Chapter 1979: Wu Zhong's Boiling Hot Blood

Wu Zhong ah, this guy who's fallen in love and can't extricate himself, willing to be a sycophant, how could he possibly defeat Bai Yuan's three old foxes, as cunning as foxes?

After just a few words, this guy was already dazed and disoriented, completely losing his sense of direction, as if he could no longer tell east from west, north from south.

At this moment, he felt his blood boiling hot all over, and an indescribable surge of excitement welled up in his heart—turns out the city actually values him this much.

They have always placed high hopes on him; thinking of this, Wu Zhong, as the Young City Lord, instantly felt his ambition soar, secretly vowing never to disappoint Bai Yuan and the other two's expectations.

Thus, the lingering resentment he still harbored vanished in an instant, like smoke dissipating.

He mounted the stage with high spirits, facing the crowd from all directions, clasped his fists, bowed, and then shouted loudly.

"Friends of the Dao, I am Wu Zhong. Starting today, I will set up a stage here and welcome anyone who wishes to challenge me. If any warrior wants to fight me, feel free to step onto the stage."

Looking at the high-spirited, battle-ardent Wu Zhong on stage, the many cultivators gathered around the platform, who had been waiting a long time and even paid fees for this, each wore a strange expression, muttering to themselves.

It's truly puzzling—why is this kid so excited?

After all, anyone can see this is hardly a lighthearted, pleasant matter; I really don't know what he's happy about.

The real reason Wu Zhong set up the stage was to relieve some pressure on Ye Zhangqing.

Know that everyone gathered here now has come solely to challenge Ye Zhangqing, this sudden, rising top-tier Yāoniè.

As for Wu Zhong, they can't muster the slightest interest.

Such an obvious situation—anyone with a bit of insight can see it clearly.

Yet, could it be that Wu Zhong himself is completely unaware?

By common sense, as the Young City Lord of Cooking King Immortal City, he surely couldn't be that foolish.

Moreover, although outside rumors say Wu Zhong is a love‑struck sycophant who can't free himself once entangled in romance, no one has ever heard of any defect in his mind.

Wu Zhong naturally knows nothing of this, completely unaware that Bai Yuan and the other two are secretly taking money.

After a brief silence, someone finally lost patience, couldn't be bothered to ponder the reasons, and simply stepped onto the stage.

Regardless, these people's ultimate target has always been Ye Zhangqing; the only one they truly wish to challenge is Ye Zhangqing alone.

As for Wu Zhong, we might as well treat him as a petty monster to be brushed aside at will.

"Young City Lord Wu, please instruct me."

After stepping onto the stage, he bowed to Wu Zhong according to etiquette.

Hearing that, Wu Zhong promptly returned the salute, responding with a vigorous fighting spirit.

"Please make your move, friend."

"If that's the case, then I won't hold back."

Before his words faded, the man flickered like an arrow released from a bow, shooting straight at Wu Zhong...

At that moment, the man's assault, swift as wind and rain, swept toward Wu Zhong.

Yet Wu Zhong felt no fear; instead, he roared excitedly.

"Good timing."

Immediately after, he flashed his figure, not dodging or evading, but charging straight into his opponent.

Sensing the fierce battle spirit surging from Wu Zhong, rising to the heavens, the man froze, his mind full of doubt and confusion.

What the heck is this guy up to? Doesn't he realize the true purpose of this stage? Why go to such extremes?

But Wu Zhong, who had just been repeatedly misled by Bai Yuan and the other two, now has no leisure to ponder these questions.

At this moment, Wu Zhong felt as if an endless surge of power was welling up inside him, his blood boiling as if ignited.

He well knows that the Deputy City Lord and others have placed great hopes on him, entrusting him with such an important task.

As the Young City Lord of Cooking King Immortal City, how could he betray that trust?

Therefore, no matter what, he must win honor for Cooking King Immortal City and must not let it suffer disgrace.

Burning with such fervent battle intent, Wu Zhong lunged at the first cultivator who stepped onto the stage like a tiger descending from the mountain.

That cultivator had been full of confidence, thinking he could easily handle Wu Zhong's attacks, but upon seeing Wu Zhong's fearless aura, his face instantly showed astonishment.

After just a few exchanges, that cultivator was left floundering under Wu Zhong's fierce onslaught, in utter disarray.

Finally, accompanied by Wu Zhong's powerful, heavy punch, the cultivator let out a miserable cry and was blasted straight off the stage.

Seeing this, the spectators below all furrowed their brows, glancing at one another.

They all silently muttered to themselves.

"What on earth is wrong with Wu Zhong today? How did he go from his usual self to become so brave and fearless?"

Winning the first bout, this battle was practically a one‑sided crushing; Wu Zhong struck with thunderous force, leaving his opponent no chance to retaliate.

The whole scene was neat and tidy, leaving everyone stunned.

After his victory, Wu Zhong stood firm on the stage, like an immovable mountain.

He stood tall and straight, looking down from above on the crowd below; his sharp, hawk‑like gaze seemed able to pierce every soul.

At this moment, he was high‑spirited, his ambition soaring, the hot blood in his chest seeming ready to ignite.

Then Wu Zhong swept his sleeve and shouted loudly.

"Who else?"

His voice rang like a great bell, echoing through the clouds, sending ripples through the air.

This roar not only made the audience's ears ache, it also made their hearts tremble.

Yet, faced with such mighty and imposing Wu Zhong, the people below all froze.

They stared at each other, faces showing disbelief; some opened their mouths as if to speak but uttered nothing, while others kept shaking their heads, muttering to themselves.

"Could this guy have gone mad?..."

Indeed, to these people this was merely an ordinary stage match; they were just going through the motions, getting it over with.

But who would have thought Wu Zhong would fight so desperately, treating it as a life‑and‑death battle?

It's truly hard to comprehend, and completely unnecessary.

Just like that, time ticked by second by second, and the crowd below stood frozen like wooden chickens, not even daring to think of challenging on stage.

Only after a long while did someone finally snap out of it, as if waking from a dream.

Afterward, people went up onto the stage one by one, but each step felt heavy, as if their hearts were filled with worry and doubt.

"I really don't know what kind of madness Wu, the big sycophant, has gotten into today..."

Someone in the crowd muttered something quietly, and those words immediately resonated with the people around.

Everyone began whispering to each other, buzzing with talk about Wu Zhong's strange behavior.