When the news of the Great Light Sect Leader challenging the Five Arenas spread, the crowd in the city surged over to watch the show. The square where the Five Arenas was located was filled with people. The surrounding roofs were also densely packed with people, blocking the streets nearby.
After all, other than the elites of the Fairness Party and the representatives of all the big and small forces in the world, the people who had come to Jiangning City this time were all local tyrants who had risked their lives for riches and honor. When it came to joining in on the fun, no one was willing to fall behind.
When the little monk Ping An, who had just finished his breakfast, found out about this matter, it was already a little late. As the crowd rushed over, the intersection and roofs were already filled to the brim.
Although he was young, his martial arts skills were not low. Naturally, he could also force his way through the crowd. However, although he had this ability, the little monk's character was far from that of Brother Long, who had already started to call himself the "Martial Arts Alliance Leader". He jumped and greeted a few times at the periphery of the crowd with "Amitabha" and "Excuse me". Then, in the process of squeezing his way in, he was scolded by others with "Why are you squeezing?" and "I'll kill you, you little baldy". After that, he lost his drive.
In the end, he found a rather tall flagpole in the crowd by the roadside and climbed up to the top like a monkey. He stood there and looked down at the center of the square. He jumped a few times and softly shouted, "Master, Master …" Lin Zongwu, who was in the middle of the square, naturally did not notice him. Ping An sighed on the flagpole and looked down at the surging crowd. He thought to himself that the new Dharma name that Brother Long gave him was indeed reasonable. He had really become a monkey now.
The flagpole under his feet was hung with the flag of the King of Hell, Zhou Shang. At that moment, the flag was fluttering in the wind. When the subordinates of the King of Hell saw him climb up the flagpole, they shouted, "You little brat, get down here!"
"Get down here quickly! Or else I'll beat you to death! "
"Where did you come from …"
"Capture him for me —"
A few figures squeezed into the crowd and shouted. Although someone was giving orders, no one really dared to climb up the flagpole. Someone wanted to throw something at him, but was stopped by the people around him. Although the little monk had a good temper, he had followed Lin Zongwu around the Jianghu, so he wasn't someone who didn't have any likes or dislikes. His master was tearing down the "King of Hell" in front of him, so what if he stepped on his flag? He turned around and shouted,
"Little monk! Enlightenment! Kong — "
He didn't know why, but after using a fake name, he suddenly felt a sense of freedom and tranquility. He could say and do things that he normally couldn't say or do.
The people below did not quite understand and were still shouting, "What is this thing …" "If you have the guts, come down …". Ping 'an chuckled and then said, "Amitabha Buddha", reciting the sutras to repent for the evil thought of spitting on the people below.
Amidst the noise outside, the verbal bombardment on the Five Direction Arena came to an end. A tower-like giant carrying a Skanda Staff walked onto the stage and began to negotiate and confront Lin Zongwu.
Jiangning's Hero Conference had just entered the registration stage. The Five Direction Arenas set up by the Fair Party in the city did not have a process of fighting until the end. For example, the Five Direction Arena was basically the backbone of the "King of Hell". Anyone who could fight three rounds would be recognized. Not only would they be able to take away a hundred taels of silver, but they would also receive a plaque that read "Heroes of the World".
In reality, anyone who had fought two rounds in the process of the martial arts competition would already receive an offer from the Zhou Shang. If you agreed at this time, the third round of the competition would naturally be stopped. If you didn't agree, the Zhou Shang Shang might not send someone easy to deal with. This was essentially a process of opening doors and recruiting talents.
Of course, although this was the truth, the publicity to the outside world had to be high-end and impressive. For example, if one couldn't fight in the Five Direction Arena, one couldn't be called a hero. If someone said that their martial arts were not bad, the people in the city would also ask them to go to the arena to prove themselves. And since there was such a reputation, Lin Zongwu also went on stage and said: Since you think you have the qualifications to judge who is a hero, you must have amazing skills, so you have to come out and prove yourself.
Just like the Imperial Boxing Dojo in the past, with Zhou Dong in charge, that was the true Imperial Boxing Dojo. Zhou Dong's comments on others were accepted by the world. You dare to set up an arena with some weak melon and crack date, saying that whoever passes the test of a few weak people is a hero? That won't do.
