Fantasy: I can equip everything

"What are you two doing...?"

Chen Chuang walked up to him and asked, puzzled.

Yesterday, the two of them were full of ambition, thinking about making a name for themselves in Yongzhou City.

How did it wilt so quickly, in just one night?

Moreover, Chen Chuang could see that Yun Xuefeng was injured and deficient in qi and blood, perhaps even his very health was damaged.

Both of them were taken aback when they heard Chen Chuang's voice.

Sun Xiaodao slowly raised his head, and upon seeing Chen Chuang, his face lit up with joy.

But then, as if he had thought of something, he hesitated for a moment and slowly shook his head.

"Oh, my dear brother! You shouldn't get involved in this mess."

Chen Chuang plopped down between them and asked curiously, "What happened? Tell me about it."

Sun Xiaodao's mouth was slightly open, his face full of hesitation.

Yun Xuefeng was straightforward, saying directly, "The Zhao family only gave our Little Knife Society three streets."

Upon hearing this, Chen Chuang frowned immediately.

Three streets?

Is the Zhao family just taking advantage of us and then giving us a free meal?

Yongzhou City was more than ten times more prosperous than Qinghe County, and the businesses on the streets were much more lucrative.

But no matter what, three streets simply can't support so many people in the Little Knife Society.

Unlike Chen Chuang, the martial artists under Sun Xiaodao could not master a martial art simply by shouting "equipment".

They need to cultivate, and they need various materials to temper their physical bodies and accelerate their cultivation.

All of these cost money.

The livelihoods of the three streets couldn't even cover Sun Xiaodao's own cultivation resources, let alone those of so many other martial artists.

"After learning of this news last night, five of the external martial arts practitioners from the Sharp Knife Hall immediately left the gang."

Yun Xuefeng said indignantly, "Those heartless bastards! Don't they even consider who provided the resources and techniques that allowed them to reach their current level of cultivation? To kick them when they're down like this is truly..."

"Alright!" Sun Xiaodao interrupted his complaints, sighing, "Water flows downhill, and people strive for higher positions. We brothers all have our own ambitions."

"If our Little Knife Society cannot satisfy you, then we must seek another wise master."

Chen Chuang pondered for a moment, then looked at Yun Xuefeng and asked, "Brother Yun, is this injury due to a conflict with the Zhao family?"

"No, that's not it!"

Yun Xuefeng shook his head and said, "The Zhao family didn't completely leave us no way out."

"Three days from now, the five great families of Yongzhou City will engage in a deadly battle."

"This death match is an annual contest held by the five great families of Yongzhou City to distribute the city's interests."

"Each family will send one internal energy martial artist to fight to the death in the arena, regardless of life or death. Whoever's person survives the longest will reap more benefits in the following year."

"I heard that in the past, the five great families would select their own descendants. But gradually, they started selecting experts from their own subordinate forces."

At this point, Yun Xuefeng said sarcastically, "After all, the lives of the scions of great families are precious, and too many losses will affect the future of the family."

"The Zhao family promised that as long as one can survive the deathmatch and achieve a good ranking, they will fulfill one request from the faction that produced the person."

"I wanted to see if I could secure a better territory for the Little Knife Society, so I wanted to participate, but I never expected... sigh."

Yun Xuefeng, somewhat ashamed, lowered his voice and said, "A local gang under the Zhao family in Yongzhou City produced a martial artist with perfected internal strength. I was caught off guard and fell victim to that scoundrel's ambush..."

Chen Chuang stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and said quietly, "You mean, as long as you can help the Zhao family eliminate the martial artists from the other families, you can get them to do one thing?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Xiaodao quickly advised, "Xiao Chuang, you absolutely must not get involved in this matter."

"The fight to the death is dangerous; each side will undoubtedly send their top experts. Although you are powerful, what if..."

Chen Chuang smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Brother Dao, I will definitely participate in the so-called death match."

"However, it's not for the Small Knife Society."

"I do have something here that I need the Zhao family's help with."

"As for the Small Knife Society, I'll help you expand your territory after I've settled things with the Zhao family."

"Brother Dao! Have you been living too comfortably for too long and forgotten the rules of the street?"

"Territory agreements made by others don't count!"

He shook his fist and laughed, "Only what you fight with your own fist is truly yours!"

After saying this, Chen Chuang stood up, dusted himself off, and said, "Let's go, brothers, lead the way. We'll go to the Zhao family and finalize the matter of the duel."

"Then, I need to come back and catch up on some sleep."

Sun Xiaodao and Yun Xuefeng ultimately couldn't go against Chen Chuang's wishes.

They could only take him to the Zhao family compound in the city.

......

Inside the Zhao family's main hall.

Early in the morning, the people from the three branches of the Zhao family who had been allocated houses gathered here.

Zhao Jingchen, the second son of the eldest branch of the Zhao family, who had met Chen Chuang briefly at the city gate, looked at the young man opposite him with a gloomy face and said:

"Cousin! I clearly allocated ten streets in the east of the city to the Small Swords Society, so who gave you the audacity to take seven of them?"

Across from them, Zhao Jingyue, from the second branch of the Zhao family, looked radiant, completely ignoring Zhao Jingchen's murderous glare.

"Jingchen, your Little Knife Society is full of country bumpkins, they're no match for us! If we really let them represent our Zhao family in the deathmatch, they'll definitely come in last place."

"The Black Tiger Hall under my command, led by Wu Heihu, is at the peak of the Inner Strength realm. Even compared to the prodigies of our aristocratic families, the gap isn't that big."

"With him taking action, the Zhao family will surely win this year's fierce competition."

"But you have to give people something in return for doing the work, right? I'll give those seven streets to the Black Tiger Gang first. Isn't that also for the good of our Zhao family?"

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Zhao Jingchen slammed his hand on the table and said, "Bullshit! That Wu Heihu only relies on his cunning methods. What use would his tricks be if it came down to a life-or-death duel in the arena?"

Zhao Jingyue scoffed, "Then wasn't your Yun family's top disciple also severely injured by Wu Heihu yesterday?"

"Alright, alright, Jingchen, say less. Jingyue is only doing this for the good of the Zhao family. Right now, we should focus on the fight to the death. Let's give those seven streets to the Black Tiger Hall."

The eldest brother of the third branch of the family started to mediate the fight.

But his words and actions clearly showed that he was on the side of the second wife.

Zhao Jingchen stood up angrily, his face flushed, pointing at the two people opposite him, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

The hope of the Zhao family's eldest branch, whose elder brother died at the hands of a demon two years ago.

The strongest elder of the previous generation is now getting old and is nearing the end of his life.

The subordinate gangs that had been paying tribute were recently broken up by the Black Tiger Gang.

The eldest son's side has been having a very unlucky year.

The second and third branches of the Zhao family saw an opportunity and have been gradually encroaching on the territory of the eldest branch.

How important is the strength of the participants in a deathmatch?

unimportant!

The important thing is whose people go to participate.

If the eldest branch of the family fails to secure a spot this time, it's uncertain who will be in charge of the Zhao family next year.

Zhao Jingchen was irritable and even harbored resentment towards the Little Knife Society.

That Yun Xuefeng, isn't he supposed to be from the Yun family in the capital?

How come he couldn't even beat a martial artist from a gang?

Just then, a servant boy ran in.

"Young Master Jingyue, Young Master Jingchen, three people have arrived outside. They say they are from the Little Knife Society."