I asked you to go hunting, and you ended up wearing a yellow robe?

"Liu San, shut your stinking mouth!" Chen Chong's face darkened.

"Boss Chen, we brothers respect you because you're strong and can lead us to kill bandits and eat meat." Another man with a scarred face stepped forward, pointing at Qi Shan, "But what makes him so great? Just because he killed twenty bandits all by himself? Nobody believes that! Who knows if you officials are protecting each other and giving him all the credit?"

"Exactly! That night, my brothers and I fought the Black Dragon Stronghold too, and we killed just as many as he did! Why is he the head constable while we're just common soldiers?"

"I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this!"

Immediately, public sentiment was agitated.

These unruly men surrounded Qi Shan, and the murderous aura they exuded from the battlefield was enough to make ordinary people's legs go weak.

Chen Chong was so angry that his face turned pale. He was about to draw his sword when Qi Shan stopped him.

Qi Shan's face remained expressionless, his calm gaze sweeping over everyone.

He suddenly laughed.

"Are you done talking?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Now that you've finished speaking, it's my turn to speak."

Qi Shan stepped forward, looked around at the crowd, and said, word by word, "I know you're not convinced. You think I'm young, and you think my achievements are fake."

"It's okay."

"I'm the kind of person who likes to reason things out."

He pointed to the weapons rack in the courtyard.

"Today, I'll give you a chance. Anyone who disagrees, step forward and fight me."

"If you can last ten rounds against me, you can take the position of head constable."

These words caused an uproar in the room!

Chen Chong panicked even more: "Qi Shan! Are you crazy! They..."

Qi Shan waved his hand, interrupting him.

His gaze fell on the tallest and strongest man in the crowd.

The man was nearly nine feet tall, broad-shouldered and burly, with a dark face as black as the bottom of a pot. He didn't utter a word from beginning to end, but the disdain in his eyes was stronger than anyone else's.

"You, it's you." Qi Shan pointed at him. "Come here."

Meng Da, the burly man with a dark face, was taken aback for a moment, then grinned maliciously and stepped out from the crowd.

"Good lad, you've got guts!" he grumbled. "Boss Chen said I, Meng Da, am the best fighter in this compound. If you can beat me, we brothers will acknowledge you as our leader from now on!"

"Okay." Qi Shan nodded, turned around and took a wooden sword used for training from the weapon rack.

Then, he put his left hand behind his back.

"I'll give you a handicap with one hand; you can choose any weapon you like."

"Arrogant!"

Meng Da roared in anger, feeling utterly insulted.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed a heavy horse-slaying saber from the weapon rack, gripped it tightly with both hands, and with a burst of power from his feet, he swung it down at Qi Shan like an enraged black bear!

The blade whistled sharply through the air, its force immense!

Chen Chong's heart was in his throat.

Meng Da was his most valiant general, who once cleaved a cavalryman and his horse in two with a single stroke on the battlefield, possessing immense strength.

Qi Shan tried to block the attack with a wooden sword using only one hand; wasn't that just courting death?

The constables nearby all wore gloating sneers, as if they could already see Qi Shan being cleaved in two by a single blow.

However, the next moment, everyone's expressions froze on their faces.

Faced with that thunderous strike, Qi Shan neither dodged nor evaded.

Just as the blade was about to reach the tip, he flicked his wrist.

"Ding!"

A crisp, clear sound of impact.

It wasn't the sound of a wooden knife shattering as I had imagined.

Qi Shan's wooden sword, at an extremely tricky angle, precisely struck the side of the spine of the horse-slaying sword.

A clever force came, and Meng Da felt a great force coming from the blade. The horse-slaying sword, which weighed dozens of kilograms, was pulled to the side and missed its target. The enormous force made him stagger.

good chance!

Meng Da, a veteran of countless battles, remained calm despite the shock. He spun around and swept his long sword across Qi Shan's waist and abdomen!

Fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Qi Shan seemed to have anticipated his movements, taking only half a step back and leaning back slightly, the blade almost grazing his clothes.

At the same time, the wooden knife in his hand moved.

Like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, it flashes by.

"Snapped!"

Another crisp sound.

The tip of the wooden sword landed precisely on Meng Da's right wrist, which was gripping the sword.

Meng Da felt a numbness in his wrist, as if he had been stung by a scorpion, and his fingers involuntarily loosened.

The heavy broadsword fell to the ground with a clang.

Before he could react, Qi Shan had already closed in and gently hooked his ankle with his right foot.

Meng Dadun felt his lower body lose its balance and fell backward.

A cold sensation came from his throat.

He lowered his head and saw only the tip of the wooden knife pressed quietly against his Adam's apple.

Just one more inch and I could pierce his throat.

The whole process was incredibly smooth and fast!

From the moment Meng Da drew his knife to the moment he fell to the ground and was subdued, only two breaths had passed!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the scene.

Meng Da, who was once so arrogant and had killed five ruthless bandits, has just... been defeated?

Such a clean and thorough defeat!

Is this guy even human?!

Chen Chong's mouth dropped open, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He knew Qi Shan was strong, but he never expected him to be this incredibly strong!

This isn't martial arts, this is... art!

The art of killing!

Qi Shan sheathed his wooden sword, looked down at Meng Da on the ground, and spoke calmly.

"Ten moves, is that enough?"

Meng Da lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky. After a while, he suddenly sprang up and dusted himself off.

He showed no anger, no shame, only shock and... fervor!

He walked up to Qi Shan without hesitation, knelt down on one knee with a thud, clasped his hands in a fist, bowed his head, and spoke in a booming voice!

"Your subordinate, Meng Da, greets the Chief Constable!"

Behind him, the dozen or so troublemakers who had initially looked defiant now looked at Qi Shan with disdain, awe, and finally, fervent worship.

They exchanged a glance and then simultaneously knelt on one knee.

"Greetings, Chief Constable!"

The sounds merged into one, resounding throughout the entire backyard of the county government office.

Qi Shan looked at the group of people kneeling before him and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The first cornerstone of this chaotic world has finally been laid... solidly.

After explaining the basic requirements, Qi Shan asked everyone to stand up.

Chen Chong suddenly said, "Brother Qi, we should handle yesterday's spoils gently."

Qi Shan: "Spoils of war?"

How could he have forgotten about that?

The bandits came down the mountain with many warhorses and weapons, and more importantly, food supplies for hundreds of men.

The grain from the homes of the deceased villagers also became part of this spoils of war.

There should be quite a few.