I began to understand the myriad things by chopping wood

Chapter 85: Run! Run!
A large area of ​​space had already been cleared at the market in the town center, and a wooden platform about ten feet high had been built.

Lion dance teams, waist drum teams, juggling troupes, and opera troupes took turns performing on the platform, not only celebrating the New Year, but also warming up for the upcoming Panlong Martial Arts School competition.

The Black Tiger Boxing Gym and the Divine Weapon Gym had already fenced off their own territory next to the platform, erected awnings, and raised flags.

The disciples gathered in an orderly manner, held their heads high and chests out, and stood straight. Their momentum attracted the attention of many of the onlookers.

Fang Wei and Wang Heihu, the two masters of the martial arts school, sat under the arbour surrounded by their respective disciples, watching the performance on the stage absent-mindedly.

The two of them sat very close to each other. Wang Heihu looked towards the other side of the platform from time to time, and then whispered:

"Mr. Fang, has Fatty Liu really run away?"

"No. After so many years in Panlong Town, I can still tell his character. He will probably give it a try."

Fang Wei sipped his tea and chuckled:
"And he's going to run away, isn't that better?"

"That's true. But I'm just afraid that he will keep making excuses and this matter won't be settled. As long as he doesn't run away, today is the end of it. Later on, I will completely remove the Iron Cloth Sect from the list, and Panlong Town will be divided equally between you and me."

Wang Heihu rubbed his hands and laughed softly:
"Mr. Fang, the land at Tieyimen is close to my boxing gym, so let's do as we said before..."

"You can take the house, but I want a larger share of the vacant drug store."

Fang Wei waved his hand.

The Divine Weapon Hall takes the elite route. After all, there is a certain threshold for playing with weapons, unlike the Black Tiger Boxing Hall which accepts everyone and requires a much larger venue.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Fang."

Wang Heihu chuckled, and the two of them had already divided up the Tieyi Gate while talking, and it was obvious that they had regarded today's victory as a sure thing.

This is the situation of three parties being in a powerful alliance. If any two of them join forces, the third party will find it difficult to resist.

What's more, the Divine Weapon Hall and the Black Tiger Boxing Hall have been planning for this for a long time and have never stopped taking action; and the Iron Armor Gate is the weakest of the three.

It didn't really matter whether Fatty Liu came today or not, the outcome was predetermined. What was important was the format, with the help of this grand occasion, the two families joined forces to make the Tieyi Sect completely unable to turn things around, from the master to the disciples, all were defeated, and could no longer operate in Panlong Town.

Wang Heihu was dreaming of expanding his martial arts gym and filling it with disciples. The Black Tiger Boxing Gym was thriving and he might even open an office in Yunzhao County in the future, when he heard a commotion among the crowd.

He looked over there and his eyes suddenly lit up.

coming!

Monk Liu was seen wearing brand new clothes, followed by his direct disciples such as Huo Da, Lu Hong, and a dozen core disciples, walking to the edge of the platform.

The crowd automatically made room for them, but compared with the massive Black Tiger Boxing Gym and the Divine Weapon Gym, the dozen or so people here, less than twenty in number, seemed somewhat dwarfed.

But Monk Liu had no expression on his face, he just bowed to the two owners:

"You two, please."

Seeing that Monk Liu was so single, Fang Wei and Wang Heihu looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Wang Heihu stood up first, but he clasped his hands and said:
"Master Liu, please. Today, the three of us will compete against each other in pairs, for a total of three matches, to determine the superiority of the martial arts schools in Panlong Town. There is no need to draw lots to determine the order. You just came over, and Elder Fang and I have rested for a long time. Let's go first, and then Master Liu will come on stage."

His words were full of righteousness, and the audience, led by the disciples of the Black Tiger Boxing Gym, cheered.

Xie Yuan shook his head when he heard this.

Don't think Wang Heihu's words sound good. In fact, with this arrangement, Shang Liu will fight two games in a row without any rest time.

Moreover, Xie Yuan guessed that the two families just wanted to make Monk Liu lose two games in a row, so that his reputation would drop to the bottom, which would have the "best" effect.

The two men said they were going to fight first, but it might just be a fake fight later.

As expected, Fang Wei and Wang Heihu came on stage, bowed, but were unarmed.

The owner of the Divine Weapon Hall didn't even bring any weapons. The audience was already feeling dissatisfied, but then they saw the two owners fighting quickly and countering each other's moves.

The sound of fists and feet colliding was very loud, and there was even only a fist shadow between the two people, making it difficult for ordinary people to see clearly, and they felt very excited.

After a cup of tea, the two men exchanged fists and palms, then slid back a few feet and stopped at the edge of the platform. Then they bowed at the same time, acknowledging the draw.

The audience naturally clapped excitedly and said, "As expected, the Black Tiger Boxing Gym and the Divine Weapon Gym have countless skills and are evenly matched."

Xie Yuan, however, watched coldly. In the eyes of ordinary people, this was a hearty match, but those who had practiced a little could see that this was a tacit practice of sparring. Martial artists would do this every day with their fellow disciples. It was beautiful, but it was no different from a martial arts routine performance.

Monk Liu could naturally see it, but it was all expected. Even though his disciples were shouting "fake fight" indignantly, he remained calm and slowly walked up to the platform.

The one who remained on the stage was Wang Heihu. He saw that Monk Liu's aura was a little different from before, so he couldn't help but cautiously test him:

"Master Liu, it seems you came prepared today?"

