Chapter 1865: Forget it?

Rascal, don't hurt Huang Chong's junior brother.

Seeing the three burly men of Dragon Kun Fire Hall rushing straight at Huang Chong, the two stewards and three formal disciples of Heaven-Earth Fire Hall inside the room each shouted angrily.

But their shouts had no effect at all, and at this moment they couldn't even free a hand to stop those three.

They could only watch helplessly as the three, moving three steps at a time, lunged straight up to Huang Chong.

Then, Huang Chong on the bed, face full of despair, was pressed down by the three and rubbed repeatedly.

These three formal disciples of Dragon Kun Fire Hall didn't take those angry shouts to heart at all; at this point, they didn't care about being reckless or not.

Today we came specifically to deal with Huang Chong; can your Heaven-Earth Fire Hall protect him?

Moreover, this isn't the first time; both sides can say they're well practiced.

So, Huang Chong was undoubtedly beaten into unconsciousness again, all his limbs broken.

Having done all that, the Dragon Kun Fire Hall people came and left in a hurry, quickly slipping away from Heaven-Earth Fire Hall one after another.

Seeing Huang Chong on the bed, covered in blood and unconscious, the stewards and disciples of Heaven-Earth Fire Hall instead had calm expressions.

There was nothing they could do; they were used to this, and a steward spoke up.

"Leave two people to look after Huang Chong and treat his wounds; the rest follow me."

Huang Chong being injured and unconscious wasn't the first or second time; everyone had long grown accustomed to it.

And what should be done now is naturally revenge; anyway Huang Chong isn't dead yet, give him some healing pills and medicinal food, and he'll wake up soon.

Hearing that, those present had no objection; after leaving two probationary disciples to stay, the others rushed straight to Dragon Kun Fire Hall.

The point is to repay vengeance without delay; tonight's grudge must be repaid tonight, absolutely not left until tomorrow.

The disciples and stewards who had just returned to Dragon Kun Fire Hall hadn't even caught their breath when the people of Heaven-Earth Fire Hall came rushing to kill.

As expected, a melee broke out instantly within Dragon Kun Fire Hall.

And the fiercest fighting was undoubtedly in the small courtyard where Zhao Qinglin was.

At this moment, feeling the same as Huang Chong, Zhao Qinglin, who had just awakened, heard a bang as the door was kicked open.

They saw four Heaven-Earth Fire Hall disciples, wearing vicious smiles, file in.

Zhao Qinglin wore an expression of utter hopelessness; sure enough, it was this pack of beasts again.

"Heh heh heh, Zhao, prepare to die."

"No more talk, attack."

"You.........................."

They gave Zhao Qinglin no chance to speak; the four Heaven-Earth Fire Hall disciples swarmed him at once, just like they had done to Huang Chong before.

Zhao Qinglin, unable to resist, was pressed onto the bed and immediately subjected to a barrage of punches and kicks.

Blood quickly soaked his clothes and the bed, and amid his anguished cries, Zhao Qinglin gradually fell silent and slipped into unconsciousness.

The whole process took less than a hundred breaths.

There was nothing to be done; whether Zhao Qinglin or Huang Chong, both had old wounds unhealed and added new ones.

Their injuries never healed, so their present ability to withstand blows has been greatly reduced compared to the start.

Basically, just a few punches were enough that neither could endure them.

"He's already passed out?"

One of the Heaven-Earth Fire Hall disciples, seeing Zhao Qinglin pass out so quickly, muttered with a feeling of unfinished business.

His companion beside him also frowned, but didn't forget the point, reminding him in a low voice.

"Let him pass out, cripple his five limbs, and prepare to withdraw."

"Okay."

Immediately, while unconscious, Zhao Qinglin's five limbs, which had not yet recovered, were crippled again—in other words, broken elsewhere once more.

Just like the Dragon Kun Fire Hall people, the Heaven-Earth Fire Hall crowd likewise came and left in a hurry, acting with swift and decisive efficiency.

The two fire halls' fight was lively, and the people of the other halls in Cooking King Immortal City watched, wide-eyed.

Out of curiosity, they also found out the full story of what happened.

But after learning the details, almost everyone wore a dazed expression, unable to name the complicated feeling in their hearts.

"What do you think Zhao Qinglin and Huang Chong are after?"

"Who knows? Probably just to vent their anger."

"But that anger seems too stubborn."

"If it were me, I'd have swallowed even a great anger long ago."

"Such a ruthless person."

In taverns throughout the city, many could be heard discussing the matter, their words filled more with admiration for Zhao Qinglin and Huang Chong.

Indeed, to outsiders, these two truly have bones of steel.

The whole incident indeed started because of them, later escalating into a great melee between the two fire halls.

But every time someone gets hurt, it's Huang Chong and Zhao Qinglin.

Nowadays, the people of the two great fire halls, Heaven-Earth and Dragon Kun, take Huang Chong and Zhao Qinglin as their mainstays, competing against each other.

It's said that the two haven't left their beds since.

Almost every day, they just wake up, and within an hour they must fall asleep again.

They rely entirely on pills and medicinal food to keep that breath going.

In response, many secretly admire them; what is called a steel bone, this is it.

Even like this, can they still not swallow that anger?

Putting themselves in others' shoes, the disciples of the other halls think that if it were them, they'd have shaken hands and made peace long ago.

Even so, why stubbornly persist? Aren't they afraid of being beaten to death one day?

Before, Zhao Qinglin and Huang Chong were utterly invisible in Cooking King Immortal City, but this time they can finally be said to have made a name for themselves in the immortal city.

Many disciples now knew of the two, having heard about their deeds.

Moreover, no matter what, they silently admired these two in their hearts.

Whenever Huang Chong and Zhao Qinglin were mentioned, whether formal disciples, registered disciples, or even some stewards, they all had to give a thumbs-up and say a word of toughness.

Isn't that tough? With one's own power, to stubbornly resist a hall's retaliation— isn't that toughness?

Try switching anyone— who could endure this long?

Besides, the two of them, Huang Chong and Zhao Qinglin, don't now know how the city's people are talking about them; otherwise they'd probably be angered to death.

Is this what they want—to be tough? The two have long wanted to let go more than once; damn it, can't we just shake hands and make peace?

It's a pity that things have come to this point, no longer something the two can control.

The people of the two great fire halls also simply wouldn't listen to what the two had to say; anyway, it's just one thing— face cannot be lost.

They were almost driven mad by the torment, but fortunately, inside Dragon Kun Fire Hall, Zhang Wuyue had finally emerged from seclusion; upon hearing the news of Zhang Wuyue's emergence, Zhao Qinglin mustered his last breath.

Even if he had to crawl, he would crawl to see Zhang Wuyue, for fear that if he didn't say those words now, he would never get another chance.

Such days cannot be endured even a single day.