Both sides fought two rounds of verbal bombardment on the stage. At first, the other side used Lin Zongwu's seniority to resist for a while, but then they gradually gave up. At this time, Lin Zongwu set up a battle formation and came over. There were thousands of people watching the show. In such a situation, no matter what the reason was, as long as his side shrank back and refused to fight, the onlookers would think that his side was being suppressed.
If his side continued to shrink back and Lin Zongwu sat on the stage for half a day, in the next few days, Jiangning City would be the joke of "King Yama" in the Five Direction Arena.
Moreover, in these two years, the subordinates of "King Yama" had already experienced many battles and bloody tragedies. Even if he was the so-called "number one in the world", to what extent could he be the number one? Among them, there would always be many who refused to accept it.
The person who went on stage at this time was one of the most outstanding fighters under "King Yama", "Sick Skanda" Zhang Xing. This person was tall and strong. It was unknown how he grew, but he seemed to be half a head taller than Lin Zongwu. This person was cruel and had boundless strength. It was said that the heavy Skanda Staff in his hand, which was half the height of a person, had smashed many people into meat paste on the battlefield or in martial arts competitions. In some rumors, it was even said that "Sick Skanda" fed on humans and could swallow their essence and blood, which was why his body was so terrifying.
These days, if there were any experts who came to the Five Direction Arena to cause trouble, they would not accept the recruitment, and they were not willing to let others pass. They would often meet him in the third round. He had already beaten many people to death, and every time the scene was extremely bloody.
When he appeared, the people on King Yama's side below the stage cheered and said, "Beat this bald donkey to death."
Lin Zongwu put his palms together and then opened them. "I don't want to bully the younger generation. You can call two more people and come up together."
"Sick Skanda" Zhang Xing waved the Skanda Staff in his hand a few times, and a gust of wind whistled in the air. He said, "I am enough. Monk, are you ready to die?"
"Of course …" Lin Zongwu wanted to say something sincerely, but the next moment, he gave up and sighed. "… Well, I am ready."
In front of his eyes, the Skanda Staff fell down like a landslide.
Below the stage, Ning Ji's face had already faded from his previous teasing expression. His eyes were solemn as he watched the scene.
This "Sick Skanda" was tall and strong, and his foundation was excellent. Judging from the rhythm of his breathing, he had indeed practiced very strong internal energy since he was a child. He had killed many people on the battlefield and in the arena, and his hands were full of evil energy. When he was old, these seemingly extreme experiences and methods of exerting force would make him miserable. But at this moment, he was at the peak of his strength. The Skanda Staff smashed down with a force as heavy as a thousand kilograms. In the Chinese army, perhaps only Chen Fan, with his monstrous strength, could stand up to it.
But at this moment, the huge figure in the bright yellow kasaya on the arena held nothing in his hands, and his feet sank down heavily. He separated his fists, his left hand up and his right hand down, and the kasaya whistled through the air to propel heaven and earth.
The Skanda Staff smashed down on his left arm and the top of his head.
"Boom —" With a muffled sound, the Skanda Staff seemed to have smashed into a giant whirlpool. This whirlpool appeared on Lin Zongwu's monastic robe and was violently shaken, while Zhang Xing's Skanda Staff was forcibly pushed to the side! The huge man didn't notice the strangeness of this moment, and his body crashed into Chen Fan like a chariot!
Ning Ji's mouth was slightly open.
This was the use of Tai Chi …
And it was different from everyone in the Chinese army who had come into contact with this kind of martial art. The big fat man on the stage used the rotation of Tai Chi with his extremely strong internal energy. It was no longer soft, nor was it a simple combination of hardness and softness. Instead, it was as hard and fierce as the legendary tsunami, hurricane, and giant whirlpool. And because of this, the opponent's full strength blow from the Skanda Staff couldn't break through his bare-handed defense!
Aunt Hong might be able to defeat him with such a hard and fierce use of Tai Chi, but she wouldn't be able to reproduce it in a similar way. Right now, the only person in the world who could do this was this big monster in front of him.