Monk Liu said calmly, "I don't have as many tricks as you do, so don't worry about it. It's just that I, Monk Liu, have gone from being a beggar to learning martial arts, and then to coming to Panlong to have such a foundation. It has already been more than half of my life. I am old, and I don't want to move, but I can't move.

"This martial arts school is my roots. If you dig it up, you're going to kill me. I accept that the Iron Clothes Sect won't survive today, but I'm going to bring down at least one of you.

"Today I, Monk Liu, do not ask for life, but for death."

There was no fluctuation in his expression, and his tone was calm and serious.

This is really a fight to the death.

Wang Heihu's face changed several times when he heard this. He subconsciously glanced at Fang Wei in the audience, but heard him wave his hand lightly:
"Don't listen to his big talk, he's trying to trick you."

Wang Heihu's face darkened and he cursed in his heart:

"Old ghost! It's not you who's on the stage. This is bad. I shouldn't have gone up first. Monk Liu really fought with me and injured me. In the end, Old Ghost is the only one left!"

He thought several times and said bluntly:
"Heh, Master Liu, what you said means that you can bring down anyone you want? Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue away? I, Wang Heihu, will not fall for your tricks! Let's see who's the winner!"

He stepped forward and tentatively punched Monk Liu in the heart.

Monk Liu did not dodge or evade, but used his Iron Armor Long Fist, but did not block it. Instead, he hit Wang Heihu's forehead directly.

Wang Heihu was shocked and didn't dare to exchange injuries with Liu Heshang. He returned his fist to block and tried a few more moves. He found that Liu Heshang really had no intention of dodging and was determined to die together!

Even if you have an iron vest, you can't completely resist, right? If you do that, you'll really lose your life!

Wang Heihu's heart skipped a beat and he immediately changed his moves.

The speed increased, but the force became lighter. The attack was like the continuous spring rain, neither painful nor itchy, while the defense was airtight and never made mistakes.

Such a punch could not even scratch the skin of Liu Heshang's iron shirt. Liu Heshang was not good at attacking, but he could do nothing to Wang Heihu who was only concerned about playing it safe. After fighting for a while, they separated and the game ended in a draw.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience. In terms of the fierceness of the game, this one was actually much better than the previous one. However, the audience could not figure out what was going on. They just thought that everyone's level was about the same and the fight was not as exciting as the previous one.

In fact, if they really fought, Wang Heihu could beat Liu Heshang by half. But his momentum was taken away, and he had some tricks in his mind, so he naturally wanted to play it safe. When he passed by Fang Wei's shed, he looked straight ahead and let Fang Wei glance at him, pretending he didn't see him.

Fang Wei snorted softly and sneered:

"Not of much use."

Wang Heihu turned a deaf ear to this undisguised rebuke, and sneered in his heart while drinking tea:
"If you want to fight, go ahead and do it yourself. Don't expect me to be the vanguard."

Fang Wei waved his hand, and two disciples came forward with spears. He grasped the spear shaft and jumped onto the high platform. The nearly 100-jin iron spear seemed like nothing in his hand, causing bursts of exclamations.

With a thud, the tall and thin old man slammed his iron spear on the stage and said coldly:
"You can only scare a sick cat with all your might, but you can't scare a real tiger. No matter what means you use today, the Iron Clothes Gate's reputation will definitely not be preserved."

Monk Liu took the long sword thrown by his disciple and said with a smile:
"It would be nice to let the Divine Weapon Hall be buried with the Iron Cloth Sect."

"Just you?"

A trace of undisguised disdain flashed across Fang Wei's face. He shook the spear in his hand and suddenly, like a poisonous dragon emerging from the sea, it pierced directly into Monk Liu's heart!

Monk Liu's face turned serious. He held the knife in both hands and knocked hard to block the spear, but his own knife almost slipped out of his hands.

An inch longer, an inch stronger. Regardless of its length or weight, Fang Wei's spear has a huge advantage over Monk Liu, who is not good at weapons.

For a moment, Monk Liu could only defend himself as Fang Wei's spear swung continuously. He tried desperately to get close, but he had no chance at all.

As the saying goes, a month of stick, a year of sword, a lifetime of spear. Fang Wei has been immersed in spearmanship for his entire life. Even though his level of cultivation is not very high, his spearmanship is indeed quite good.

But apart from that, after watching a few real or fake competitions, Xie Yuan felt that it was nothing special.

He had understood before that these famous people in Panlong Town were probably no match for him in terms of strength.

But when I really stood here, I couldn't help but feel some emotion when I found that the masters I thought were masters when I was struggling to learn skills in the past, their movements were now so slow in my eyes, and I couldn't help but feel some emotion.

On the stage, Monk Liu had been hit by the spear many times, and only had superficial injuries thanks to his skilled use of the iron shirt, otherwise he would have broken bones and tendons. However, if he continued like this, defeat was only a matter of time.

Otherwise, I could think of a reason to help Master Liu take over the next one, save his reputation, and borrow books...

As Xie Yuan was thinking this, his eyes suddenly fixed in shock.

Facing the attack of the spear, Monk Liu swung his long sword and actually dodged, then used his big belly bag to hit the spear directly!

With a "whoosh" sound, the spear pierced through the abdomen and pierced Monk Liu through!

There was an exclamation from the audience, and even Fang Wei was stunned for a moment.

He didn't understand. Monk Liu could obviously dodge the shot, so why did he take the initiative to meet it?
Does he think that his iron shirt is a perfect golden bell?
At this moment, blood oozes from the corner of Monk Liu's mouth. He lets out a sinister grin, raises his long sword, and actually runs forward along the spear!
(End of this chapter)