Chapter 31: Rise like wind, fall like arrow

The surrounding jianghu people, hearing the cause and effect, all gave Immortal Trust a thumbs up in their hearts.

Guys!

Although they themselves lack righteousness, it doesn't stop them from admiring the righteous!

So, the more they lack something, the more they want it.

Their inner scales have unconsciously tilted toward Li Xin.

In their hearts, they continually beautify Immortal Trust.

One of the Seven Stars of Victory Union, the Hall Master of Sharp Sand Point.

Tiāntang spoke up: "Today, in everyone's presence, Immortal Trust, Brother Xin has challenged Crow to a life-and-death duel—do you dare? Give us a word!"

Everyone is still waiting!

The people nearby also clamored, seven tongues eight voices, those with hot tempers spewing foul language!

Crow was directly held up, only able to grit his teeth.

He said stubbornly:

"Fine, I agree, but only bare-handed combat, no weapons."

Li Xin's expression turned grave; he slowly rose, bit his finger, and let the blood drop to the ground.

He said in a sinister tone:

"Once the duel is agreed, today we won't distinguish superiority—only decide life and death, no rest until one dies."

……

The heads of the major societies all focused their gaze on the gambling hall; no one cared about the lives or deaths of their underlings.

Today's first match is an exciting life-and-death arena.

After signing the life-and-death contract, each took their position, waiting only for that signal.

"Begin"

As the host, Camel personally stepped onto the field to preside over the opening.

Standing in the center of the field, he said solemnly:

"Today's first life-and-death arena is to settle past grudges.

Prosperity.

A Xin avenges his sworn elder brother, Big Brother—it is only natural and right.

East Prosperity.

Crow accepts the life-and-death arena; life and death are in human hands.

"After today, all grudges will be erased."

"Begin!"

Crow's face was ferocious; if he had a choice, he truly did not want to face Li Xin—that slash had drained his courage! He had kept this buried in his heart, too embarrassed to speak of it!

"Drop dead, go die!"

Crow planted his right foot to unleash maximum power, his right fist clenched loosely to maximize destructive force.

Li Xin wore khaki hunting gear, leather gloves on both hands, arms naturally hanging at his sides.

Whenever he does something shameful, he definitely wears those gloves.

Crow,

Walled City Eight-Arena Champion, a master forged in real black-boxing combat, his moves are extremely orderly—no opening, the rear hand comes automatically.

Li Xin,

Blade King Xin, with no remarkable battle record, only knowing he wields the blade well.

Everyone watching today was shocked by his fist technique.

Crow attacked with wide, sweeping strikes, relentless and continuous, each a deadly vicious move, typical of black-boxing style.

Li Xin, versed in Form-Intent Fist, had also reached perfection; he interpreted the twelve characters 'rise like wind, fall like arrow, rise like arrow, fall like wind' to perfection.

Split, Cannon, Horizontal, Drilling, Crushing came as easily as lifting a finger.

In his bodily maneuvers, there was not the slightest sense of obstruction, proving he had integrated Form-Intent Fist into himself.

The spectators outside exclaimed in delight.

Speaking is slow, fighting is fast—after just a dozen moves, Li Xin stepped forward, his Tiger Form breaking Crow's middle gate.

"No……"

Crushing Fist shot straight at Crow's throat; before he could utter the word 'need,' his throat bone was shattered by this punch.

Crow collapsed instantly, hands clutching his throat, breath ceased! Blood foam flowed from his mouth.

The crowd below gasped in cold air.

One punch!

Everyone present knows how hard it is to kill a man with a fist.

One punch, just one punch!

To beat to death a black-market boxing expert, still the Walled City Eight-Arena Champion.

The crowd came to their senses, shouting loudly:

"Immortal Trust"

"Immortal Trust" in size and form, truly met the jianghu.

Camel walked to the center of the field, his expression unchanged, even patting Li Xin on the shoulder.

He asked:

"Prosperity and East Prosperity's grudges are settled, right?"

Li Xin returned the salute by clasping his fists.

