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

Chapter 367 Gou Zheng: Martial arts practitioners inevitably experience bumps and bruises! [3rd update, please vote!]

Gou Zheng: "Do it!"

After downing a bowl of wine in one gulp, Gou Zheng let out a cold snort:
"I want to publicly challenge a Red Turban leader!"

"Let these bumpkins from Liangshan know that the 'Eight Generals of the South' are not just a name without substance!"

Although Gou Zheng joined Liangshan, he had already crossed the threshold and naturally looked down on these rough-and-tumble heroes.

Zhang Wei earnestly advised him:
"Brother, you already said that the leader of the Red Turbans is Cai Fu's sworn brother, so why do you still want to challenge them?"
Even if you win, you won't get anything out of it!

"It does not matter!"

Gou Zheng let out a burp:

"I want to show them that we brothers are not pushovers!"

"Besides, it's just a friendly sparring match. They won't be sore losers, will they?"

"inappropriate!"

Liu Yun shook his head:

"Now that we've followed Brother Cai Fu, we should know our limits and know when to advance and retreat!"

"If you're just here to spar, that's fine. But if you have ulterior motives, I advise you to forget about it!"

Gou Zheng got angry and slammed his fist on the table: "We're brothers, aren't you going to help me?"

"I'm only advising you because we're brothers!"

Liu Yun said firmly:

"Be more down-to-earth. If you make contributions, your brother will naturally promote you!"
Why bother causing trouble?

Zhang Wei: "That's right!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Gou Zheng couldn't take it anymore, and coupled with the alcohol he'd had that day, a surge of anger rose to the top of his head:

"If you won't help me, I'll go myself!"

"you--"

Liu Yun hurriedly tried to grab him, but Gou Zheng had already stood up and strode out!
"stop!"

Liu Yun and Zhang Wei chased after him, but seeing Gou Zheng heading straight for the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness in a menacing manner, they had no choice but to follow and persuade him.

As a result, the more Gou Zheng tried to persuade him, the more agitated he became, and like a fighting cock, he swung his hand away from Liu Yun and Zhang Wei:

Don't pull me!

"Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, I would still find a Red Turban leader to spar with!"

Liu Yun and Zhang Wei were speechless.

Although they were listed as the "Eight Great Generals of the South," it was impossible for all eight of them to be as close as brothers.

In fact, they were just colleagues with a good relationship with Gou Zheng, and when they arrived in Shandong, they were practically fellow townsmen.

But what could Liu Yun and Zhang Wei do if they couldn't stop Gou Zheng?
They can't just tie Gou Zheng up, can they?

Left with no other choice, Liu Yun and Zhang Wei chose to stay out of it to avoid being implicated by Gou Zheng.

Gou Zheng stormed into the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness, just as Lu Junyi, Wu Song, and Han Shizhong were chatting idly.

Upon seeing Gou Zheng barge in aggressively, Wu Song frowned and asked in a deep voice:

"Brother Gou, is something the matter?"

Gou Zheng glanced at Lu Junyi and then at Wu Song. Both of them were leaders of the Red Turban Rebellion. Which one should he choose?
After hesitating for a moment, Gou Zheng decided to choose Wu Song, since Wu Song was a size smaller than Lu Junyi.

Lu Junyi was nine feet tall, like a god descended to earth, and even sitting there made Gou Zheng feel immense pressure.

"Greetings, three elder brothers!"

Gou Zheng clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, then stared at Wu Song:

"I would like to have a martial arts spar with Brother Wu Song!"
"I wonder if Brother Wu Song could offer you some guidance?"

again!
Lu Junyi and Wu Song exchanged a glance, and they knew that the "Eight Generals of the South" would not be so well-behaved.

Han Shizhong was too embarrassed to meet their gazes, after all, Gou Zheng was following in Han Shizhong's footsteps...

Their eyes met, and Lu Junyi raised an eyebrow:

Do him?

Fuck him!

