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He Zhiqiang was taken aback. It was Lu Qingcheng, the young master of Lu Family Fortress.
Lu Qingcheng looked at him coldly, "Who stole your woman?"
He Zhiqiang was startled. "How did you know?"
Lu Qingcheng raised an eyebrow and snorted, "Just a wild guess."
He Zhiqiang's face turned bright red instantly.
"How stupid." Lu Qingcheng said with a look of contempt, "Women are like trouble. Let her be with whomever she wants. Is it necessary to cry like that?"
He Zhiqiang immediately thought of Lu Qingcheng's wife, Liu Mei, and jumped up as if he had been stabbed in the buttocks, roaring angrily, "Don't compare her to your wife. She's not that kind of bad woman, she's not. She's the best woman in the world. She has never looked down on me, she just wants to marry me. Do you hear me? She only wants to marry me."
After yelling, He Zhiqiang realized he was afraid, but in an instant, he laughed. What was there to be afraid of? He couldn't even face the woman he loved; was he even a man? He might as well be dead.
Thinking of this, he glared at Lu Qingcheng and said firmly, "She is a good woman. You are not allowed to insult her, otherwise I will not let you go even if I die."
Lu Qingcheng stared at him for a long while before saying, "Is there a stronger man who wants to marry the woman you love?"
He Zhiqiang opened his mouth but remained silent.
“Since the woman you love doesn’t look down on you, it means you’re not ashamed because your family background isn’t good enough for her.” Lu Qingcheng seemed to have a premonition.
He Zhiqiang was like a deflated balloon; what did he have to worry about? So what if he lost face? He told Lu Qingcheng the whole story, except for the other party's real name.
Strangely, he didn't speak, and Lu Qingcheng didn't ask. She just frowned and looked at him, as if she was thinking about a very important question. After a long while, Lu Qingcheng said, "Draw your sword and attack me."
He Zhiqiang didn't hesitate or have any reservations. He had completely disregarded life and death. He needed to vent the pain, anger, and humiliation in his heart. He drew his sword and pounced on Lu Qingcheng like a raging lion. However, in the blink of an eye, he was kicked over by Lu Qingcheng like a rolling ball.
Lu Qingcheng said coldly, "What's the use of brute force? You'll never win if you're so impetuous. Stand up and see how your opponent attacks. When facing an enemy, the most important thing is calmness and strong self-confidence."
These words struck He Zhiqiang's heart like a bolt of lightning.
Tong Lei suddenly stopped, assuming a fighting stance. His sword, gleaming coldly under the lamplight, pointed directly at He Zhiqiang. His posture, poised to strike, resembled that of a ruthless beast eyeing its prey. He grinned, "You're not good at swordsmanship, so you've switched to a knife. I'd like to see what you can achieve in three years."
He Zhiqiang remained silent, his gaze fixed on him with a calmness that bordered on coldness, while Lu Qingcheng's resolute voice echoed in his mind once more.
"You must never give up. If you do, you have lost completely. Stand up, come with me, and spend three years honing your skills."
Three years! Yes, he trained under Lu Qingcheng for three whole years until Lu Qingcheng made a name for herself, and he also became a lord and began to show his talent.
A faint smile appeared on He Zhiqiang's lips. "Tong Lei, tonight will be our final battle. I won't lose to you." Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. He roared, his precious sword slashing swiftly and viciously at his opponent's chest.
Tong Lei suddenly burst into laughter, roaring with unbridled joy, "Kid, is that all you've got?"
His smugness startled Zhao Yuhua, who turned pale and clutched her chest, her heart pounding like a war drum. She was filled with worry; would Zhiqiang be in danger?
It turned out that He Zhiqiang's first move was the exact same tactic he used three years ago when he fought Tong Lei to the death, all to lure Tong Lei into a trap. As he expected, Tong Lei, who had been cautious just moments before, immediately burst into laughter upon seeing He Zhiqiang use the same move from years ago, and instinctively used the same move he had used to counter He Zhiqiang. Just as he smugly thought he would succeed as easily as before, He Zhiqiang suddenly sheathed his sword, moved incredibly fast to a diagonal angle, and with a flash of light, struck Tong Lei's sword tip—its weakest point—with a clang.
Tong Lei's sword was immediately deflected, and his feet swayed slightly.
Thunderous cheers immediately erupted in the banquet hall. Zhao Yu was overjoyed and joined in, clapping and cheering enthusiastically. Judging from Liu Xicheng and the others' excitement, it must be good.
Enraged, Tong Lei's eyes flashed with chilling killing intent. He raised his sword and slashed straight down, his murderous aura startling Zhao Yu into a gasp. He Zhiqiang retaliated with a powerful backhand strike, deflecting Tong Lei's sword once more. Zhao Yu breathed a sigh of relief. Tong Lei's wrist went numb from the impact, and a sense of fear crept into his heart. He thought to himself, "I didn't expect this kid to have gotten so strong in three years. Don't panic. This kid has superhuman strength. His techniques might not be perfectly refined. As long as I don't fight head-on, and use my signature exquisite swor
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