of the tent, gently patting the leopard's head and ordering it to return to the tent. She then slowly walked towards this side.

  "Good heavens! What a handsome young fellow! What is he trying to show off? My son Wang Er could throw him out with one hand, don't be embarrassed and fall flat on your face, what a pity for such a good-looking boy."

  A woman beside him covered her sleeve and smiled: "Looks tender, like a young chicken, if you fancy him, hurry up and ask Wang Er to spare his life."

  "Ah, what's so good about young chicken? It may look nice but it's not very useful. Only when you stew an old rooster into a soup is it nourishing to drink and delicious to eat."

  "Hehe, this is where you don't understand, young chicken is a great tonic!"

  "Alright, it's just a mess, that's what's really sad."

  Mrs. Yao said, a pair of watery and charming eyes glanced at Chu Kuangge, who was staring tightly at Yang Fan, ready to help at any time.

  "I'm not afraid of the Prefect of Beijing when I'm alive, and I'm not afraid of King Yama when I'm dead!"

  Look, even tattoos are so fierce, if you're hugged by a pair of sturdy arms like this...

  Mrs. Yao unconsciously tightened her legs, and a flush had already risen to her face.

  Liu Junwen stood outside, but his ears were listening to the movements inside the curtain. When he heard this, he couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Shameless woman! Not to mention that you're like a wolf and a tiger, getting more and more difficult to satisfy, and yet you blame me for not serving you well? Hmph, at your age, which man can tolerate you?"

  Liu Junbin was gritting his teeth and cursing when he suddenly heard a pleasant female voice behind him say, "Ah! Isn't this Young Master Liu?"

  Liu Junwan turned her head to look, and in front of her was a person wearing a brocade hat with a jade pendant, a narrow-sleeved robe with a high collar, and a pair of deerskin boots. Her skin was as smooth as jade, her face was like a lotus flower, and her eyebrows were like willows. She was truly elegant and beautiful, beyond compare. Liu Junwan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise and delight: "Xiahou Niangniang! What are you doing here?"

  At this time, on the carpet, Wang Rufeng let out a loud roar and pounced at Yang Fan again. His arms closed in, and his body's muscles bulged up like hills. Judging from his appearance, if he were to be embraced by these two arms, Yang Fan would suffocate to death.

  Yang Fan didn't learn from Chu Tian Ge and instead chose to collide with him head-on, despite the huge weight difference between them. While martial arts can make a person stronger or more agile, it cannot ignore the inherent physical differences in strength and endurance. Since Yang Fan already had his martial skills, he didn't need to use such a stupid method that would harm both himself and others.

  However, he couldn't use too brilliant martial arts in front of everyone, so he just kicked his legs and narrowly avoided being caught by Wang Rufeng's thick arms that were about to close. This was already the third time he had dodged and refused to fight, and the strongman watching from the side cheered loudly for Wang Erzhuang.

  In Wang Rufeng's view, compared to Chu Kuangge, the current Yang Fan doesn't need him to show any skills at all. He just needs to pick this guy up and throw him out of the competition area. However, three consecutive attacks - a push, a collision, and an embrace - were all dodged by Yang Fan with his agile movements, causing Wang Rufeng's heart to become greatly anxious.

  Just as he was about to deliver the third blow, Yang Fan had already been forced to the edge of the mat by him. Wang Rufeng secretly rejoiced in his heart and suddenly pounced forward. Taking advantage of Yang Fan's momentary retreat, his body flashed swiftly and firmly locked him in place. At this time, Yang Fan was already being forced into a corner of the mat. Wang Rufeng let out a cold laugh and reached out to grab him.

  Following Wang Rufeng's intention, he wanted to grab Yang Fan's waistband and throw him out. Yang Fan only wanted to try his sumo technique, but at this time, he found that apart from being big and powerful, he had no skills or speed worth learning, nor did he have the patience to continue grinding down, and surprisingly, he also took action.

  At this time, Yang Fan still did not expose his true martial arts skills. He turned around and his body was as slippery as oil. Wang Rufeng's palm edge touched his collar and slid past. Yang Fan's body was already standing on the side, and Wang Rufeng reached out to grab him at the predicted position. The ribcage was wide open, and Yang Fan's two palms came out together, just lightly pushing, borrowing Wang Rufeng's forceful forward momentum, Wang Rufeng's huge body flew out with a loud crash.

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