Chapter 38: Enemies Meet Face-to-Face

  "Jiang Cheng, Du Jing, this martial arts assembly is going to be extremely perilous due to the heavy snow blocking the mountain and the reward being grain. I only have one requirement for you both: return alive and unscathed!"

  As they spoke, Ah Gong walked past Jiang Cheng and Du Jing, gently stroking the tops of their heads: "May our ancestors protect you."

  Two days later, on a clear morning, Jiang Cheng and Du Jing, the two young men from Ge Shan who were going to participate in the martial arts conference, stood in front of Ah Gong's wooden building, receiving Ah Gong's blessings.

  The old and young people in the tribe were almost all surrounded by Ah Gong's wooden building at this time, seeing off Jiang Cheng and Du Jing.

  "Grandpa, don't worry!" Jiang Cheng said.

  "Grandfather, I absolutely won't bring shame to our clan!" Du Jing said with a determined face. Recently, Du Jing had also received quite a bit of special care from Grandfather, and his cultivation had soared, reaching the third level of Cheng En Realm.

  "Alright, let's set off early. With several days of heavy snow, the road is heavily snowed in and it's difficult to make progress." The tribe leader, Ge Xiong, roared as he watched his people continuously come forward to offer their blessings.

  This time going to Bai Hunbu to participate in the martial arts conference, will be led by the tribal leader Ge Xiong, and Grandpa is not easily leaving the tribe.

  As he walked out of the tribal village, Jiang Cheng's gaze involuntarily turned to the three figures standing by the distant Hun River. The pale green figure stood out prominently behind two snow-white figures that were tightly entwined together.

  The green figure is Song Yue.

  Especially that light green color, it's like the hope in winter, it's a pleasure to look at. Jiang Cheng thought back to the scene that made his ears hot and his heart skip a beat last night.

  As for the two figures huddled together, they were snowmen built by Jiang Cheng and Song Lan yesterday evening.

  "Jiang Cheng brother, this snowman should be a bit taller."

  "Jiang Cheng brother, these two snowmen should be closer together."

  "Jiang Cheng brother, this snowman should be thinner."

  After two people were busy for most of the day, when they warmed their frozen red hands together, they suddenly realized that the slightly taller snowman was clearly Jiang Cheng's facial features, thinner and exactly like Song Lan.

  "Song Yue, don't you think these two snowmen look like us?" Jiang Cheng's grip on Song Yue's hand tightened.

  Song Yueqiong's face suddenly turned bright red, and she pounded Jiang Chengdao: "It's all your fault, you actually piled up two snowmen in the shape of you and me, and hugged them so tightly. If our clansmen find out tomorrow..."

  The next moment, Songyue's tender voice suddenly stopped because Jiang Cheng had already pulled her into his arms. "Huh, who was it that said to lean in closer, this one needs to lose weight, and that one needs to be taller?"

  Well, just hug then...” Jiang Cheng's face was filled with a mischievous smile.

  Xiao Lian's face turned bright red as she pinched Jiang Cheng's arm fiercely, "Still smiling..."

  The two people who were lightly embracing each other laughed even more naturally.

  "Jiang Cheng brother, when the weather warms up, these two snowmen will eventually melt and separate. Then we..." After a long while, Song Yue's voice floated up softly.

  "Even if we melt away, we will still come together as one, merging into a single entity..."

  After being sweet for half a day, Song Yue finally understood the meaning of Jiang Cheng's words and started beating him up with her hot face, "You rascal, you big rascal......"

  Chong Song Yue waved his hand and made a sweet gesture that only he knew, Jiang Cheng suddenly turned around and chased after the patriarch's team.

  Only Song Yue stood by the riverbank, accompanying the two snowmen huddled together, gazing longingly at the place where Jiang Cheng had disappeared.

  When a brown earth wall appeared in Jiang Cheng's eyes, his fellow hunters had already introduced themselves.

  That brown earth wall was called the Earth Castle by the hunters of the White Swirling Eight Trigrams, and it was also the most solid defensive structure in this area of thousands of miles. Even if there were four or five layers of Chong'en Territory, it would be difficult to leave a fist mark on it.

  It is said that the brown earth wall was made by mixing countless animal blood, animal hair and a kind of tree sap from the mountain forest with mud, which is stronger than steel.

  At the same time, the earth city was also the location of the main camp of the Baihun tribe.

  And this time's martial arts assembly was also held within this earthen city.

