Chapter 111

  Lu Yingshan frowned: "The arena is for testing skills, and it's nothing more than making friends through martial arts. Why do you, a rough man, speak hurtful words?"

  "It's just a fight, what's the point of talking? Today, Third Master will be your teacher and teach you what real kung fu is."

  Cheng Dalai covered his face. If he really had the ability to say that, it would be fine. But Zhang San's two sons, didn't they get beaten up when they went up?

  Lu Yingshan gritted his teeth in anger: "Fine, you big-mouthed thug! I hope your skills are as impressive as your boasts. There are weapons over there; do you want to compare fists or arms?"

  Along the edge of the arena was a row of weapon racks, on which were arrayed knives, guns, swords, spears, axes, hooks and forks. Zhang Fei walked over and pulled out a long spear from the rack.

  Luo Yingshan waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to bring over his iron whip.

  "Black-faced Han, your sword has no eyes, be careful!"

  "Come on!"

  Zhang San's loud shout made everyone's ears buzz, and when they came back to their senses, Third Master had already charged forward with the iron spear. With a swift movement, like a black horse, the spearhead was thrust towards Luo Yinshan's throat.

  "Blow the sky!"

  Luo Yingshan was shocked in his heart. This spear came too suddenly and fiercely, and he had no way to parry it for the time being.

  He couldn't dodge, could only retreat, his body shrinking back, the long spear stabbing over his head.

  Luo Yingshan broke out in a cold sweat; he absolutely must not underestimate this dark-faced man.

  "Get down."

  The spear came crashing down on his head, and Luo Yushan fell to the ground with a thud. Although he narrowly avoided it, he was frightened out of his wits.

  Drive pigs.

  The long spear swept across, forcing Luo Yingshan to retreat step by step. Luo Yingshan's heart was somewhat collapsing, the first two moves sounded normal and powerful, but this third move sounded like... Is he treating me like a pig?

  Cheng Dalai suddenly came to his senses, and Zhang San was indeed impressive, able to force Luo Yinsan into such a predicament. Earlier, he had already checked that Luo Yinsan's level was top-notch. Now looking at Zhang Fei's information again, he was shocked to discover that his level had risen to excellent.

  No wonder he's a legendary potential person, it didn't take long for him to upgrade after I gave him the third-hand spear.

  On the stage, Luo Yingshan had already stood firm. He wielded an iron whip, with the saying that one inch longer was one inch stronger and one inch shorter was one inch more dangerous. He waited for the opportunity to press San Ye within three steps, making it impossible for him to swing his long spear.

  After three moves, Zhang San's fatigue was evident. Cheng Da Lei let out a sigh, with excellent pitted against top-notch, although he could gain a temporary advantage, it would be difficult to win in the end.

  Luo Yingshan, however, was getting more and more ferocious, wielding his iron whip with great force. It turned out that this dark-faced man was only fierce for the first three moves, after which he would collapse completely. Hmph, you're just a mediocre person who overestimates yourself, today I'll give you a lesson and let you know what it means to be insignificant in front of the vast sky and earth.

  His feet moved slightly, and Luo Yingshan had already flashed behind Zhang Fei with his agile footsteps, raising the iron whip to strike him in the back of the head.

  "How dare you!"

  A loud shout, and a white-robed young man rushed onto the stage, his spear immediately sending Luo Yinxian flying.

  This man was naturally Zhao Zilong.

  As soon as he appeared, he was applauded by the audience below, and some young women even couldn't stop throwing flirtatious glances at him.

  Hmph!

  It's true that good looks are justice, Zhao Zilong was indeed born with a handsome face, his white robe and silver spear were so impressive that they made people jealous. With such good looks like Zhao Zilong, he could make girls willing to marry him, while someone like Zhang Fei could only be reborn as an ox or a horse in the next life.

  "Third Brother is watching from the side, this person was handed over to me."

  Zhang San was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, luckily Zhao Zilong appeared just in time, if not, his life would have been lost here.

  Luo Yishan won a round, and suddenly became somewhat arrogant, rushing to Zhao Zilong: "Where did the doll come from? It's the same stuff as that black-faced man. Grandpa sees you're young and doesn't want to take your life, hurry up and roll away."

  "Zi Long, don't spare him, give him a show of strength." Zhang Fei shouted loudly from the stage after being defeated.

  Zhao Zilong's sword eyebrows rose, his long spear thrust out, he wore white clothes, like a dragon emerging from the sea.

  "Good!"

  The thunderous applause from the audience was mostly shouted out by young women. Luo Yingshan was startled, what's going on, have they all gone crazy?

  Cheng Dali also seemed to see some fans of his idols in his previous life, they... why were they so excited.

  Under the cheers of countless cheerleaders, Zhao Zilong was like a god, and the iron gun in his hand made a beautiful move. But Luo Yinsan's morale was greatly damaged, and he was defeated in a row, and within 20 rounds, he was overturned by Zhao Zilong with a single move of "Flipping Blue Dragon".

  Good!

  Luo Yishan never thought he would lose, and the loss came so quickly that when he fell to the ground, he still didn't understand what had happened. When he came back to his senses, all he saw was a cold blade stabbing towards him.

  "No...don't!"

  Whoa!

  The spearhead pierced Luo Yingshan's forearm, earning a mournful cry. He had made a name for himself with his Iron Claw technique, and was renowned in the Jianghu world as the Iron Claw Eagle. This time, even if he managed to reattach his broken arm, his kung fu would be greatly discounted.

  Lying on the ground, covering his arm with his hand, staring at Zhao Zilong with a venomous gaze.

  Good!

  The audience below suddenly boiled like a pot of white porridge, and the young women in their prime took off the sachets from their bodies and threw them onto the stage. In an instant, Zhao Zilong was bathed in a rain of sachets.

  It is said that there was a handsome man named Pan An, who could fill a cart with fresh flowers and fruits thrown by girls whenever he walked down the street. Witnessing this scene, Cheng Da Lei couldn't help but sigh: Even if Pan An were reborn, it would be like this.

  To be honest, I think my looks are on par with Zhao Zilong's, overall we're not that different, so why haven't I ever encountered such a situation?

  It seems that Yangzhou City's aesthetic view also has a problem.

  Zhao Zilong picked up the 200 taels of silver reward on the stage and jumped down to hand it over to Cheng Da Lei.

  But then heard the surrounding noise, those big girls and young wives all squeezed over here, their facial expressions seemed to be about to swallow Zhao Zilong alive.

  "Everyone, calm down, he's just a kid, don't be like this..."

  Zhao Zilong is only fifteen years old this year, and in Cheng Da's view, he is just a child.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, I am his agent. If you have any requests, please let me know. He is tired and needs to rest."

  No one paid attention to Cheng Darui, and these women rushed towards him like crazy, but this scene scared Cheng Darui and his companions.

  He grasped the silver package in his hand, swung it open and shook it vigorously, causing a flurry of fragmented silver to fall down like rain.

  "Grandpa is happy today and gave me a reward."

  The crowd rushed over, some were rushing for the silver, and some were rushing towards Zhao Zilong, chaotic and crowded into a piece. This also isolated the people of Jindragon Pawnshop.

  "The master of the house is shouting loudly."

  "Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha!"

  Cheng Dalai took advantage of this opportunity and quickly slipped away. He didn't know how far he had run before he finally felt relieved when he saw no one was chasing after him.

  Cheng Dali panted and patted Zhao Zilong's shoulder: "I didn't expect it, you have the potential to become an idol."

  "What is an idol?" Zhao Zilong looked puzzled.

  "Uh..." Cheng Daire pointed at himself: "Someone like me is an idol."