Chapter 70: Fist Fight

【Detected host triggered choice】

【Choice One: Temporarily endure, swallow your anger. Reward: Intermediate Loyalty +2, Primary Loyalty +10】

【Choice Two: Strike back forcefully, accept the fist fight. Reward: Intermediate Loyalty +2, Primary Loyalty +10】

The choices appeared.

Ye Tian ignored them, his eyes fixed on Wu Luo before him, then suddenly smiled.

"Fine!"

Fist fighting, in truth, was an ancient method for resolving conflicts between two factions.

Each side selected one champion to duel; the loser conceded.

Simple and direct. This book is originally published on TianTian Kan XiaoShuo, ttks. tw — complete, error-free, properly ordered chapters.

It also perfectly matched the martial world's value of strength as supremacy.

The only rule: no weapons allowed — bare fists only.

"Boss, I'll go!"

"I'll go."

"Let me go instead."

"..."

Behind him, Iron Fist stepped forward first, then Ghost Foot, and even Head Eagle and Feiyu joined in — though they carried no bows, bare-handed combat was no deterrent for them.

Wu Luo hadn't expected these men to be so loyal to Ye Tian.

You should know that in a fistfight, there are no rules about life or death.

Were these people unafraid of death? Or did they truly possess skill? But letting them fight was not Wu Luo's plan.

"I've heard so much about Yù Gōngzǐ's renown — I wonder if I have the honor to witness your skills firsthand."

Clearly, he hoped Ye Tian would fight personally.

"What are you, some nobody? You think you're worthy of having my Big Brother fight?"

Iron Fist and the others, who had just been arguing over who would step forward, instantly turned united, pointing at Wu Luo and shouting insults.

"..."

Wu Luo's lips twitched involuntarily.

Indeed, what kind of Big Brother, what kind of underlings.

Are all these people so ignorant and fearless? Don't they know I'm the Bāngzhǔ of Zhòng Hé Bāng?

"How dare you speak like that?"

At this moment, Sēn Lǎo had recovered. Though Wu Luo hadn't informed him beforehand about the fist fight, Sēn Lǎo promptly played along.

"Yù Gōngzǐ, the one who will fight is from your side — why shouldn't you, as Big Brother, step in yourself?"

Ye Tian's reputation had indeed soared recently.

He destroyed the Earth Dragon Gang's Poison Fang, then wiped out the Feiyun Gang entirely — his followers numbered over a thousand; none of these were minor feats.

Yet in all these events, Ye Tian rarely fought himself, and with his clean, unassuming appearance, few could believe he was truly formidable.

Many even unconsciously forgot he had once been a Fist Master.

"Let me fight?"

Ye Tian glanced at Sēn Lǎo, then at Wu Luo before him, and suddenly smiled.

"Fine!"

Behind him, Iron Fist and the others wanted to say more, but Ye Tian raised a hand to stop them.

"But who will be my opponent? You, the Bāngzhǔ of Zhòng Hé Bāng? Or your dog-barking son?"

Saying this,

his gaze swept back and forth between Wu Luo and Xiǎo Bàwáng — his mocking eyes needed no words to convey his contempt for both.

"F**k! I'll—"

Xiǎo Bàwáng couldn't hold back.

Fine, I'll fight — I just don't believe I can lose to this soft, pampered little brat.

"Sit down."

But before he finished, Wu Luo barked at him.

What do you mean "I'll go"? One word from him and you charge forward? You've got no brains at all.

Wu Luo's goal was merely to provoke Ye Tian into agreeing to fight personally — as for him stepping into the ring against Ye Tian? Only if Wu Luo had lost his mind.

As for Xiǎo Bàwáng, he was good at eating, drinking, and amusement — but fighting? Wu Luo never believed in him.

"Yù Gōngzǐ, you jest. Since you're so renowned, old man naturally must prepare a worthy opponent for you — only then does it match your status."

Saying this,

Wu Luo looked toward the door and called out, "Shuāng Gǔ."

At Wu Luo's voice, a man nearly two meters tall entered — his frame muscular, his arms unnaturally thick, especially the bones at his hands, appearing twice the size of an ordinary man's.

His name, Shuāng Gǔ, likely came from this.

"Big Brother!"

Mei Yongning hurried to Ye Tian's ear and whispered urgently.

"This Shuāng Gǔ was once a fearsome prodigy who rose from nowhere — later recruited by Zhòng Hé Bāng, now called their First Fist Master."

In short, he was a formidable opponent.

"Shuāng Gǔ!"

Seeing the man was Shuāng Gǔ, Xiǎo Bàwáng also grew excited.

"You must go all out against me—better yet, knock him straight into idiocy."

"Understood, Young Master."

Shuanggu spoke in a dull, muffled tone; he seemed the type who didn't think much, only obeyed orders—no wonder he'd been recruited by Zhong He Bang.

He noticed Ye Tian, who had said nothing all along.

Wu Luo suddenly laughed.

"If Young Master Yu is afraid, you can simply drink all the wine on the table—then today's matter is settled."

Wu Luo spoke generously, as if he were truly looking out for Ye Tian's interests.

Watching Wu Luo's confidence, Ye Tian spoke calmly and unhurriedly.

"I was just wondering—if I win, what then?"

"Win? Hahaha!"

As if hearing a hilarious joke, Wu Luo burst out laughing.

Xiao Ba Wang laughed even more wildly.

Sēn Lǎo sat quietly to the side, watching the scene with indifference.

After laughing enough, Wu Luo continued.

"If you win, name any condition you want."

He waved his hand carelessly, certain Ye Tian couldn't possibly win—even surviving the fistfight was questionable; what did it matter if he agreed to such terms?

"No other conditions needed—if I win, you two just drink all this wine."

Ye Tian spoke casually.

He gestured toward the strong liquor on the table.

"..."

These words made Wu Luo's eyes grow even more dangerous.

"If you've got the guts to do it, then try."

Ye Tian was still a member of the Black Water Gang—killing him was out of the question, but leaving him crippled? That was fine.

Many fierce talents who rose suddenly were like this: young and reckless, but after one crushing defeat, few ever kept that fearless heart.

He simply didn't believe it.

If Ye Tian became a useless wreck, would he still dare to be so arrogant?

"Come on—I know a place big enough for Young Master Yu to show off his fists properly."

"No need!"

Hearing Wu Luo say that, Ye Tian refused without hesitation.

Before Wu Luo could say more,

Ye Tian continued.

"Right here is fine—it won't take long anyway."

"..."

Not just Wu Luo—even dim-witted Shuanggu felt anger at those words; they sounded like Ye Tian didn't regard them at all.

"Hmph!"

Shuanggu wasn't good with verbal sparring.

He merely clenched his fists, rolled his wrists in front of Ye Tian, and a series of sharp bone cracks echoed—his height of one point nine meters, his entire body of muscle, and his unusually thick hand bones.

Standing opposite Ye Tian, his aura resembled that of a grizzly bear.

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