Indestructible Primordial Spirit

  "Not giving up yet? Haven't you thanked Jiang Long for taking care of things?" Wang Yingfu's face was hanging with a strange smile.

  Then, under Wang Jianglong's weird expression, Lu Buqi really thanked him with a serious face, which made Wang Jianglong look embarrassed: "The game hasn't started yet, what are you thanking me for?"

  Wang Yingfu's eyes shone brightly as he grinned and said something that almost made Wang Jianglong fall over the threshold: "Well, I guess you win this time, thanks!"

  From Wang Yingfu and Lu Buqi's performance, Wang Jianglong has increasingly felt that he has fallen into a long-planned trap. But the words spoken are undoubtedly water splashed out... Using "spilled water is hard to recover" might be able to perfectly describe Wang Jianglong's feeling at this moment.

  So Wang Jianglong could only say viciously in Wang Zhimin's ear when he walked out of the hall: "If you lose, I'll throw you into the Fifth Regiment!"

  The Grand Steward's estate occupies a quarter of the area in Guazhen Town, and in this world where martial arts are prevalent, there is no shortage of facilities like performance stages. Not only is it not lacking, but it also appears to be very professional and majestic.

  Standing opposite Lu Buqi, Wang Zhiming's eyes were filled with obsession. Although it was not bad to enter the middle five camps as a private soldier, there was no chance to participate in the Wu Ding election, and therefore no opportunity to enter the core circle of the royal family, making it difficult for him to stand out in his lifetime.

  Lu Buqi, on the other hand, had always been humble and reserved, with a submissive air about him. He didn't have any overbearing presence, but this very attitude gave Wang Zhiming an immense sense of pressure.

  "Let's go over the simple rules: no weapons allowed, no headshots, and it's over when someone yields!" This was Butler Old Bu, who seemed even lower-key than Lu Bujie. Even when announcing the rules, others found it hard to notice his presence.

  Wang Zhimin took the lead in making a move, and as soon as he made his move, it was with full force, without any feints. He took a positive step forward and threw a straight punch directly at Lu Buqi's heart gate. This is an extremely standard starting attack method.

  Wang Zhimin thought of at least three possible actions that Lu Boyu could take, but he did not expect that Lu Boyu would resist him with a punch and also gave him a slap in the face, a typical case of hurting each other!

  Lu Buji abandoned the simple side, curved left arm to protect his chest and blocked Wang Zhimou's heavy punch of over a thousand catties, then an ordinary slap, a thick right palm struck Wang Zhimou's left shoulder.

  A faint cracking sound, accompanied by Wang Zhimin's painful hum, rang out, and then Wang Zhimin stumbled backward, fell to the ground, and groaned for a while before failing to get up.

  "Useless thing!" Wang Jianglong's face turned pale, he had mentally prepared for Wang Zhiming to lose, but didn't expect Wang Zhiming to lose so badly, making it impossible for the onlookers to even grasp Lu Buqi's true strength.

  Wang Yingfu was overjoyed, although he knew through Wang Lishou's depiction that Lu Boyu was formidable, but he didn't expect Lu Boyu to be so powerful, a guy with eightfold strength, who could slap someone half to death with just one palm.

  "Left shoulder comminuted fracture!" The black-clad man, who had been subdued by Wang Zhimin, looked gloomy: "That kid's move was ruthless, with a natural killing intent. It's likely that this is still the result of holding back."

  "What about his real strength..." Wang Jiang's eyebrows furrowed tightly.

  "He absolutely possesses the level of courage and strength that can be achieved only after experiencing multiple life-and-death struggles! It's hard to imagine, he's only thirteen years old."

  "Abandon, how can you strike so heavily?" On the other side, Wang Yingfu was hypocritically lecturing Lu Boyu: "Even if you wanted to get a heart core, you couldn't use such a heavy hand. One slap and you almost killed him! Can't you show some mercy? Two or three slaps wouldn't make it more bearable?"

  This is a blatant slap in the face, and two or three slaps at that. Wang Jianglong's face turned dark to the point of almost dripping water, but he still said, "Yingfu, martial arts exchange, who doesn't get hurt? Don't scold him anymore, however...he really is only thirteen years old?"

  Wang Yingfu furrowed his brow and looked at Lu Boyou with a serious expression: "Oh, right, didn't you say that last year you were only twelve years old?"

  Lu Buqi innocently replied: "If twelve months really only make a year, then I've only lived for thirteen years this lifetime!"

  "It's also, look at my silly brain, why should I doubt your age after knowing your strength?" Wang Yingfu self-deprecatingly said, then looked at Wang Jianglong: "Jianglong, I believe this kid, so if you don't want to give him a reward, I can only find an elder who knows how to read bones to take a look."