  It was clear that the Baihun Department had made arrangements long ago, and when Geshan Department arrived with more than 20 people, they were led to a place called Wai Shi Yuan on the west side of the earthen city.

  Just by hearing the name of this courtyard, Jiang Cheng could roughly guess the eagerness in Bai Hua's heart to establish a nation. After all, after establishing a nation, controlling the various tribes under his command would not be like it is now, and more resources and power would be in the hands of the Bai Hua tribe.

  "What a broken-down courtyard, I see it's just a shabby place, the dust is as thick as a finger! I think that White family has never looked at us with proper respect!" As soon as he stepped into this humble courtyard, Yang Ze's eyebrows furrowed and he scolded loudly in front of the young man surnamed White who was leading the way.

  That young man with the surname Bai from the White Horde, however, was arrogant and glared at them: "You mountain people should be grateful to have a place to live in our courtyard. If you're not willing, then go set up your own tents!"

  One sentence was enough to make Yang Ze's uncle furious.

  Yang Ze was a Soul Warrior, but even an ordinary hunter from the Bai Hun tribe dared to turn his back on him. Yang Ze was so angry that he wanted to take action on the spot, but was stopped by the tribal chief, Ge Xiong.

  "Whatever, the White Army is just like this!" Ge Xiong sighed, he who often came to the White Army to do business, was obviously not used to being bullied.

  "Yeah, anyway, it's just a night or two, that guy can't withstand your punch, right, uncle?" Jiang Cheng smiled at Yang Ze, "Let's go, Du Jing, we'll take a look outside and tidy up!"

  He called out to Du Jing, and Jiang Cheng walked towards the outside of the courtyard. Just now when he came, Jiang Cheng found that in the large courtyard of this outer courtyard, there was a well with a mouth.

  The little misunderstanding between Jiang Cheng and Du Jing was resolved long ago after a confrontation.

  "Du Jing, you go fetch water, I'll find something to sweep the floor!" Jiang Cheng casually instructed, then went out to search around the large courtyard.

  Under his hands, Jiang Cheng was thinking about another problem. If Bai Hua's current state were to establish a country, it would be likely that all eight departments of the White Tiger would become slaves and laborers.

  "What are you doing? This is the water I fetched, let go!"

  Just as Jiang Cheng was lost in thought, he suddenly heard Du Jing's angry roar by his ear. Turning around, he saw a big man with bare arms in the middle of winter directly grabbing Du Jing's collar and lightly snatching away the water that Du Jing had just fetched.

  "What's the hurry?" Jiang Cheng's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

  This isn't about fighting for water, it's about deliberately picking a fight, because the muscular man had a tattoo of a roaring tiger on his arm, a member of the Tiger Clan.

  "Let him go!" Jiang Cheng roared and rushed towards the burly man.

  The sturdy man of the Tiger Force tribe looked at Jiang Cheng with a disdainful expression, let out a low growl and called him trash, then fiercely threw Du Jing away and turned to leave.

  He suddenly jumped up, gently lifted Du Jing, and let Du Jing land safely. Then, Jiang Cheng rushed towards the tiger again, "Stop!"

  "What's going on? The useless people of the Kozan department, who can't even withstand my grasp, think they can fetch water for me?" Hu Tou looked at Jiang Cheng with disdain.

  "Put down the water, apologize..."

  Just as he was halfway through his words, Jiang Cheng suddenly burst out laughing and thought to himself, what's the point of talking to these guys? When dealing with these guys, fists are the best.

  He suddenly stopped in his tracks, and Jiang Cheng strode towards Huo Tong with large steps, directly reaching out to grab the water bucket that Huo Tong had snatched away.

  "Get out! Go die!"

  Seeing Jiang Cheng daring to come over, Huo Tong suddenly threw a punch, his fist as big as a vinegar jar shot out towards Jiang Cheng's chest, and the sound of the wind whistling accompanied the punch.

  This punch, Tiger burst swung with extreme confidence, because his battle soul, was the Red-eyed Mad Elephant, renowned for its strength. In front of his fist, even a Soul Warrior from the Fourth Realm of Spiritual Enlightenment would have to dodge and weave, not daring to take it head-on.

  Bang!

  A heavy impact sounded, and the tiger suddenly felt a blur in front of its eyes. It then felt as if its own fist had been grasped by a tiger's claw, throbbing with pain.

  Just as Tora was wondering why the guy in front of him hadn't been blown away, a severe and unbearable pain made him let out a faint cry.

