Xiuxiu wrapped her arms tightly around Hua Rong's waist and said, "Desperado."
Everyone laughed.
Hua Rong glanced at both monitors, walked over and casually turned them off, saying, "Brother Pang, how about we call today's match a draw?"
Pang Wanchun said, "Losing is losing, winning is winning. If I have fewer points than you, then I lost."
Hua Rong said, "But you had more arrows left than I did."
Pang Wanchun laughed and said, "It's no use if you miss. Actually, if you weren't used to shooting a barrage of arrows, you could still beat me in the end with your stamina and agility."
Hua Rong waved his hand and said, "We should base everything on actual combat. We should fire arrows at the same time on the battlefield. You are indeed three points faster than me."
After a life-or-death duel, the two men truly respected each other from the bottom of their hearts, and at this point, they became polite to each other.
Wang Yin and Fang Zhenjiang were both quick-tempered. Seeing them pushing and shoving each other, they both shouted, "A draw is fine, why make such a fuss?" They exchanged a glance and both snorted. Wang Yin asked Fang Zhenjiang, "Have you remembered who you are?"
Fang Zhenjiang said, "Even if I don't remember, I wouldn't mind fighting you again."
Wang Yin snorted and said, "Then I won't make things difficult for you!"
The two turned their backs to each other, ignoring each other. Finally, Wang Yin couldn't help but ask Fang Zhenjiang, "Are you married?"
"...No. What about you?"
"My child is already three years old..."
As Pang Wanchun packed his things, he said to Bao Jin, "Brother, I'll treat you to drinks another day."
Bao Jin said, "Don't you not drink?"
Pang Wanchun said, "There's nothing I can do about it. Who told you you couldn't drink in your past life? It would be a shame not to have a drink with someone in this life."
Thus, the third contest between Liangshan and the Eight Heavenly Kings ended in a draw. This unexpected turn of events subtly eased the animosity between the heroes and Wang Yin. Of course, the hostility between Zhang Qing and Li Tianrun, and between Li Yun and Wang Yin, was not so easily resolved.
As Wang Yin was about to descend the mountain, he couldn't resist picking up his bow again, intending to shoot a "Y" after the "W" he had just made to form the initials of his name. However, by then it was well past 10 o'clock, and while Wang Yin had enough strength, the distance was too great, and the "Y" ended up looking rather odd, more like a "C"...
So far, the feud with the Eight Heavenly Kings has come to an end. Wang Yin and the others didn't mention the next battle when they left. Apart from that mysterious night walker, I think I've already seen all of their factions.
I really don't want to deal with the Eight Heavenly Kings again. All three matches were played with their lives on the line, especially the one just now. They're quiet now; they've probably gone to recruit the other Heavenly Kings.
I asked Baojin, "How skilled are the Eight Heavenly Kings?"
Bao Jin said, "Each has its own merits, and neither is much worse than the other."
My head started throbbing: "Aren't you close to Pang Wanchun? Ask him where he lives, I'll go have a good talk with my nemesis. When will this ever end?"
Bao Jin chuckled and said, "You want to raid his hideout and have Lao Pang act as your inside man? Don't even think about it. Although the eight of us don't get along, none of us are that kind of people—besides, I don't seem to be on your side either."
I whispered, "Ungrateful wretch!"
Bao Jin chuckled and said, "But you know me, I've never been one to dredge up old grievances. The past is the past, and I don't want the Eight Heavenly Kings to reunite in the 21st century. But things don't always go my way. Maybe your rival has already found the other four. Xiao Qiang, if you want to avoid a fight, there's only one way now."
"What?"
Bao Jin solemnly declared, "Find Fang La!"
I said, "Can he really lead you to another annihilation?" I've heard a saying, "It's not the fierce enemy that's scary, it's the teammates who are stupid like pigs." Does Bao Jin really think Fang La is such a terrible commander?
Bao Jin glared at me and said, "Brother Fang is a hero, chivalrous, and magnanimous. If it were him, he would never lead people to dwell on those things from a thousand years ago. With just one word from him, the eight of us wouldn't even flinch from going through fire and water."
I said, "You mean I should find Fang La and have him act as a peacemaker?"
Bao Jin nodded vigorously.
From the moment he started talking about Fang La, the people around him had been giving him the cold shoulder. At this moment, Zhang Qing finally said slowly, "Whether Fang La is as good as you say or not, I won't argue with you about that. I just want to ask you, how do you find him?"
I was stunned too. Yeah, where can we find Fang La? This wax is different from other waxes; hardware stores and places that sell sex toys don't have it—if we don't have Fang La, how about a whip?
At this critical juncture, the heroes immediately distanced themselves from Bao Jin and ignored him.
Wu Yong suddenly asked Fang Zhenjiang, "Brother Wu Song, think carefully about when and where you recovered your kung fu?"
Everyone's eyes lit up. They all knew this strange incident was definitely related to their enemy, but they had overlooked this clue before. Today's battle had deeply affected everyone. The heroes weren't afraid of a few more powerful figures emerging, but they also wanted to get to the bottom of things. My idea was even simpler: to stop this perverse game!
After witnessing the events unfolding between Hua Pang and the other man, Fang Zhenjiang knew this was no small matter. He sat in his seat and pondered for a while before saying helplessly, "It's really hard to say. I never felt anything special, and suddenly I have kung fu."
Wu Yong said, "Then think about when was the furthest fight you've ever had—the one where you were all alone?"
Fang Zhenjiang said, "This...it seems to have been about two months ago."
Where were you working back then?
Fang Zhenjiang said with a wry smile, "People like us often travel to several places in a single day."
Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I asked, "What about Chun Kong Mountain? Did you go to Chun Kong Mountain before that?"
"Spring Sky Mountain?"
I said, "That place is full of big villas."
Fang Zhenjiang's eyes lit up when he heard the word "villa," and he said, "Now that you mention it, I remember. I've been there, and there's only one!"
Chapter Ninety-One: Dongfang Bubai
When Fang Zhenjiang said that, I excitedly grabbed him and said, "Think about it, doesn't it make you a formidable fighter just by coming out of the villa?"
Fang Zhenjiang said, "That can't be confirmed. We're just porters, not thugs. How can we fight every day?"