After setting down Young Master Junshan, Gao Dashan stepped onto the dueling platform.
"Give up." After two cups of tea, watching the spirited man who had been knocked down and then stood up again by Xianyu Geng, only to be knocked down again and still get up again, Eleven said with a heavy heart.
"He's buying time for his master."
"Huh?" Eleven turned to look at Rong Ye.
"The longer he persists, the more energy he can exhaust the opponent, thus increasing Wei Zhuofeng's chances of winning."
Is that so?
Eleven's round eyes trembled slightly as he looked down at the audience.
His cold, stern face remained unmoved; Wei Zhuofeng stood there, as serene as the autumn sun.
Its enormous body slammed heavily onto the ground with a terrifying sound.
It's over, everyone's thinking.
The blood-stained giant hand moved, its head touching the ground, managing to prop itself up a tiny distance as it tried to stand up again.
That's enough.
Light footsteps sounded in my ears, and a silver pattern of embroidered chrysanthemums appeared before my eyes. It was an emblem that only the next head of the Wei family could possess.
"Step back, mountain."
Though his voice was cold, he knew his master's heart was not. "Please be careful."
With sword-like eyebrows and dragon-like eyes, Wei Zhuofeng stared intently at Xianyu Geng. "The Wei family is a family lineage, and Wei Zhuofeng is its heir."
In the shadows, Wei Changfeng watched his younger brother fighting hand-to-hand on the stage, a glint of light appearing in his dead fish eyes.
"Why doesn't the Third Young Master use a whip?" Luo Chuan asked.
"Because the Northern Barbarians don't use weapons." He understood perfectly.
My third brother was like this from a very young age; he always valued fairness and would not resort to trickery even if he was less skilled than others.
This is Zhuofeng's pride, but also its weakness.
This Northern Barbarian possesses great internal strength and is skilled in hand-to-hand combat. If this continues, Zhuofeng will definitely not be his match.
He looked on with concern and saw that his younger brother was indeed at a disadvantage.
With a single move, "Dragon Gathering at the Top," Xianyu Geng forced Wei Zhuofeng to kneel on one knee.
"Why not use weapons?" Xianyu Geng asked, looking at the long whip at his waist.
“Because,” Wei Zhuofeng said, narrowing his eyes, “you are not worthy of this whip.”
With a resounding clash of palms, the fighting platform broke, and before the dust had even settled, two figures could be vaguely seen, locked in a fierce battle that raged through the air and pierced the ground.
"Go ahead and use your whip. I don't want to fight someone who plays to their weaknesses and avoids their strengths." Xianyu Geng threw a heavy punch, sending Wei Zhuofeng staggering back ten feet before he regained his footing.
Bloodstains appeared on the white handguard. Wei Zhuofeng took out a long whip and, just when everyone thought he was about to make a move, suddenly threw the whip onto the dueling platform.
"Idiot!" Wei Changfeng cursed under his breath from the sidelines.
"Young Master!"
Seeing Xianyu Geng, enraged and furious, unleashing his astonishing true energy to launch a full-scale attack, Gao Dashan shouted loudly.
I'd rather break my bones than lose my reputation.
Shi Ying is willing to sacrifice everything, even his life, to uphold the honor of his family.
His true energy surged forth, and the shimmering fabric around his body rippled like drifting clouds in the sky. Undeterred, he caught the attack with a backhand.
Even if you feel an irresistible urge to retreat, you must never give up, never.
Wei Zhuofeng gritted his teeth and endured it, the sticky dripping blood staining the silver patterns on the embroidered chrysanthemums.
"Upholding the principles of a gentleman also requires discerning whether the other party is a villain!"
At the sound of Xiao Kuang's warning from below the stage, Wei Zhuofeng's eyes suddenly trembled. He saw Xianyu Geng using one hand to intimidate him while taking a long sword from his own weapon rack with the other.
It turned out that Xianyu Geng had calculated that he couldn't use the whip, and thus forced him to choose from the eighteen weapons the official had prepared.
Then, the blade was raised high, gleaming coldly in the midday sun.
Two figures flew up from the sidelines, one was Xiao Kuang and the other was Wei Changfeng, but they were knocked to the ground by a powerful palm strike before they could get close to the stage.
"Xianyu Shirong!"
"If you want to save people, you'll have to get past me first."
The two attacked together, but the ugly old man grabbed them one by one.
"Leave this to me." Taking advantage of the handover, Wei Jiu created an opening for Xiao Kuang.
Taking out the yellow flag from his sleeve, Xiao Kuang was about to leap onto the stage when he was grabbed by a withered old hand. With a move called "Dragon's Roar Across the Nine Heavens," a powerful current of energy surged upwards, as if his body was being tightly sucked in. Xiao Kuang and Wei Jiu were unable to exert any force or get close, and could only watch helplessly as the life-saving yellow flag turned to ashes in the palm wind.
Meanwhile, the arena was not still.
The blade moved downwards inch by inch until it fell.
It's too late.