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"Brother Han, what do you think?"

Seeing that Han Feng remained silent, Wang Defu deliberately glanced at him and asked sarcastically.

Upon hearing this, Han Feng's face turned ashen. He then took a deep breath, his expression softening slightly, and forced a smile as he said:

"How else can we tell? He's a capable person who can accept the challenge and has the title of 'Knife King,' even if it's not true, it's enough to show that Butcher Wu is quite strong."

"When he makes a move, he is naturally extraordinary. Apart from those butchers in the county, probably no one can match him."

These words, though mostly words of praise, still contained an undercurrent of sarcasm that caused Wu Chen's face to darken.

Just then, Steward Han prepared to step forward and count the number of pork belly slices cut into pieces on the slaughtering table.

When masters clash, the thickness of the meat slices cannot be discerned by the naked eye.

Therefore, they can only be distinguished by the number of slices they are cut into.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Just as Old Steward Han lifted his foot, he heard Wang Defu suddenly speak, his tone abruptly rising.

"Mr. Wu, dealing with a mere little girl shouldn't be a matter of judging victory or defeat by numbers, should it?"

"In my opinion, the outcome might be clear at a glance, so why bother with all this pretense?"

As he spoke, he looked at Han Feng again, a faint smile on his face.

"Don't you think so, Brother Han?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Feng's gaze turned cold, and he nodded slightly in response:

"While that may be true, haven't you forgotten one thing? Miss Yang is no ordinary little girl!"

"If you underestimate her, you might end up suffering a setback!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Defu couldn't help but smile. "Whether we capsize or not isn't something we can decide with words; we'll see soon enough!"

Having said that, he extended his hand and said calmly:

"Brother Han, please!"

Only then did everyone look at the slaughtering platform on the other side.

But then they discovered that Yang Xiaoman had somehow taken out a piece of coarse cloth and silently wiped the blood off the butcher's knife.

In just a short while, the blade had been polished until it shone brightly, and the edge was gleaming with a cold light.

"How can she be so calm?!"

Upon seeing this scene, Han Feng's pupils contracted involuntarily.

There are only two possibilities for someone to be so nonchalant.

Either you believe you're destined to lose, or you believe you...

Win!

Thinking of that last possibility, Han Feng's lips twitched. Even if he agreed to let Yang Xiaoman take over Chen Man's job, it would just be a case of throwing caution to the wind.

She never even considered that she could defeat the One-Eyed Sword King.

Unless Yang Chenglin comes back to life and takes action himself!

"Heh, what a show of bluffing..." Seeing the scene before him, Wang Defu was initially startled, then sneered:

"I probably haven't learned much of Yang Daowang's skills, but he's certainly mastered that imposing manner."

"Butler Han, why aren't you announcing the results yet?!"

Upon hearing this, Steward Han glanced at Yang Xiaoman subconsciously before walking to the slaughtering platform.

Upon seeing the pork belly on top, he couldn't help but frown.

The piece of pork belly lay perfectly intact on the slaughtering table, seemingly unchanged.

What was she chopping with that knife?

It can't be a performance without any props!

Butler Han's lips twitched, and he was about to speak when...

Yang Xiaoman had stopped wiping the knife and walked back to the slaughtering table with a confident air. Then she reached out her small hand and gently flicked it!

The previously motionless pieces of pork belly all fell down in one direction.

Wow!

Aside from the closest butler, Han, even Han Feng and the others not far away were startled and took a step back.

"What incredible knife skills!!"

It must be said that, regardless of the thickness, Yang Xiaoman's skill in easily revealing her technique is remarkable!

"This is nothing, I can do it too, it's just a small trick."

Seeing the surprised reactions of everyone, Wu Chen sneered and said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Wang Fude's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, immediately calmed down.

"That makes sense. After all, her father is Yang Daowang. It's understandable that he knows some crooked tricks."

"Unorthodox tricks?" Yang Xiaoman raised an eyebrow as she wrapped the butcher knife around her arm, looking at Wang Fude who was speaking.

"Instead of wasting time with nonsense, let's just look at the facts!"

Wang Fude's expression changed, and he subconsciously looked at Steward Han.

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he changed his mind at the last minute.

"Yang Daowang's swordsmanship is fierce, I never expected his daughter to be so sharp-tongued as well."

"Fine, I see you won't admit defeat until you're faced with the truth. Well then, I'll make sure you lose convincingly!"

After saying that, he stepped forward and pushed Old Steward Han aside, then reached out and grabbed the pork belly on the slaughtering table.

As soon as he touched that icy feeling, he gently pinched it between his index finger and thumb.

A thin slice of pork belly appeared in the palm of your hand.

Wang Fude glanced at it contemptuously, about to speak sarcastically, when his gaze suddenly stopped on the palm of his hand.

The next second, his eyes widened involuntarily, almost popping out of their sockets.

"This...this?!"

As if he had touched some taboo, he subconsciously shook his hand and jumped back.

His fat jiggled, and his body crashed to the ground with a dull thud, sending dust flying everywhere.

This caused Han Feng's face to darken slightly, and he subconsciously looked down at the bottom of his exquisite robe, which was covered in dust.

However, he clearly had no time to care about any of that at the moment. Instead, he curiously walked to the slaughtering platform. What exactly did Wang Defu see that caused such an exaggerated reaction?

When Han Feng saw the thin slice of pork belly that Wang Defu had almost thrown to the ground on the slaughtering table, he couldn't help but gasp!

Chen Man, who was following behind, was so frightened that he muttered to himself:

"I am not as good as him, I am far inferior to him..."

Only then did he suddenly realize how utterly absurd his behavior had been when he was with the Qi family!

Wu Chen's expression also changed drastically. After a long period of shock, he gritted his teeth and said:

"How is this possible!"

Seeing the reactions of Wang Defu and the other man, Han Feng was the first to regain his senses. He quickly suppressed his shock and pretended to be calm, saying:

"Master Wang, King Wu, what else do you two have to say?"

"In today's battle for the title of Sword King, shouldn't my Han family emerge victorious?"

He never expected that the seven-year-old girl from the Yang family, whom he looked down upon, would actually reverse the situation that was destined to be lost!

His opponent was no ordinary butcher, but Wu Chen, known as the King of Knives!

Upon hearing this, Wu Chen's face turned ashen.

The term "Knife King" that Han Feng was referring to sounded incredibly grating to him.

It felt as if an invisible giant hand was slapping his face hard!

Wang Defu quickly suppressed his fear and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Who said that? Judging the outcome based on just one piece is unreasonable!"

"At the very least, we should count them one by one, and determine the winner based on the final number!"

Upon hearing this, Han Feng couldn't help but purse his lips.

How could he not see that Wang Defu was all bark and no bite at that moment?

Just as they were about to have Steward Han take inventory, Yang Xiaoman coldly put down the butcher knife in her hand, raised her eyebrows, and said:

"Didn't Master Wang just say that defeating me doesn't require using numbers to measure victory?"

"Very well, let's try a different method of comparison today."

After speaking, she slowly looked at Butler Han.

"Please, old butler, could you please bring me a kerosene lamp?"