Chapter 16: Little Abacus

In the middle of the two groups, two unarmed teenagers were competing in fist and foot kung fu. One was fat, but his stance was stable, and his punches and kicks were powerful. It was Han Li's good friend Wang Wang Dapang, whom he had made friends with before. Don't look at Wang Wang Dapang's fat body, his skills were not weak. Following the shouts in his mouth, every punch he threw carried the wind of his fists, majestic; the other was a short person, agile in movement, like a nimble mouse. He didn't go to block Wang Wang Dapang's punches, just kept flying and moving, looking like he wanted to exhaust Wang Wang Dapang's strength before staging a desperate counterattack.

Seeing a friend in the field competing in martial arts, Han Li naturally leaned toward his friend in his heart.

After watching for a while, seeing Wang Wang Dapang still maintaining a fierce momentum, Han Li knew that he wouldn't be defeated for a while, so he put his heart down.

He looked around, wanting to find someone to ask what had happened.

Seeing a teenager standing by a rock not far from the tree he was on, watching while gesturing with his hands, and muttering in his mouth: "Hit his head, kick his waist, Aiya! Just a little bit! Right, right, kick his butt, use more strength..."

This teenager was watching with joy and talking in his mouth.

Listening to his tone, it seemed he was on Wang Wang Dapang's side.

Han Li felt this person was a bit interesting, so he climbed down from the tree slowly and walked to his side.

"This senior brother, do you know the people on the field? Why are they fighting?" Han Li looked honest.

"Do you even need to ask? Is there anyone I, Little Abacus, don't know? They are naturally for... Yi! Who are you? I've never seen you before. A newly entered disciple? No, there are still more than half a year before new disciples can enter the sect. Who exactly are you?" This person was just a bit confused and wanted to answer him, but suddenly discovered that he had never seen Han Li, and immediately became clear-headed.

"I am Han Li, a friend of that brave Wang Wang Dapang on the field." Han Li answered solemnly.

"Wang Wang Dapang's friend? I know all his friends, there's no one like you!" This person was still very vigilant.

"Oh, I've been in seclusion in a place for the past few years and haven't come out for a long time, so it's normal that you don't know me." Han Li said half-truthfully.

"Is that so? You are also a disciple who entered four years ago. I really didn't expect that there is someone I, the know-it-all, don't know in the sect." This person glanced at the clothes he was wearing and seemed to believe what Han Li said.

This person chatted with Han Li for a few more sentences and couldn't help but tell Han Li the ins and outs of this fight.

This know-it-all really lived up to his name as a know-it-all, telling Han Li in detail about the whole story.

It turned out that this matter had to be told from two people: one was Wang Yang, Wang Wang Dapang's cousin, and the other was Zhang Changgui, the son of a certain money shop owner. Both were disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect, but one was an outer sect disciple and the other was an inner sect disciple.

Although these two lived in the same town, they originally wouldn't have intersected. All of this was caused by another girl. This girl was from another town and had been promised to Wang Yang since childhood. But some time ago, when the girl went out, she was spotted by Zhang Dagonzi, who was passing by on his way home. As a result, under Zhang Dagonzi's money offensive, the girl and her parents all fell, and she was promised to Zhang Changgui instead, and Wang Yang's betrothal gifts were returned. The girl's family was poor and loved the rich, and promised her to someone else. This bad news was a big blow to Wang Yang, and Wang Yang had long been infatuated with this girl. After hearing the news, he didn't think it through and actually jumped into the river and died.

Originally, the matter ended here, and it could be considered a tragedy story that ended completely.

But Wang Wang Dapang had been close to his cousin since he was young. Hearing this, he naturally wouldn't let it go, found Zhang Changgui, and wanted to have a duel with him. The loser had to pour tea, pay respects, and kowtow to apologize to the other. Zhang Changgui was proud, but knew that his martial arts were a bit worse than Wang Wang Dapang's, so he demanded that friends could also participate, and they would have several more matches, with the total result determining the winner. Wang Wang Dapang agreed in one mouthful. Afterward, Zhang Changgui relied on having a lot of money and scattered silver everywhere, looking for good hands among the wealthy disciples in the sect to help, while Wang Wang Dapang, although he had no money, had a wide network of friends in the sect, and many middle- and lower-class friends were also willing to help.

As a result, many fellow disciples who heard the news of their competition also came to watch and cheer, forming a clear-cut, hostile, and explosive situation between the two sides.

From this teenager's tone, Han Li heard that the contradiction between the wealthy disciples and the middle- and lower-class disciples seemed to be even greater now.

A competition actually attracted so many people to watch and cheer.

"You are also helping Wang Wang Dapang, right? If they don't follow the rules, we will go up together and beat these young masters until they are peeing and flowing, so they won't dare to bully us again." This teenager's mouth hadn't stopped since the beginning.

Han Li smiled bitterly. What did the contradiction between these two sides have to do with him? It was hard to say who was right and who was wrong in this matter. After these years of meditation and practice, his original hot-blooded impulsiveness had long been worn away. Besides, he had never practiced fist, foot, or weapon martial arts, and now he absolutely couldn't beat any ordinary fellow disciple. After watching the competition, he should just honestly return to the mountain valley.

"Good!" Suddenly, the teenager shouted with joy.

Hearing this, Han Li hurriedly turned his head and looked at the field. It turned out that Wang Wang Dapang's opponent finally couldn't wait until the end, failed to dodge Wang Wang Dapang's fat fist, was punched on the forehead, and fell to the ground unconscious.

Suddenly, part of the crowd shouted "Good" loudly, while the other part had very ugly faces.

Wang Wang Dapang looked proud, cupped his fists at the surroundings, and then returned to his side with his butt sticking out, completely losing the fierceness in the competition just now.

On Zhang Changgui's side, two people also walked out and dragged the unconscious disciple back to their side.

Then, both sides walked out one person each, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword.

Both of them looked like they had explosive tempers, didn't speak, picked up the weapons in their hands, and started fighting with "ding-ding-dang-dang" sounds.

The two of them appeared to have fiery tempers as well; without a word, they swung their weapons and began to fight with a clanging din.

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