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The martial artists below the stage looked angry, staring at Wu Que, who was arrogant on the stage, but dared not speak out.

After all, everything he said was true, and the vast majority of martial artists present were indeed no match for him.

Most of the wandering martial artists gathered here are just here to join in the fun, and their strengths vary greatly.

The adopted son of the Dragon Gang Leader before them was a genuine ninth-grade master of the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Technique).

With such strength, they are already among the top in the field.

Apart from Zhao Hubao and a few others, the rest were simply no match for him.

Even those few who were capable of fighting were still wary and dared not offend Wu Que, fearing that it would bring trouble upon them later.

You should know that this boy has a terrible reputation in Yulong Town. He is known for his narrow-mindedness and vindictiveness.

If you severely injure him in public, you will surely face his furious revenge in the future.

Weighing the pros and cons, the martial artists who did not want to cause trouble had no choice but to endure it.

"Hmph, what a bunch of rabble."

Wu Que sneered, his eyes full of contempt. He was about to look away and close his eyes to meditate and regulate his breathing.

Unexpectedly, his series of sarcastic remarks finally angered a hot-blooded young swordsman.

A young man just entering the martial world, full of youthful vigor, how could he endure such humiliation?

Unable to contain his anger, he immediately leaped onto the high platform.

The green-bladed longsword pointed directly at Wu Que, and he said loudly:

"You rude wretch! Don't be so disrespectful!"

"Today, I, your humble servant, will witness your superior skills!"

Before he could finish speaking, the boy's wrist flicked...

The sound of a sword rang out, and a sudden thrust of the Wind Chaser Sword was unleashed.

The sword flashed, swift as the wind, tearing through the air and arriving so fast that only a cold glint remained.

Clearly, the young man's willingness to step onto the stage and fight him indicates that he possesses some skill.

Wu Que underestimated his opponent and was unable to dodge in time.

The sword's edge grazed his cheek, leaving a fine, bloody gash, which slowly trickled down his chin.

He raised his hand to touch the bloodstain on his cheek, his eyes instantly filled with malice, his violent aura surging, and his expression ferocious.

"You...how dare you hurt my face?"

"Good, very good, you've got guts!"

Wu Que valued and cherished his fair and clean face.

If his face were disfigured, why would the gang leader betroth his daughter to him?

If he fails to marry the gang leader's daughter, how can he become the leader of the Fish and Dragon Gang?

"Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

Enraged, Wu Que's fingers suddenly tensed, his knuckles cracking.

Fine scales faintly appeared on his hands, and a fierce and violent aura suddenly spread out.

With a single step, he suddenly closed in and pounced forward fiercely.

The boy was startled and dared not be negligent.

He hurriedly urged the Wind Chaser Sword on again, its momentum continuous and its cold light flashing, trying to force it back.

But Wu Que neither dodged nor avoided; his claws suddenly shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, with a gust of wind howling.

Suddenly, he clenched his five fingers together and actually gripped the sword blade tightly, unleashing his inner strength in an instant!

"Click—"

The longsword, forged from fine iron, broke in two on the spot.

The boy was shocked and hadn't recovered when Wu Que's other dragon claw reached out and headed straight for his vital chest.

With a single grab, the skin was torn open and the internal energy surged straight into the internal organs, fierce and domineering, crushing tendons and bones, extremely ruthless.

"puff!"

A mouthful of scalding hot blood gushed out.

The boy was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the platform and losing consciousness on the spot.

The audience below the stage were all horrified by this scene and instinctively avoided the boy who looked like a lump of mud.

Anyone with eyes could see it...

Wu Que's claw attack just now was insane; it not only injured the boy's internal organs but also crippled his bones.

Even if he manages to save his life, his martial arts will be completely severed, and he will become a useless cripple.

"Thump."

At a tea stall in the distance, Fang Chang gently placed his teacup on the table, making a soft sound.

This scene inexplicably reminded him of that Commander Yang.

That person was also skilled in palm techniques, and shattered his bones with a single palm strike.

Cutting off his path forward, ruthless and domineering, just like Wu Que at this moment, equally despicable.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"

"This mere greenhorn dares to come up on stage and provoke me?"

Wu Que glanced at the boy who was paralyzed and unconscious in the audience, his disdain and contempt undisguised.

His gaze swept over the sea of ​​people below the stage, his voice rising several decibels, his arrogance overflowing:

"Now, who dares to come forward and experience my Dragon Claw Hand? Bring it on!"

The lessons learned from the past are still fresh in our minds.

The martial artists below the stage instinctively took a half step back, and after exchanging bewildered glances, none of them dared to step onto the stage to accept the challenge.

"Good heavens!"

"This kid actually has some skill!"

"Iron Slave, do you think you can beat this kid?"

The chubby boy's eyes widened, his heart burning with excitement. He reached out and patted the shoulder of the iron slave beside him, asking with a face full of anticipation.

Tie Nu scratched his head and replied truthfully in a muffled voice, "Young master, I have only practiced the Wild Ox Technique to increase brute strength, and I have only just achieved minor mastery of the Tendon-Changing Technique."

"Let alone this young master Wu on the stage, even the boy who was just knocked off the stage is no match for me."

Upon hearing this, the chubby boy's face immediately fell, and he shook his head with a look of disgust.

"What a waste of that bottle of Sheng Sheng He He Gao (a traditional Chinese medicine ointment)! It's completely useless!"

"Fortunately, we still have my brother-in-law. With his strength, if he makes a move, he'll definitely make that kid surnamed Wu suffer a terrible fate."

Tie Nu was honest and straightforward, and upon hearing this, he nodded in deep agreement.

As a fellow martial artist, he could sense Fang Chang's power even more.

First, he was besieged by the Xingxing, but Young Hero Fang dealt with the Blood-Eyed Xingxing without breaking a sweat, scaring away the rest of the demons in one fell swoop.

Although he didn't know Fang Shaoxia's exact cultivation level, he figured it couldn't be too low.

The two of them, oblivious to everyone else, chatted back and forth, attracting the attention of many martial artists.

On stage, Wu Que's gaze followed everyone's and turned towards them.

Perhaps because of the tragic state of the boy just now, the martial artists below the stage fell silent.

As luck would have it, Wu Que overheard their entire conversation.

His face immediately darkened, and his eyes turned sinister.

"How dare you! It's that fat bastard again!"

"Go! Drag them all up on stage and slap them!"

"I'd like to see who his brother-in-law is, daring to speak so arrogantly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lackeys of the Fish and Dragon Gang hurriedly agreed.

The next moment, seven or eight men walked aggressively toward Fang Chang and his group.

Those wandering martial artists along the way all gave way, fearing they might get caught in the crossfire.

"Young master, quickly hide behind me..."

Iron Slave noticed this and quickly protected the chubby boy.

Seeing this, the chubby boy knew perfectly well that he had gotten himself into trouble.

He turned pale with fright and quickly shrank behind Tie Nu, secretly slapping himself a few times.

This time I've learned my lesson and realized what it means to have trouble with what you say.

However, it can't be entirely blamed on him.

After all, not everyone is like Wu Que, so narrow-minded that he can't stand even the slightest bit of criticism...