  His left fist, which was being held by Jiang Cheng in his hand, was being folded down with great force. Even if he resisted with all his might, he couldn't withstand that kind of strength.

  He felt his left hand was about to be broken.

  The tiger couldn't help but pounce and curled up its body, with a right fist out, another punch was thrown at Jiang Cheng.

  "Hmph, too slow!"

  Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched, his left hand shot out like lightning, and once again grasped the right fist of Hu Tu.

  With a loud cry, Jiang Cheng shouted: "You trash from the Tiger Clan, let me show you what divine power looks like!"

  Almost at the same time as Jiang Cheng exerted his strength, Huo Tong, who was being forced by Jiang Cheng to bend his wrist and not wanting it to break, couldn't help but kneel down on one knee.

  He knew that if he didn't kneel down again, his wrists would be broken.

  The commotion on this side, however, startled the various tribes of the White Horde who lived in succession outside the Outer Yuan.

  "Huh? That Toriko guy is actually kneeling down to Gourmet Corps?"

  In the midst of laughter and shouting, the Tuli people who had discovered something was amiss finally rushed out.

  "Little rabbit, what are you doing? Let me go!" The first to rush out was Hu Mali Shan of the Tiger Tribe. Seeing this scene, he was shocked and angry, and pounced on Jiang Cheng.

  "Hey, Hu Man Shan, what's the big deal about bullying kids? Come on, let's practice!" Yang Ze had already arrived at the scene and stepped forward.

  "Let go, okay, I let go!" In the face of Huo Man Shan's angry rebuke, Jiang Cheng suddenly smiled and with a burst of strength, his hands made a cracking sound that didn't stop.

  When Hu Tui's hands and forearms were twisted at a thirty-degree angle, the white bones were all exposed, Jiang Cheng suddenly let go.

  "You want to take something from my Ge Shan Department? You have to pay a price for it!" With a stern laugh, Jiang Cheng kicked Huo Yun's foot and pointed at the rushing Huo Yun, shouting: "I'll collect interest on behalf of Old Master Shi's arm first!"

  When enemies meet, their eyes get red with rage.

  Looking at the tiger's pair of hands that were almost only connected by skin, Tiger Hui let out a loud shout and was about to rush towards Jiang Cheng, but was pulled back by Hu Lijiao, the bearded chief of the Hu Li tribe, who grabbed his neck.

  "Ge Xiong, if you don't give me an explanation today, this matter won't be over!" Hu Zhenjiang took a step forward, and a thick layer of spiritual energy suddenly spread all over his body. This layer of spiritual energy was constantly surging at the moment, representing Hu Zhenjiang's furious mood.

  It means they will immediately come to blows at the slightest disagreement.

  Almost at the same time, the hunters of the Huli tribe and the Gesan tribe also rushed over, each drawing their bows and firing, a fierce battle broke out.

  "Explain? I'll give you an explanation!"

  "In the mountains, when they robbed our food and killed our people, I didn't see you handing them over! In my opinion, it's still this Jiang Cheng who is too soft-hearted. It was your people who provoked the incident, if it were me, I would have broken his neck directly!"

  The clan leader Gu Xiong let out a loud roar, his spiritual energy surging around him, and a low growl emanating from his throat as he shielded Jiang Cheng in front of him.

  Finally, Ge Xiong turned back to Jiang Cheng and instructed: "Kid, next time you encounter this kind of person, just twist their neck off. If not, then they're not my Ge Shan Sect's men!"

  "You..."

  "What's going on, what's going on?" Just as Hu Zhenjiang was about to make his move and start a big fight before the martial arts competition, the young man who led the various tribes into the arena suddenly appeared.

  "If you want to fight, go outside and fight, don't dirty our Foreign Affairs Institute! Xiao Ling Gong had already said it before, which tribe dares to make trouble will be immediately expelled, tomorrow's martial arts competition is also out of the question!"

  Looking at Bai's young and arrogant yet resolute appearance, Hu Zhenjiang's chest heaved violently as he forcibly swallowed this breath.

  If it were usual times, then not participating in the martial arts conference would be fine, but now, the reward of grain for the top three places is like a poison that attracts every tribe.

  "Towards the mountain, Tiger Rui, tomorrow's martial arts assembly, if you encounter any bastards from the Kuzu Mountain group, bring a few over and I'll twist their heads off!" With that, Tora no Jō left in a huff.

  "Jiang Cheng, tomorrow you're dead for sure!" Before leaving, Hu pointed at Jiang Cheng and made a beheading gesture!

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