Chen Youliang saw Song Qingshu's insistence, and he became anxious.
He had succeeded in provoking Song Qingshu with his words, but Song Qingshu was clearly not Happy's opponent. He was criticized to the point that he was worthless, and in his shock and anger, he forcefully stopped him.
When he saw that the martial artists from Hero's Mountain Villa were about to interfere, Chen Youliang had an anxious expression on his face. He tried to stop Song Qingshu, but Song Qingshu was determined to regain his dignity through Happy, and he stubbornly refused to leave.
At that moment, Happy's tone relaxed.
"It's not impossible for me to agree to fight against you, but there must be a prize." When he finished speaking, a hint of unease flashed on Chen Youliang's face.
He originally thought that Happy had fallen out with Song QingShu because of his provocation and were in a stalemate with him, but by the looks of it, Happy was not angry. Instead, the two of them had fallen into Happy's scheme.
Just when he was about to stop Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu was already delighted. He snorted coldly and nodded.
"Speak!"
"Swear in front of everyone that if you, Song Qingshu, lose to me …" Happy smiled and voiced the idea he had just thought of. "Offer a humble apology to Emei Sect Leader Zhou Zhiruo in front of all the heroes in the world."
Song Qingshu's expression was dark.
He had heard of Happy's strength. Even though he practiced an extraordinary lost martial art, Heart Hastening Palm, he knew that he did not have absolute confidence in winning against Happy. If he lost, he would lose all his dignity in front of Zhou Zhiruo, and how could he chase after Sect Leader Zhou in the future?
"Difficult?"
When Happy saw the anger on Song Qingshu's face, he seemed to have expected that he would not agree to it immediately. Before Song Qingshu could speak, he said, "If you can't do it, there's another way. If you lose to me because your skills are not as good as mine, as long as you promise me that you will go back to Wudang Sect and will not leave the mountain for three years and will not have any wishful thinking about Zhou Zhiruo, I will agree to your challenge. What do you say? Don't tell me that you still don't dare to accept it? "
Under the atmosphere Happy created, the martial artists in the area cast disdainful and mocking looks at Song Qingshu.
When Song Yuanqiao and his group in the restaurant heard Happy's words, their eyes lit up! They finally understood the true meaning behind Happy's words.
"Young Swordsman Happy, you are indeed an extraordinary person." Song Yuanqiao stroked his beard and smiled in gratification.
He knew his son's level of cultivation very well. This time, Happy had gone through a lot of trouble to provoke Song Qingshu and make him look bad, but he had inadvertently solved the greatest problem he had been thinking about all this while.
With a smile, the group of people turned their attention back to the street below.
Once the latter was provoked, he gritted his teeth and answered,
"Alright!"
"I promise you!"
Oh no!
Chen Youliang's expression changed drastically, and the anxiety in his eyes intensified.
Originally, he wanted to use Song QingShu to get close to Zhou Zhiruo so that he could have a chance to obtain the Nine Yin Manual. But if Song QingShu was really defeated and returned to Wudang Sect, he would not be able to leave the mountain for three years, and all of his painstaking efforts would be in vain.
"Young Swordsman Happy, I think …"
Clang!
Happy did not want to bother with Chen Youliang at all. Naturally, he would not let him disrupt his plans. A long sword whine rose into the air, and he drew his longsword, which was pointed at Song Qingshu.
He slowly lifted his sword with a solemn expression.
The martial artists on the streets of Hero's Mountain Villa were affected by the duo, and they consciously made way for them. A gentle breeze blew past them, and a bleak and somber atmosphere appeared between them.
Quite a number of players in the crowd were dumbfounded.
They did not expect that someone would bring a quest to Hero's Mountain Villa and cause such a huge ruckus. For a period of time, they were filled with interest, and they stood in the crowd without blinking.
…
Song QingShu fell into his hands just as he wanted, and Happy quickly calmed down.
Even though he did not know what sort of martial art Song QingShu had obtained, if Song QingShu dared to challenge him, then he must have some sort of trump card. He could not fail miserably because of this!
Of course.
Happy was very confident about this fight.
No matter how strong Song QingShu was, it was impossible for him to be stronger than Xuanming Elders, A 'da, and A' er. Hence, as long as he was careful, it would not be difficult for him to win.
Right then, Happy was troubled by the fact that if he wanted to defeat Song QingShu, he could not rely on Flying Dragon Sword Technique. Song QingShu was an outstanding disciple of Wudang Sect, and his sword technique was not weak. He also had an unknown ultimate technique with him. It would be very difficult for him to win within a short period of time with just Ten True Dragon Styles. If he was forced to do so, he might use Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm.
If Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm was exposed, it would definitely bring him a lot of trouble, but Happy believed that everything had its risks. For Nine Yang Divine Skill, taking a little risk was worth it.
…
"Happy, please provide me with your guidance." Even though Song QingShu's emotions had fluctuated greatly because of Happy's words, when he truly fought against Song QingShu, he had already calmed down. However, his expression was still very unpleasant, and his killing intent was awe-inspiring.
Happy calmly swung his Nation Protecting Divine Sword and calmly switched to his Golden Armor.
The cold Golden Armor did not change Song QingShu in the slightest, but Happy could sense that his stamina and strength were swiftly increasing.
"HAH!"
At the moment he put on the final piece of equipment, Song QingShu finally moved. He tapped against the ground, and his longsword moved like lightning. His momentum was like a bolt of lightning, and he charged at Happy's face.
The momentum of the two people fighting on the stage not too far away could not compare to Song QingShu's!
At that moment, Song QingShu completely stole the limelight from the other stage.
But Happy did not have the time to care about that. He tapped against the ground repeatedly and faced the sword light that came at him like a bolt of lightning with a solemn expression. He parried and blocked the attacks in an orderly manner while he continuously changed his position to negate Song QingShu's momentum.
A few pairs of eyes in the restaurant followed the moving figures as they fought and analyzed the sharp and dazzling sword light.
"Master, Big Brother Song seems to have become much stronger."
"That's right."
When he heard his disciples' words, Song Yuanqiao had a complicated expression on his face, but he could not hide the hint of gratification in the depths of his eyes. He nodded slowly. "That unfilial son of mine did not fall behind in his sword technique even after he left Wudang Sect."
"Perhaps Happy won't be Big Brother Song's opponent," someone else said.
Song Yuanqiao shook his head.
"Even though Qingshu's attainments in the sword technique are pretty good, Happy is a disciple of the Murong Clan. He knows the essence and weaknesses of the sword techniques of various sects. Even though his qi realm is lower than Qingshu's, his attainments in the sword technique are extraordinary. Besides, Shaolin Temple's Yuan Mie's qi realm is slightly higher than mine, and even he praises Happy nonstop. It'll be difficult for Qingshu to win!"
'I knew it!'
Song QingShu's momentum had clearly weakened under Happy's defensive sword technique. Happy seized the chance and changed the momentum of his sword. Suddenly, his body twisted in a strange manner, and he avoided Song QingShu's sharp attack. He formed a claw with his left hand, and with lightning speed, he seized Song QingShu's longsword. Then, he seized the weapon from Song QingShu's hands.
Song QingShu was not shocked, but delighted! He roared in anger, and a thunderous roar came out of his mouth! He gave up on his weapon resolutely. Black light shone on his palm, and with a powerful black gust of wind, he struck Happy's chest at lightning speed! His face was savage, and his killing intent was on full display!
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