Chapter 41: Flat Hand

  The latest chapter of this article is logged in???? At this time, the villagers of Zengjia Village were worried about Zhao Ji's victory or defeat. Meanwhile, the Měng Hǔ Wǔ Guǎn (Fierce Tiger Martial Arts Hall) was also paying attention to Zhou An Xiang's victory or defeat.

  "Senior brother, you say, can Big Senior Brother win?"

  Lu Xing was somewhat worried and asked a senior fellow apprentice for advice.

  Zhou Anchang's win or loss could affect Lu Xing's actual interests. As for Zhao Ji, Lu Xing was resentful to the extreme. If he apologized to him, Lu Xing would absolutely feel like it was doomsday.

  "Of course, Master's strength, you're still not clear about it, that kid definitely can't beat Master."

  That senior fellow said with full confidence.

  "But that guy looks pretty tough too, and is actually fighting Master Big Brother to a stalemate. It seems like he won't be defeated for the time being."

  Lu Xing still had some worries.

  "Don't worry, in this small town of Qiaomu, among the younger generation, who could possibly be a match for Big Brother?"

  That senior brother was very confident in Zhou Anchan.

  While the two teams reacted differently, Zhao Ji and Zhou Anchan's fierce battle continued. Under Zhao Ji's unpredictable and elusive soft sword technique, Zhou Anchan's knife became increasingly difficult to wield, and the direction and trajectory of his knife were greatly affected. If this situation continued, he would undoubtedly lose.

  "Zhao Ji not only has good martial arts qualifications, but also doesn't panic when fighting. That set of swordsmanship, he should have just learned it recently. At the beginning of the fight, it was a bit stiff, but now he's completely dominating the situation. His combat instincts are quite strong! Latest chapter update"

  Having observed the entire battle process, Ding Dian sighed.

  "Not bad, Zhao Ji's martial arts talent is indeed good, and his ability to adapt in battle is also extremely strong. With just a bit more luck, his future achievements will be boundless."

  Yuan Chengzhi also agreed.

  In the battle outside Jiaomu Town, many people coming and going from the town not only didn't think the great war was dangerous, but instead surrounded it with excitement, however, most were just watching the commotion, truly understanding the subtleties of it weren't many.

  The sword light was shining brightly, the knife light was dim, and it seemed that Zhou An Xiang would soon be defeated by Zhao Ji's hand. However, the situation changed again.

  Zhou An's sword-drawing technique changed, the speed of drawing his sword became slower, but the force behind each stroke increased significantly. With one slash, the scattered light from the fine iron sword dissipated completely.

  After the change in the War and Law, Zhou An's sword frequency slowed down even more. Every sword trajectory became more mysterious, often able to block Zhao Ji's unpredictable and elusive sword at the right time.

  After dozens of rounds of "ping-pong" battles, Zhao Ji and Zhou An's great war still did not produce a winner, but instead the two men's moves became slower, not because of any strategic need, but because their internal energy consumption was not small, and they were somewhat tired.

  One sword forced Zhao Ji to retreat, Zhou Anchang sheathed his knife and jumped back, exiting the battlefield. With an unpleasant expression, he said to Zhao Ji: "Brother Zhao, today's battle doesn't need to continue, let's call it a draw."

  Zhou An Chan's plan to negotiate a truce can be considered a wise move. If the fierce battle were to continue, both of their internal energies would be severely depleted. Given that their cultivation levels are roughly equal, they would likely exhaust each other simultaneously.

  However, Zhao Ji's long sword belongs to the light and agile type of weapon, compared to Zhou Anchan's heavy sword, it is less strenuous to wield, so the consumption of internal energy will be more unfavorable to Zhou Anchan.

  It's precisely because he understood this principle that Zhou An Chang first withdrew his hand, seeking a draw. Otherwise, in the end, not only would he lose miserably, but he'd also have to apologize, wouldn't that be losing both face and substance?

  "It's all right, let's just call it even."

  Understanding Zhou An Chang's little thoughts, Zhao Ji didn't have the intention to nitpick either, and directly waved his hand, saying frankly.

  "Alright, Brother Zhao is being straightforward, so I won't be petty either. Let's just drop the matter of my junior brother. You can leave now, and we'll meet again in the future when the mountains are high and the waters are long."

  Almost defeated in the first war, Zhou Anchang had a lot of thoughts and didn't have the heart to help Lu Xing out anymore. Besides, he couldn't do anything about Zhao Ji, so he simply acted more generously.

  "We will meet again."

  He nodded at Zhou Anchan and turned around to leave.

  "Let's go."

  Thirteen people in a row, horses and carriages speeding along, heading back to Zeng's village, the speed was much faster than when they came, not only because the load was light, but also because Zeng Yu was afraid that Zhou An would regret it and come after them halfway.

  It turned out that Zeng had been overly worried and when they returned to Zengjia Village, everything went smoothly for everyone, nothing happened.

  "Alright, finally back. Spent the whole morning busy, and some unexpected things happened. Everyone is exhausted and scared, hurry up and go rest."

  Arriving at the village entrance, still nothing had happened. Zeng Yu let out a breath and finally put his mind at ease, saying to the villagers:

  After sending away the villagers, when only Zhao Ji, Ding Dian, Yuan Chengzhi, Zeng Yu and Zeng Dazhuang were left on the scene, Zeng Yu said to Zhao Ji: "Brother Zhao, you go back and rest first. This afternoon, I and Dazhuang will come to your place to discuss some important matters with you."

  "Da Zhuang, come with me."

  Zeng Yu said seriously.

  When Zhao returned home, he saw that Tianhong was meditating as expected, while Song Yuqiao had moved a chair and was lying outside the door sunbathing.

  At this time, although it's not the hottest summer season, it's still cool and refreshing in autumn. However, there is also a saying that "autumn tiger" is fierce. At noon, the sun is still quite scorching, so Zhao Ji wouldn't be sunbathing at this hour.

  "Song, you're really laid back."

  As he passed by Song Yuanqiao's side, Zhao Ji stopped in his tracks and said with a smile.

  After half a month of getting along, Zhao Ji had also roughly figured out Song Yuanqiao's personality. Apart from being somewhat pedantic, he was actually quite pleasant to be around.

  "In the past, when I was in the lower realm, I had to worry about the affairs of the Wu Tang clan and hardly had any leisure time. Now, all of this has gone far away from me, and I can finally calm down, take a good rest, and enjoy life."

  Song Yuanqiao's face wore a faint smile as he spoke some very philosophical words.

  "It's fine once you understand, life isn't that heavy, it's good to relax a bit."

  Zhao was delighted for Song Yuanqiao.

  Sitting on a chair, pouring a bowl of water, Zhao Ji curled up his legs and took out a book from the backpack behind him, reading it with relish.

  An inch-thick book with a very long title on the cover, "The Basic Application of Eighteen Kinds of Weapons", which was exactly the book Zhao Ji bought for thirty taels of silver in Qiaomu Town.

  The ten characters on the cover were still okay, Zhao Ji recognized them all, but when he opened the book and flipped through two pages, he started to get a headache.

  The characters are Chinese characters, but they are a mix of traditional characters, ancient seal script and pictograms. Fortunately, the proportion of traditional characters is the largest, and the proportion of pictograms is the smallest, so he can roughly understand them.