Chapter 34

The cold moonlight cast onto the martial arts arena, and the ground looked like mercury.

Several people stood on the eaves of the martial arts hall.

Yang Dongxiong stood on the front eaves, watching the roaring boy below, watching him grit his teeth in hatred, his face ferocious, but he did not stop this farce.

Beside the crowd, the apprentice who had been dragged to explain the cause and effect had sweat pouring down his forehead, trembling with fear.

"I'm going!"

Liang Qu suddenly let go, shaking off the two men's restraint, and returned to the center of the field amidst the calls.

The moonlight shone sideways on Liang Qu's sharp face, light and shadow interlacing. His high-bridged nose cast a shadow, leaving one of his eyes hidden in the shadow, while the other was calm and expressionless.

Ten steps apart, the two sides confronted each other.

One side had one person, the other had seven.

Moonlight and lamplight shone through the night.

Liang Qu stood very straight, like a drawn sharp sword, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

That bastard is really good at putting on an act.

Lu Tingcai became increasingly annoyed, especially when he saw the gazes of the female apprentices nearby; he was on the verge of going crazy. He reached out and grabbed a wooden stick from the weapon rack on the side.

The martial arts hall did not forbid sparring and had weapon racks, but to prevent young people from getting truly angry, there were only wooden sticks, no sharp weapons.

Lu Tingcai turned his head: "A newcomer, I alone am enough. Let him know what awe is."

Everyone nodded; they felt the same way.

With so many people watching, if the seven of them really went up together, it would be too shameful.

Lu Tingcai swung the stick, sneered, and slowly stepped forward, like a small mountain.

He was a full 1.9 meters tall and could completely look down on Liang Qu, who hadn't fully developed.

Especially as the distance closed, his imposing manner became even more startling.

Li Libo and Chen Jiechang were behind Liang Qu, swallowing their saliva, but no matter how they called out, Liang Qu acted as if he hadn't heard.

Lu Tingcai stepped forward, getting closer and closer. When he reached a distance of three meters, he gave a ferocious grin, suddenly kicked the ground, and rushed over like a sharp arrow.

Power rose from the ground. Lu Tingcai tensed his whole body's muscles, every inch exerting force and rotating, transferring from the center of his left foot to his right hand, and then onto the short stick.

He held the egg-thick wooden stick high and smashed it down at Liang Qu's crown. The wooden stick tore through the wind, carrying a startling whistling sound.

Lu Tingcai couldn't wait to see the scene of Liang Qu's head being broken and bleeding. Driven by anger, such an angle and speed were the most perfect performance, almost exceeding his expectations.

Looking at his opponent, who was as motionless as a wooden man, a sense of violent pleasure rose in his chest.

Liang Qu remained calm. Until the shadow of the stick was right before his eyes, he stepped forward, reached out and pinched Lu Tingcai's wrist, twisted it downward, and with great force, easily snatched the wooden stick from his hand, and with a casual slap, knocked him to the ground.

A silence fell, so quiet that one could hear the wind in the distance.

Everyone's pupils dilated at this moment; the outcome was decided in just an instant of exchanging hands.

Almost no one saw Liang Qu's movement; it was too fast and too ruthless.

Li Libo and Chen Jiechang behind Liang Qu opened their mouths wide, as if something was blocking their throats.

The crickets started chirping again.

The moonlight shone on the top of Lu Tingcai's head, cold as ice. His wrist was swollen, and he covered his face, pale, completely unable to understand what had happened.

What's going on? Did I just, did I just get slapped?

In an instant, the veins on Lu Tingcai's forehead bulged, jumping wildly. He supported himself on the ground with his hands, suddenly jumped up, and swung his fist to smash it down.

Liang Qu grabbed Lu Tingcai's forearm with one hand to block it, and another slap landed on his face, a clean and neat "slap" sound.

Everyone saw it clearly, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Lu Tingcai sat on the spot, dazed, unable to believe it. An indescribable shame and anger surged into his heart. He panted twice on the ground like a dog, wanting to jump up again.

Liang Qu, however, did not give him another chance to counterattack. He stepped forward, and the short stick in his hand swept out horizontally.

Lu Tingcai only saw the wooden stick turn into a residual shadow, sweeping over and hitting his side face heavily. A mouthful of fresh, sweet blood sprayed out, and he rolled to the ground. Half of his face was completely numb; he didn't know if the entire row of teeth on one side had fallen out.

Liang Qu lowered his eyebrows, looked at the few broken teeth on the ground, and stepped forward.

"Don't come over!" Lu Tingcai covered his face and roared in fear!

"Quick, quick, go up!"

At this time, the other six people who were dazed reacted and rushed forward, calling out.

Liang Qu took another step, held the wooden stick high, wanting to knock out the teeth on the other side of Lu Tingcai's mouth, but roars had already come from in front of him.