  "Didn't I say that I wouldn't give him a reward? I, Wang Jianglong, am also a notable figure in Yangze County. What I say has never been unfulfilled!" Wang Jianglong knew that he had thoroughly fallen into the trap today.

  But what Wang Jianglong didn't know was that Wang Yingfu hadn't planned for long, he had just been holding back for a long time. As soon as he encountered the opportunity to turn things around, all the cells in his body related to cunning became active.

  "Thanks, Officer Wang!" Without needing Wang Yingfu's prompting, Lu Buqi had already very obediently expressed his gratitude to Wang Jianglong.

  Wang Jianglong's eyes narrowed: "No need to thank you, this little Zeh slave looks like he really has some skills. Are you interested in competing with the other two martial artists in Zhutan Town?"

  Lu Buqi didn't respond, but instead looked at Wang Yingfu. A subordinate must have the awareness of being a subordinate and absolutely cannot steal the show after doing something.

  "Don't give up, if you think it's fun then just have some fun, otherwise others will say that people from Guzhen only know how to brag and talk big!" Wang Yingfu also narrowed his eyes, but he was smiling.

  Lu Buqi raised his head and stared directly into Wang Jianglong's eyes: "So... Director Wang, you wouldn't be saying that if I lose, the Heart Core won't be awarded to me, would you?"

  Lu Bu didn't notice the hint of mockery in Wang Jianglong's eyes, which enraged him: "You can rest assured that even if you lose, the Heart Cores you won before won't be reduced!"

  "That's good......" Lu Buqi muttered in a low voice: "There was a guy before, who promised to reward me with one hundred knives, but he didn't even show up!"

  "What did you say?" Wang Jianglong didn't understand at first.

  "Nothing, I just want to know... Wang, if I win again, will there be a reward?" Lu Buqi's expression at this time was exactly the same as Wang Yingfu's earlier.

  Seeing this face, Wang Jianglong was outraged: "If you can still win, I'll reward you with another core! Wang Shubo, teach this ignorant Zeslav a lesson!"

  "Hey, don't be in a rush..." Wang Shu Bao also seemed to have some tricks up his sleeve: "I want to ask Wang the manager, what if I win?"

  Wang Yingfu waved his hand: "Small problem, the rules are the same as before. You win, I'll reward you with a Heart Core. Since Jiang Long wants to earn back the Heart Cores he lost, let the 18-year-old you come and bully me, I'll indulge him and avoid hurting his pride."

  "Stop speaking in a roundabout way!" Wang Jianglong couldn't help but want to go crazy: "How did I bully this little Zehan? He himself was willing to have a trial with Wang Shubao for the reward, it wasn't like I forced him!"

  Wang Yingfu smiled and said, "We're not some inexperienced young masters who don't know the rules of gambling. He doesn't know how to gamble, do we? He's competing with Wang Shubao, one has a strength of nine, the other has a strength of two, clearly losing more than winning, but the odds are the same. Old Bu, tell me, hasn't the world changed?"

  Without waiting for the old steward, Old Master Bu's servant, to finish speaking, Wang Jianglong suddenly spoke in a cold tone: "Alright, if this little slave, Ze, can defeat Uncle Bao, I'll add... another 10,000 knives to the reward of one Heart Core!"

  It's clear that Wang Jianglong regained some sanity at the last moment and didn't completely fall for it, or else he would have said "a nuclear core", which is worth far more than 10,000 knives!

  "Hmm... Jiang Long is indeed a big shot!" Wang Yingfu looked at Lu Buqi: "Buqi, what are you waiting for?"

  "What the hell?!" Wang Jianglong interrupted, then turned to Wang Shubo: "Wang Shubo, you'd better give me some face. If you can beat this little Zuo slave, not only will I give you the Heart of the King, but I'll also reward you with 10,000 knives!"

  Wang Shu Bao was overjoyed, this is indeed a divine fight, others are benefiting from it, this is simply a heavenly good thing, the big manager is not usually so generous.

  "Ah, Jiang Long's management skills are something I need to learn from, lest I disappoint the people below!" Wang Yingfu muttered to himself: "Don't worry, you also listen up, if you can still win this round, not only will you get Jiang Long's two Heart Cores and 10,000 knives, but I'll also give you a bonus of 10,000 knives!"

  "Thanks for taking care of the big deal!" Lu Bujiu bowed slightly to Wang Yingfu, who was also quite pleased in his heart. After all, no one would complain about having too much money!

  Wang Yingfu nodded: "Then let's get started. Bei, you don't have to feel pressured. Even if they win, there's nothing to be proud of..."