Do you have the strength to force me to join the Liangshan bandits?

Chapter 260 He Yuanqing: Bald monk, take this hammer! [3rd update, please vote!]

Wutong Mountain Village.

There is a separate training ground where a unique tug-of-war competition is currently underway!
On one side were eight burly men, each one tall and strong, with broad shoulders and thick waists!
These eight burly men stood in a row, their faces flushed red, their muscles and tendons covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, their arms gripping thick hemp ropes, their feet kicking the ground and creating small craters!

On the other side, there was only one person, eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build, who looked like an adult male.

But looking at his face, there's no hair growing around his mouth yet!

Although he was the only child on this side, he was locked in a stalemate with eight burly men on the other side.

No, using the stalemate term would be a bit insulting to him.

Because those eight burly men were exerting all their strength, yet he remained unfazed.

He even had the leisure to make sarcastic remarks:

"Put your strength up, or I'm going to really push!"

Listen, can you hear what people are saying?
The eight burly men dared not speak out in their anger, and could only let out a series of strange cries to prove that they had done their best.

"what--"

"Oh--"

"Uh--"

"That's it? That's it?"

The eight-foot-tall child pouted:
"I'm not playing with you guys anymore, it's no fun!"

He said "eight-foot-tall child" while exerting his strength.

He leaned back, his ten toes gripping the ground like the roots of an old tree, and his hands rummaged through the rope, pulling it into his arms.

"Hey hey hey——"

The eight burly men were thrown into a panic as they were dragged along by the eight-foot-tall child!

Even though their shoes were grinding the sandy ground until sparks flew, it couldn't stop them from being dragged to the other side...

The eight-foot-tall child dragged the eight burly men to his front in one go, and grinned broadly.
"You lost!"

Eight burly men looked at him with miserable expressions:
Are you still human?
"Hahaha!"

The eight-foot-tall child suddenly let go, and the eight burly men were instantly thrown backward...

The eight-foot-tall child, like Sun Wukong shading his eyes with his hand, watched them roll away, unable to contain his amusement.

"Clap clap clap!"

Two men watching nearby clapped their hands until they were swollen from the sight.
"Chief He is indeed incredibly strong!"

“Extravagant! Utterly extravagant!”

"It's boring!"

The eight-foot-tall child is already tired of this game:

"Let's do something different next time!"

The two men exchanged a glance, both feeling a bit overwhelmed; they didn't know what else they could do for fun.

Seeing that they remained silent, the eight-foot-tall child grew bored.

"Being a mountain bandit isn't fun, I'd rather go down the mountain and find some fun!"

"Hey hey hey——"

The two men immediately shouted in unison:
"Yes, yes, we know something fun too..."

Just then, a henchman came running at full speed:

"It's terrible, Your Majesty! A monk with a hairy mouth and a thunder god-like face has come up the mountain!"

"what?"

The two men were both shocked and furious:
"Where did this bald monk come from, daring to cause trouble on Wutong Mountain?"

Upon hearing this, the eight-foot-tall child immediately became interested:

"A fight's started? Oh my god—"

The two men breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the eight-foot-tall boy maintained a strong interest in fighting.

"Chief He, it's up to you now!"

The two men showered the eight-foot-tall child with praise: "You possess the courage of ten thousand men; who else could match you?"

"Wishing Leader He every success!"

"Hahaha!"

The eight-foot-tall child was very proud, and he spread his arms wide and shouted:
"Bring the hammer!"

Several henchmen worked together, panting heavily, to carry over two large hammers.

The eight-foot-tall child picked it up lightly: "You can't even lift something this light? Have you eaten yet?"

The henchmen, though angry, dared not speak out: "We haven't eaten, we haven't eaten..."

"If you haven't eaten yet, hurry up and eat, or there won't be any left."

The eight-foot-tall child glanced at the sky and said:

"I've told you so many times, eat before you come play with me, otherwise you won't have the energy!"

A few low-level henchmen: (_)(_)(_)
An eight-foot-tall child, carrying a large iron hammer in each hand, mounted a neighing horse and swung the hammer:
"Let's go fight!"

"Quack! Quack!"

Even an eight-foot-tall child's neighing horse is a fine steed; carrying several hundred pounds, it can still run on mountain roads.

"Leader, wait for us—"

Hundreds of henchmen followed closely behind his horse.

But the eight-foot-tall boy didn't wait for them at all, and just rushed down the mountain to the place of the battle.

Sure enough, on the hillside, there was a fat monk with a hairy mouth and a thunder god-like face, making a ruckus!

A leader with a thousand henchmen was forced to retreat repeatedly by this fat monk and his few hundred men.

"Bald donkey!"

The eight-foot-tall child, seeing the prey, was overjoyed and burst into laughter:

"Take this if you dare!"

This fat monk with a hairy mouth and a thunder god-like face is none other than Lu Zhishen!

Upon hearing the eight-foot-tall child call him a bald donkey, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. The local rebels were so impolite!

Lu Zhishen shouted:
"You little brat, you'd better take a whack from me first!"

"Quack! Quack!"

Taking advantage of the momentum of the charging horse, the eight-foot-tall child swung a large iron hammer and smashed it down on Lu Zhishen's bald head!

Lu Zhishen actually had a better way to deal with it, but he was so angered by the eight-foot-tall child that he insisted on challenging him!
He also swung his water-polished iron staff to meet the giant iron hammer!

"when--"

The loud bang was deafening, like a thunderclap, and everyone instinctively covered their ears.

Oh my god—

The henchmen of Wutong Mountain stared in disbelief as the eight-foot-tall child's massive iron hammer flew out!

You should know that each of these eight-foot-tall children's iron hammers weighs 120 pounds, they are incredibly heavy!

Moreover, this eight-foot-tall child has the strength of a thousand pounds at such a young age, and this is the first time he has been defeated in terms of strength!
The henchmen of Liangshan were equally dumbfounded as they stared at the water-polished iron staff in Lu Zhishen's hand!

As everyone knows, Lu Zhishen's water-polished iron staff weighed 62 jin (approximately 36 kg) and was extremely powerful when wielded!
Unexpectedly, in that head-on collision, the axe end of the Zen staff was bent!
Lu Zhishen was both shocked and furious:
"I've been saying for a long time that I want to catch one that weighs a hundred pounds!"

"It's all that blacksmith's fault. He insisted that Guan Yu's sword only weighed 81 jin and persuaded me to make one that weighed 62 jin!"

"If it were a hundred-pound fish, how could it have made a fool of itself like this?"

"Deng deng deng-"

Suddenly, he heard a commotion behind him, and Lu Zhishen turned around with a glare and a bristling beard:
It turned out that the horse belonging to the eight-foot-tall child had fallen to the ground!
The horse couldn't withstand such a powerful impact and collapsed to the ground, its four legs trembling!

The eight-foot-tall child scrambled to his feet, his palms drenched in sweat.

He didn't take it seriously; even a grown man has his pride, so he casually wiped the sweat from his palms onto his clothes.

"hiss--"

The eight-foot-tall child felt pain in his hand from wiping, and when he lifted it up, he discovered that the area between his thumb and forefinger was torn!
The eight-foot-tall child then realized that the monk with the hairy mouth and thunder god-like face was actually stronger than him!
[I'm not sure if I can finish the fourth update. Everyone, get some rest. Just leave your tickets here.]

(End of this chapter)