His vision was outstanding, and he had the temperament of a young man. Seeing this scene, his body trembled with excitement. After all, for a young man of his age, how could a soft technique compare to this kind of dominating strength? "No wonder he's my lifelong enemy …" he thought.
The expert knew the ropes. But for the many onlookers who hadn't reached Ning Ji's level, that was just a signal that the fight had just begun. On the stage, two figures collided. The sick Skanda's knee hit Lin Zongwu's chest, and he was knocked back by the equally huge Lin Zongwu. He waved the Skanda Staff in his hand, and with a roar, he moved and smashed. Lin Zongwu stood where he was and didn't move much. He fought head-on with his opponent's Skanda Staff, fists, and kicks. The audience below the stage saw the huge momentum of the fight, and the movements of both sides were fierce and fast. The huge forces collided, and it was hair-raising.
After fighting like this for a while, Lin Zongwu took a few steps forward. The sick Skanda madly punched and smashed, but he had fought with Lin Zongwu for about half the stage. At this time, he was waving his staff horizontally. Lin Zongwu's figure suddenly rushed forward, and one hand reached out to his right shoulder, and the other took the Skanda Staff from his hand.
The hair on Zhang Xing's back suddenly stood on end. He swayed his body and was about to retreat to get out of the encirclement. There was a bang on his thigh, and the pain went deep into his bones. Lin Zongwu swung the Skanda Staff on his leg.
Zhang Xing's body shook in the air, and he flipped over and fell to the ground. As a warrior, his reaction was extremely fast. He knew that this was a matter of life and death, so he used all his strength to jump forward and get out of the attack range of his opponent. However, his body had just bounced up when Lin Zongwu's Skanda Staff hit his buttocks with a bang. He bounced up like a prawn and was slapped back again.
The audience below the stage looked at this unforeseen event with their mouths agape.
Previously, it had seemed to be a head-on fight, but with this change, Zhang Xing had already fallen to the ground. He had also strangely bounced up and then fell back again — why was he bouncing up?
On the arena, Zhang Xing struggled. Lin Zongwu held the Skanda Staff and hit him again. After a moment, Zhang Xing crawled forward a step, and he smashed down again with the staff. This happened again and again as though he was casually disciplining his own son. Zhang Xing was beaten until he wriggled on the ground.
This looked like he was insulting the entire "Five Direction Arena" in front of everyone.
The subordinates of the "King of Yama" on the other side of the arena whispered to each other. On this side, Lin Zongwu's gaze was cold. The Skanda Staff in his hand hit Zhang Xing, who had lost the ability to resist, as though he wanted to slowly beat him to death. After a few more hits, the other side finally could not endure any longer. Three warriors came forward together. "Sect Master Lin, stop!"
Lin Zongwu raised the bloody Skanda Staff and then let it fall into the pool of blood. His gaze turned cold as he looked at the three people.
"I'll give you face. Don't care about face. Fine. " His voice resounded in the air above the arena. "The three of you, come together. If you can live, I'll allow you to set up the arena."
His aura had already suppressed the entire arena, and the hearts of the surrounding people were stolen. The three people on the arena seemed to want to say something to boost the momentum of their side, but at this time, they could not say a word.
The three people howled and charged at Lin Zongwu. Lin Zongwu still met them empty-handed.
Four figures danced wildly on the arena. Of the three that charged, one held a spear, one held a whip, and one held a knife. Their martial arts were not ordinary. On the thirteenth move, the spear-wielding man's spear stabbed into Lin Zongwu's chest, but Lin Zongwu suddenly grabbed the spear shaft with both hands, forcibly bending the iron spear shaft. On the seventeenth move, Lin Zongwu seized the opportunity to grab the whip wielding man by the throat, and with a bang, he smashed the whip wielding man into the arena.