Liang Qu took a step, bowed his waist, kicked the ground with his left knee bent at ninety degrees, twisted his waist, and the short stick whistled, drawing a large arc in the air!

Xue Dingyi was hit in the chin by the short stick. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire face twisted and deformed, and he rolled to the ground.

Like boiling water pouring on a snowball, the few people behind Xue Dingyi hurriedly retreated to both sides.

On the other side, the short and sturdy villain who rushed over gave a low roar and swung his stick to smash at Liang Qu's shoulder, but a terrible palpitation suddenly enveloped him. The blood in his heart seemed to flow backward for a moment, and his movements became chaotic.

Liang Qu stepped forward, swung the short stick to hit the short and sturdy villain's wrist. Before Liang Qu could relax, an unstoppable violent force was transmitted to Liang Qu's arm. Liang Qu's body paused, he endured the rolling blood and energy, pulled back the short stick, turned his wrist, pointed the stick out, and hit the comer's dantian.

The comer couldn't catch his breath, his body swayed for a while, and he fell to the ground.

The remaining three roared and swarmed up, swinging their wooden sticks down. There were too many and too dense. Liang Qu blocked two, but someone jumped up and swung it onto Liang Qu's head.

Liang Qu felt his entire skull vibrate like an iron bell being struck, and blood overflowed from his nose and mouth at the same time.

Then one climbed up from behind and hit his back again. Liang Qu stared, almost tearing the corners of his eyes. He held his breath, the veins on his forearm twisted like snakes, kicked the person in front away, turned around and swept horizontally. The person who climbed up couldn't dodge in time and had his side ribs broken by a stick.

There were too many people, and those who fell stood up again. Four or five sticks swung down at the same time. He blocked two, but there were always three hitting his body.

The martial arts arena was in a mess in an instant. The development of things exceeded everyone's expectations, and everyone stared blankly, not knowing what to do.

Blood-stained wooden sticks, ferocious expressions, torn muscles, silver-bright full moon, flickering candlelight, cold eyes, the sky full of stars flickering...

One figure after another rushed up, and the short stick hit Liang Qu's body, but he seemed to have no pain. Relying on his physical fitness, he swung out stick after stick, knocking the figures pressing over away.

Lu Tingcai and the others climbed up slower and slower, and the force of the sticks in their hands became lighter and lighter.

But Liang Qu's anger became more and more vigorous, and the stick in his hand seemed to want to split people in half!

The blood-filled face was twisted, and the cold night became terrifying.

Someone threw out the short stick in their hand and replaced it with a blue brick, but before it hit Liang Qu, it was smashed together with the person.

The short stick suddenly broke, and Liang Qu suddenly rushed forward, hugged a person's waist and abdomen and smashed it to the ground. The person rolled his eyes and let go of the short stick in his hand.

Liang Qu reached out and grabbed the man's hair, lifted his head and smashed it hard against the ground. The hard yellow mud ground was smashed into a pit, and his face was smashed into a mess.

Another stick hit his back. Liang Qu ignored the soreness, forced a breath, grabbed the short stick and turned over, swung a circle, and the person was knocked to the ground again, with several ribs broken.

Liang Qu swung the stick and turned around, but swung into the air.

There was no one standing anymore.

He lowered his head, the ground was full of blood and broken teeth.

Round blood beads dripped from the head of the stick.

Liang Qu knelt on the ground, and behind him were wailing young people scattered everywhere. His side cheek bulged, he pushed it with his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and the throat blocked by blood stasis breathed smoothly again.

"Hoo."

Liang Qu took a deep breath, supported the wooden stick in his hand on the ground, the torn muscles trembled and squeezed out the last bit of strength, swaying and supporting his body to stand up, standing straight in the center of the field.

Li Libo and Chen Jiechang opened their mouths completely, unable to make a sound.

The apprentices on the edge of the martial arts arena fell into a strange silence.

Liang Qu spat out a long breath leisurely, unable to hide his exhaustion and injuries.

Fighting seven alone was too reluctant.

And...

Liang Qu looked up and saw the person standing on the eaves under the moonlight.

With a fusion degree approaching fifty, he was already able to slightly control blood, but unfortunately, the precision was not enough, and it could only act on the heart where blood was most concentrated, causing a very short-term backflow.

But Liang Qu only used it once. When he twisted his body to sweep, he saw the person on the roof, guessed who the comer was, and dared not use it again.

"Lu Tingcai, Xue Dingyi, Yu Weilong, Xiang Quji... you seven don't need to come to the martial arts hall anymore!"

The dust settled. On the roof, several figures jumped down, and the loud voice spread throughout the martial arts arena.

The leading old man came to Liang Qu, his tone unable to tell joy or anger.

"Your name is Liang Qu, right?"

"Yes."

Liang Qu lowered his head and smiled tiredly.

"Are you interested in being my disciple?"