Lingzhang

Chapter 55: Fighting the Warrior (Part )
The previous instructions made Yue Hanzhang understand everything instantly.

He can still understand the principle that if one road is open, then all roads will be open.

When faced with the subsequent instructions, Yue Hanzhang seemed quite cautious.

Mrs. Wei never spoke without a purpose. Whenever she mentioned something, it was either because she had anticipated the possibility of that happening from a more far-sighted perspective.

Or maybe some disturbances happening behind Yue Hanzhang had already been noticed by her.

There is bound to be bloody incidents involving life and death surrounding Yue Hanzhang.

This is a reminder, a warning, and also a test.

But again, Mrs. Wei could only speak vaguely to this extent. She would always be like a shadow in the moonlight and mist, observing what Yue Hanzhang did in the storm.

Sure enough, before Yue Hanzhang could open his mouth to ask Mrs. Wei anything.

In the moonlight and mist, Mrs. Wei had an attitude of "that's all I have to say". She turned around leisurely and her figure disappeared along with the mist.

The joy that I wanted to share was not shared, but I was warned of negative tendencies, and even the last words were left in suspense.

Such things happened one after another on this cold night, and the churning of certain negative emotions inevitably made Yue Hanzhang feel depressed.

He is determined to adjust his mindset.

But at this moment, as a cultivator who has achieved something in martial arts and in the path of martial arts will of the artistic conception school.

Yue Hanzhang also began to realize the "disadvantages" of using certain extreme emotions to foster the embryonic form of martial arts will.

Once many intense emotions arise in the mind, they are more difficult to vent and dissipate than usual.

The more negative this emotion is, and the closer it is to one's own martial arts will, the more "stubborn" it is.

Therefore, from the time he went to the patrol station to hand over his shift, to the time he walked through layers of belts on the maze-like narrow road and headed towards the shantytown, Yue Hanzhang always had a gloomy face.

This overly depressed mood suddenly reached its peak when the young man suddenly stopped.

After several days, he was stopped again in the dark side of the city.

His way was blocked by a group of people, including one man.

In the distance, seven or eight young people were standing there, all with playful smiles on their faces, as if they were just out for fun, feeling relaxed and fresh.

The group of people looked either rich or noble. They blocked the road tightly. Further behind them, there were shuttles hovering in the city.

When Yue Hanzhang took a quick look, he saw at least four or five suspended mysterious black jade balls, and all the live broadcast equipment were aimed at Yue Hanzhang.

Between Yue Hanzhang and these seven or eight young men was a sturdy young man with such a sturdy build that his flesh almost grew horizontally.

The sturdy figure that can be seen at a glance has even surpassed the beauty of natural harmony, and there is only a pure and extreme concept of "power" that breaks the balance.

This is not a change that can be manifested by a cultivator after practicing martial arts.

This is a warrior!

It is full of technology and hard work.

"Yue Hanzhang, is that so? A noble person asked me to come and say hello to you and let you know..."

After hearing this, Yue Hanzhang understood exactly what Mrs. Wei's warning was about.

Among the four major families participating in the martial arts competition, there were people who did not follow the rules.

In other words, after Yue Hanzhang set the pace through Wu Xian’s live broadcast room during the day, someone “very smart” came up with this way to break the deadlock.

They were indeed at fault in some matters.

But if they can’t explain the reason clearly, they don’t have to explain it.

The source of all the troubles lies in Yue Hanzhang. As long as Yue Hanzhang's momentum is suppressed, it doesn't matter whether the genius is abandoned or the genius's "disguise" is exposed. When the noisy waves can't match Yue Hanzhang's talent, when a premature genius can no longer resonate with the emotions of millions of people.

The heat will dissipate quickly.

What remains is nothing more than how to clean up the mess.

In the past era of traffic, Yue Hanzhang had seen too many such despicable means of stirring up trouble.

The man in front of him hadn't finished speaking yet, but Yue Hanzhang could already imagine the various rhetoric and routines that followed him -

It's nothing more than a mixture of coercion and inducement, or letting Yue Hanzhang voluntarily withdraw from the martial arts competition; or simply using some emotional words to completely infuriate Yue Hanzhang, and then relying on technology and ruthless suppression to cripple Yue Hanzhang in the fight.

The process can be extremely ugly, but they just need to show Yue Hanzhang's cowardice and defeat. This result is enough for them.

However, they underestimated Yue Hanzhang's progress in martial arts, and even more so, they underestimated Yue Hanzhang's sensitivity to the rhythm of this turmoil.

Even Mrs. Wei, who spoke out to warn, underestimated Yue Hanzhang.

After he became acutely aware of these things, he knew that he could not let the person in front of him continue to act. Once those dirty words were used, people would inevitably fall into the trap of the routine and become passive.

Isn't it just to set the tone? Who can't do that? Do you really think that those few years in the Internet's toilets were wasted? !

Therefore, Yue Hanzhang even used the power of his qi and blood, and with a strong and cold snort, he interrupted the words that the person in front of him was about to say.

"A noble person? We are all ordinary people struggling for life in our base city. There are no noble people!

Also, do you outsiders like to greet people like this?
Just a few days after I mastered the art of boxing, a group of people came to this road with weapons to cause trouble, intending to defeat me.

What? We are poor people who want to rise in the martial arts world, and we are just an eyesore to you?

What I said this morning was that I wanted to limit the struggle to martial arts competitions. Let's swing our arms and fists within the competition system and determine who's better!

Since when did a martial arts competition have to start with a discussion of nobility and inferiority? Damn, what kind of logic is this!
A noble? Is this how the noble of Jichuan County secretly stabbed the martial arts students of the base city?
Is this how the nobles of Jichuan County hide their heads and show their tails, just like rats in the gutter?

Is such a scum worthy of being called a noble person?

Such a big county, Tengxia Zhu family, Lu Xu Huang Jian, what kind of shitty nobleman is behind you, do you dare to reveal his name? "

At this moment, the sonata in Yue Hanzhang's mechanical brain made his thoughts clearer than ever before. The successive questions came down on them like a torrential rain.

Moreover, as the power of Qi and blood was activated, the negative emotions accumulated in Yue Hanzhang's heart were poured out in the voice. Also gushing out was the embryonic form of the martial arts will that had been continuously nurtured under the fuel of those martial arts books.

At this moment, the soul-shaking madness and demonic aura swept towards the crowd.

On the spiritual level, everyone's instinctive fear seems to be aroused for no reason.

In an instant, the smiles disappeared from the faces of the young people in the distance.

They suddenly realized that things were not developing as they had expected, towards fun and novelty.

The moment Yue Hanzhang opened his mouth, a sense of loss of control began to lead things away from the arrogant track they had set earlier.

Even the most brainless person would know that none of Yue Hanzhang's questions were easy to answer.

They wanted to use traffic to "play with" Yue Hanzhang, but instead they let Yue Hanzhang take up the traffic first, which backfired on them.

Silence, just the silence of the cool night.

"Nothing to say?"

In the silence, Yue Hanzhang's overwhelming anger seemed to have reached its peak.

"Well, if you won't tell me, I, Yue, will ask you myself!"

(End of this chapter)