He answered loudly:

"Luo Shu, I only represent myself; if my sworn elder brother had died in a fight or on the stage, I wouldn't be standing here today—this is the fate of those in the jianghu."

But my sworn elder brother was ambushed and killed by White Forehead Tiger; as his disciple, I must avenge him. »

He turned and clasped his fists toward the East Prosperity members.

Then he shouted loudly:

"Today is a personal grudge; if any East Prosperity brother has a history with Crow, I, A Xin, will take them all on today."

But if anyone comes looking for me over this after today, don't blame me, A Xin, for being ruthless and eradicating the root! ».

The East Prosperity members, though unwilling, had to return the salute; otherwise they'd be mocked for lacking etiquette.

Luo Tuo cares most about etiquette!

Everyone down below, no matter which gang, was shouting loudly:

"Brother Xin, real men! ».

"Real men, Brother Xin"

The heroic figure in the arena left a lasting impression in many hearts at that moment.

Luo Tuo waved, letting the East Prosperity juniors come over to move Crow's corpse.

He turned and gently said to Li Xin:

"Respecting teachers and valuing the Way, not arrogant outward, not bullying inward, heroic and magnanimous, spirited and flourishing—I haven't seen such an outstanding young person in many years!"

If you were in East Prosperity, tomorrow I could pass the dragon-head position to you. »

This old bastard dug a pit for him!

Furthermore, his words were also too big; go to Prosperity and inquire what kind of person Li Xin is—Luo Tuo will regret saying these words today!

Especially Fat Lao Li and Big Brother B.

If Fat Lao Li were present, he would surely shout and scold Luo Tuo for being blind, looking at how I've been bullied!

And yet he claims not to bully from within?

Is there still heavenly justice?

Is there still royal law?

Li Xin smiled slightly and gave Luo Tuo a brief hug.

Smiling, he said:

"I accept Uncle Luo's praise; I've grown accustomed to Prosperity, but other gates feel less comfortable—when I have time, I'll visit Uncle Luo for tea."

He clasped his fists and performed another salute; his words and etiquette were flawless.

He returned to his seat in Prosperity.

Li Xin took the thermos cup handed over by Jianguo, took a sip, then explained to the people around:

"No choice, the consumption is too great; drink some ginseng soup to replenish stamina."

The surrounding people nodded in understanding; they clearly knew what kind of stamina such a confrontation required.

Li Xin could kill Crow within two moves, but he dragged it out because he didn't want to stand out too much; against anyone it's fifty-fifty, always a fatal blow.

Thus no one would be too surprised; one can only say his technique is superb, able to find the flaw.

It won't be overly shocking to the world.

The upcoming arena match made the spectators below feel drowsy, lacking any passion!

All of it is just bloody and gruesome to look at, with no aesthetic appeal whatsoever!

Insufficient strength!

Failure!

Not agile enough!

Failure!

This is too ugly!

Failure!

This is because one's palate has been spoiled; just finished eating lobster, and now these shrimp look unpleasant no matter how you look at them.

Only when Li Zhengren consecutively slew four champions did it become somewhat worth watching.

Five gates,

He passed through: Hong Sheng, Hong Tai, He Yi, Yi Hai, and Hong Le, the five red sticks.

Six champions,

He Lian Sheng Feiji, Hao Ma Bang Yu Zai, East Prosperity's He Yong (that guy who does seven times in one night), and Xin Ji Zuo Tou.

They are all the respective gangs' top fighters.

The remaining United Plot will surely show up to support; it's their own people, they can't refuse to step up.

As for the remaining family, they don't know who to choose.

If Li Zhengren passes the six champions, he'll obtain a diamond gambling den, and the rest will compete for the remaining two.

Li Zhengren stepped into the arena and opened his mouth to say:

"For the final match, I want to challenge Prosperity and United Plot."

Damn!

One versus two?

Or is it after the round-robin battle?

You've got guts!

(I know the plot is stuck and it's painful; I rushed out this chapter while at work; please give me a book review and rating, thank you!!)