This battle had been extremely dangerous from the very beginning. Previously, the three of them had attacked separately. If one of them was targeted by Lin Zongwu, the other two would immediately move to save him. In a battle of this level, Lin Zongwu could only give up on attacking one of them. However, on the seventeenth exchange, the whip wielder's neck was grabbed by the whip, and the long saber behind him descended upon his back. Lin Zongwu used the whistling kasaya to deflect the force of the blow, and his massive body pressed the enemy to the dueling platform like a demonic god. Then, with a swipe of his hands, he tore the man's throat into a rain of blood.
His attacks were fierce, and a moment later, he hit the spear-wielder in the chest. Then, he kicked the blade-wielder in the leg. The audience saw blood raining down on the arena as Lin Zongwu killed the three martial arts experts one by one. His bright yellow kasaya, hands, and body were now covered in scarlet spots.
On the arena, Lin Zongwu threw the corpses together. His huge figure was a terrifying mixture of red and yellow, like a demon god descending from the heavens. Then, he slowly sat down on the corpses. The surroundings were silent. Everyone was stunned.
Then they saw Lin Zongwu pick up the Skanda Staff and swing it behind him. The Skanda Staff flew through the air and smashed the "Five Direction Arena" sign into pieces.
At this moment, Lin Zongwu had crushed the entire arena.
*****
That afternoon, Long Aotian walked on the road near the Su family's old residence. He found a few edible things to eat and threw one of them to Xue Jin, who was begging on the side of the road.
Then, he returned to the inn he had temporarily chosen and sat in the lobby to gather information.
He had chosen this inn the night before. Its location was actually near the bridge where Xue Jin and the woman called Yue Niang lived. Ning Ji had been watching Xue Jin for half a night. When he found that this place was suitable, he moved in at dawn. The inn's name was "Five Lakes", which was a very popular name. At this time, there were many people from all walks of life staying in the inn. According to the waiter, every day, there would be people exchanging information about the city or talking about the recent happenings in Jianghu from people who had heard the stories.
Compared to the news papers in the southwest, which always recorded all kinds of boring events in the world, after Jiangnan was ruled by the Fairness Party, the people in some places that were more stable liked to talk about Jianghu rumors. There were even some "news papers" that were specially used to record such things. There were many rumors on them, which were very popular among the Jianghu people.
In the morning, the story of Lin Zongwu, the leader of the Great Light Sect, representing the "Chakra King" to crush Zhou Shang's Five Direction Arena had already spread in the city. As for how the sect leader killed four great experts alone, there were already all kinds of "whistling palm winds" and "lightning-fast kicks". There were also many versions of the names, birthplaces, and achievements of the four great experts. Of course, to Brother Aotian, who had watched the entire process from the front row, such rumors made him feel a little dull.
The martial arts skills of his lifelong enemy made him feel excited. But at the same time, he had already noticed the aura that Lin Zongwu had displayed during the competition. The various methods that Lin Zongwu had used to increase his prestige had truly amazed him.
It was just like the first match where Lin Zongwu had beaten up Zhang Xing. Originally, it did not have to go on for so long. For someone with such high martial arts skills as the big fatty, it was very easy for him to take Zhang Xing's life in a one-on-one situation. However, his earlier attacks and the "Skanda Staff" were just to fool the surrounding spectators.
When the crowd saw how great the commotion was, and how great Zhang Xing's strength was, he had snatched the Skanda Staff and then started to beat people up. Furthermore, he had been beating people up as if he was beating up his own son. Thus, the entire aura had been unleashed. Even those who did not know martial arts could understand how powerful the big fatty was. However, if he had taken down Zhang Xing right from the start, many people would not have been able to understand this. They might even have thought that he had beaten up an unknown little kid.
It was the same for the battles later on. His methods were brutal, and he was covered in blood. It was all for the sake of scaring people, to raise his intimidation to the highest level. This way, some of his unnecessary posturing and viciousness during the battle could be explained clearly.
He was really too powerful …
From watching the competition in the morning until now, Ning Ji had completely solved some of the suspicious points in the other party's fight. He could not help but sigh at the big fatty's high level of cultivation. According to what his father had said in the past, this fatty was indeed a heretic.
When he thought back to himself, he did not even have the chance to announce the domineering name of "Long Aotian" in front of others. He did not even have the chance to laugh with his hands on his hips. He was really … too young. He still needed to practice.