Wu Song stood up casually: "Brother Gou, would you like to compete with weapons or with fists and feet?"

Gou Zheng: "Weapons!"

Lu Junyi kindly advised him: "We are all heroes of Liangshan. I'm afraid that swords and spears have no eyes and could damage our harmony."

"Brother Gou, how about we have a fistfight instead?"

They are afraid!

Gou Zheng got even more excited when he heard this:

"It's alright, it's inevitable for martial arts practitioners to bump into things!"

"Even if we make a mistake, a few minor injuries are nothing to worry about. After all, there's the legendary doctor An Daoquan on the mountain!"

It's true what they say, good advice is useless against a damned ghost; even long arms can't hold back a short-lived leg!

Lu Junyi shook his head: "In that case, be careful."

"Let's spar, but stop when we've reached the point of exhaustion."

Gou Zheng was already impatient and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wu Song:

"Brother Wu Song, see you in the square!"

Do you still want to go out and embarrass yourself?

Wu Song kindly advised him:
"Brother Gou, why don't we just have a casual exchange of blows in the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness?"

"I can't use my broadsword effectively in the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness!"

How could Gou Zheng agree to a duel in the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness? Without anyone watching, wouldn't that be like wearing fine clothes in the dark?
Wu Song shook his head: "Then see you in the square!"

Wu Song always carried his pair of snowflake-patterned iron daggers with him, so he waited calmly at the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness.

A moment later, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard outside.

Wu Song exchanged a glance with Lu Junyi and Han Shizhong, and then walked out together.

But the square in front of the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness was already packed with people...

Gou Zheng, fully armed and wielding a large sword, rode a tall horse back and forth arrogantly!
His grand arrival on horseback naturally attracted the attention of all the heroes on the mountain.

Han Shizhong's face darkened: "Brother Gou, you mean a martial arts competition, a mounted battle against my seventh brother on foot?"

"of course not!"

Gou Zheng blushed: "I am skilled in both mounted and foot combat, so please do as you please!"

"It doesn't matter."

Wu Song chuckled and said, "I can fight on foot from either side."

"Brother Gou is skilled in mounted combat, so let's have mounted combat then."

real or fake?

Han Shizhong glanced at Wu Song with concern. He knew Wu Song's prowess, of course, but what about infantry versus mounted combat...?

Han Shizhong then looked at Lu Junyi, only to see Lu Junyi calm and composed, stroking his beard as if he had everything under control.

No way?
Han Shizhong thought to himself: If the infantry defeats the cavalry, my seventh brother will be invincible!

Liu Yun and Zhang Wei exchanged a glance: Cavalry is naturally superior to infantry, is the "Heaven-Shaking Lion" underestimating its enemy?

Although they did not support Gou Zheng, they were still known as the "Eight Generals of the South" together with Gou Zheng!
If Wu Song doesn't take Gou Zheng seriously, isn't that the same as not taking them seriously?

Liu Yun and Zhang Wei were quite uncomfortable and wanted to see if Wu Song was really as fierce as the rumors made him out to be!

If Wu Song really became the leader of the Red Turbans because he swore brotherhood with Cai Fu, that would be too unfair!

"Indeed! Brother Wu Song is the king of infantry!"

Gou Zheng was overjoyed and quickly began by praising Wu Song:

"Brother Wu Song, please spare my life!"

Wu Song's lips curled into a mocking smile, just like his elder brother's:
"Brother Gou, you're too kind. Perhaps I'm the one begging you to spare my life!"

"you are welcome!"

Gou Zheng couldn't wait any longer. He spurred his horse, pushing it towards Wu Song.

"Brother, catch the knife!"

"Quack! Quack!"

The four hooves thundered like war drums, and Gou Zheng raised his broadsword, his eyes fixed on Wu Song's head:

I won't cut off his head, I'll just shave off a handful of his hair, so as not to hurt him and to show off my power!
Wu Song stood there, holding his twin swords, unmoved as a mountain, his imposing aura deliberately concealed...

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