At this moment, he somewhat hated himself for slacking off during this period of time. He had clearly said that he had left home to practice martial arts, but he had been away for more than three months, and he had only taken the initiative to help the weak twice. Pretending to be a doctor seemed to have saved him a lot of trouble, but in reality, didn't it mean that he had missed a lot of tests?
Long Aotian, Long Aotian, now that you have arrived in Jiangning, you should be charging forward when you meet with trouble. The people here are all big bad guys. If you see them, you should beat them up. Your martial arts will definitely be honed through fighting. You can also announce your name a few more times. Won't you get used to it?
He curled his lips and sat in the lobby. When he thought of this, he began to look around with an unfriendly gaze. He wanted to find a bad guy and beat him up on the spot. Then, everyone in the inn would know the name "Long Aotian" … However, since no one came to provoke him during this patrol, he was too embarrassed to cause trouble like this.
Most of the people around him were talking about Sect Leader Lin, and a few of them were talking about Zhou Shang. They said that Zhou Shang would not let the matter rest after being humiliated like this, and that something would happen in the city sooner or later. When Ning Ji heard the description of "something happening", he secretly looked forward to it.
He should find a chance to get rid of the "Assassin" Wei Yiwen, who was said to be in the city, and then leave behind the name "Long Aotian". Then, he would definitely be famous in the city. Hmm, he had to pay attention to the next unforeseen event …
He was thinking about how to learn from Fatty Lin and how to make the name "Long Aotian" famous. After all, he had just thought about it in the morning. Today was the first day of the martial world, and he was quite motivated. When he thought about it, his heart surged …
At this time, not far from the lobby, a few people of the martial world were holding a simple newspaper and discussing all kinds of rumors in the martial world.
"… I heard that … something big happened on Mt. Tong last month …"
Ning Ji's ears seemed to have noticed something.
"… Here's what happened at the time … It's said that the Yan family's convoy, which was on its way here to marry Shi Baofeng, the 'Prince of Equality', passed by Mt. Tong last month …"
"… Sigh … They experienced something big … and encountered a devil …"
That devil was definitely me … Ning Ji remembered what he had done on Mt. Tong last month, and how he had beaten up the villains of the Li family. He realized that they were talking about this matter. This matter was actually on the newspaper … He felt a surge of excitement in his heart.
"… It was this devil. He was highly skilled in martial arts, and even though he was heavily surrounded … he kidnapped the young lady of the Yan family … He even left behind his name …"
"… This devil's name is … Shameless Pervert, Long Aotian …"
…
…
"… That's not it …"
In the inn, little Ning Ji, who was sitting on one side, looked at the people who were talking over there. The color of his face changed, and his eyes began to become dull …
…
…
"… Everyone, please take note. This so-called shameless * * is actually not the word 'shameless' in the sense of despicable and shameless. In fact, it's' five feet * * 'in the sense of' one, two, three, four, five, five ', and' foot 'in the sense of measurement. It means that … he's not tall, he's extremely short, hence this nickname …
"… This is' Five Feet Wide Body 'Long Aotian. If you have a woman in your family, please be careful …"
In the lobby of another inn in Jiangning City, a handsome cripple and a dark-skinned man were drinking tea and resting. They were discussing in private what they were going to do during their visit. Then, a young woman with even darker skin and a sturdy figure came over. She took a sip of water and gestured to them.
"Listen to what the storyteller is saying …"
"Hmm … I heard it just now. Black girl, what do you think about the Five Feet Wide Body? He's so short, maybe it's because no one likes him … "
"That's not right, Yuwen … this Long Aotian … seems to be something …"
"… That counts as having feelings … Eh?"
"…"
"…"
Black girl and Xiaohei frowned. The young man called Yuwen Feidu was holding a broad bean in his hand. He was also frowning as he looked at his companions.
"It can't be …"
"It can't be, it can't be …"
"F * ck me …"
"That's impossible …"
The few of them were bewildered, cheering and encouraging each other.
"If it's true … he'll be beaten to death when he gets back …"
"There must be something going on …"
"Sigh, he just ran away from home …"
"How did he end up like this …"
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