Chapter 210

"Slow down, slow down. Zhang Shiyu, Zhou You is a disgrace to our Fist Martial Arts Circle; when did it become the turn of you City Gate Guards to clean up the house?"

A person walked over from the street corner; it was Xiang Zhigang, a Qi and Blood Disciple of the Panshi Martial Arts Hall.

The Panshi Martial Arts Hall's source of students came from an ancient profession in the city: stonemasons.

Xiang Zhigang's nickname was 'White Stone', known for his immense strength and extraordinary natural talent.

He was of the same generation as Shen Sijing and Zhong Shaoying, and was also a veteran Disciple of the martial arts hall, having been stuck at the early stage of Qi and Blood for a long time.

He jumped out to stand against Zhou You not only because he was resentful that Zhou You had broken through to the middle stage of Qi and Blood first, but also because he had the intention of using Zhou You as a stepping stone for his own breakthrough.

Zhou You was at the Qi and Blood 4th Stage level, which was just right to serve as his whetstone to break through his bottleneck.

As soon as Xiang Zhigang appeared, he was followed by quite a few Apprentices from the Panshi Martial Arts Hall; there was strength in numbers.

Looking at Zhou You's side, there wasn't even a fellow Disciple to hold the line.

The difference between having a martial arts hall as a backer and not having one was clear at a glance from the comparison on the scene.

Zhou You glanced at Xiang Zhigang; although the two had no friendship, they also had no grudges.

Once upon a time, when Zhou You was 'in favor', he had followed Wang Jianxiong out to socialize and had met him; they could be considered nodding acquaintances.

Who could have imagined that the moment Zhou You fell on hard times, the other party would actually be the first to come over and trample on him.

"Zhang Shiyu, you haven't even caught the harm-causing Life-Transforming Charm in the city yet, and you still have time to meddle in other people's business?"

Xiang Zhigang's tone was also not polite.

The City Gate Guards and the Fist Martial Arts Circle were two different systems; unless he wanted to rely on the City Gate Guards for a living in the future, he didn't need to give face to the other party, even if he was the godson of a ghost-catching Captain.

Zhang Shiyu raised an eyebrow, "What, you want to fight me for him?"

"Zhang Shiyu, do you think you can run rampant just because you have a backer?"

Xiang Zhigang shook his head with a cold laugh, "The bodyguard your godfather assigned to you is only responsible for keeping you alive; he doesn't count as your own strength."

As he spoke, he swept a glance at a corner not far away, where a middle-aged man in gray holding a scabbard glanced over indifferently.

Zhou You took one look and realized, good heavens, the middle-aged man in gray was actually an expert in the late stage of Qi and Blood.

He held a scabbard in his arms, clearly Zang-ing a divine weapon refined with Qi and Blood; he was an expert proficient in weapons.

The current situation was turbulent, and many experts had joined the City Gate Guards one after another seeking shelter, causing the strength of the City Gate Guards to increase greatly.

This middle-aged man in gray was likely one of them.

The middle-aged man in gray did not refute Xiang Zhigang's words, clearly tacitly agreeing.

Experts had their own pride; it was already demeaning enough for him to be a bodyguard at the late stage of Qi and Blood, and it was even more impossible for him to obey the orders of a junior.

Whatever Zhang Shiyu wanted to do, he could only rely on his own two hands; he had no authority to command this expert.

"Xiang Zhigang, don't be ungrateful; Zhou You is my prey."

Golden light flickered on Zhang Shiyu's face, his breathing becoming increasingly scorching; a flying insect happened to pass by and was directly roasted until it curled into a ball.

In order to defeat Zhou You, he had practiced day and night, enduring hardships that ordinary people could not bear, and finally brought his Hard Qigong to great success.

Zhou You was known as the Winged Tiger; not only was his fist technique remarkable, but his Lightness Skill was also the best among his peers.

Therefore, to restrain him, Zhang Shiyu specialized in the Hard Qigong 'Thousand Scales Facing the Sun Ten Thousand Helmets', using clumsiness to overcome agility.

Upon learning the news that Zhou You had betrayed his sect, he knew his opportunity had come and rushed to the scene without stopping, only to find someone fighting him for the monster.

If this can be endured, what cannot?

Xiang Zhigang chuckled, "You are the one being too overbearing; no matter how pathetic Zhou You is, he is still a person from my Fist Martial Arts Circle."

"To challenge him, it has to be someone like me; are you, an outsider, worthy?"

Zhang Shiyu shouted, "Fine, I'll deal with you first, then fight Zhou You."

Zhou You, on the side, found it quite interesting; he had actually become a popular item that everyone was fighting over. Why don't you all duel first?

Footsteps arrived from all around, and several more groups entered the scene one after another. "The Mad Beast Mao Lang is here, hurry and move aside, do you not want your life?"

A group of Apprentices from the Jiba Martial Arts Hall crowded around Mao Lang, squeezing out of the crowd and onto the street.

Seeing Mao Lang again, ninety-nine percent of the wildness on his body had disappeared, leaving only an insignificant residue.

If Zhou You hadn't seen what he looked like back then, he wouldn't be able to tell that the other party had once been a wild child.

Mao Lang's clothing was no different from ordinary people, his hair was tied neatly and tightly, and he didn't walk with his hands hanging down like before.

Hmm, someone seemed to call him 'Mad Beast' just now; that's not a nice thing to say! "Mao Lang, you've come too, hehe, don't fight me for him."

Mao Lang had also reached the Qi and Blood 3rd Stage, and like Xiang Zhigang, his goal was to find a Qi and Blood 4th Stage opponent to have a fight with in order to break through.

Zhou You was undoubtedly the best target; he could unleash his killing moves to his heart's content without any scruples, and no one would care even if he killed someone.

Zhou You felt like he was a table of dishes; there were too many guests, and he couldn't serve them all.

Hearing Xiang Zhigang's words, Mao Lang grinned, "I won't fight you for him; I will only beat you to death."

The madness and cruelty in his tone made the surrounding Apprentices shiver.

Xiang Zhigang suppressed his anger and did not take up this topic; he was also wary of the other party.

The origin of the nickname 'Mad Beast' was no secret in the Fist Martial Arts Circle.

Mao Lang had apprenticed under Mao Laoliu, and seeing that other fellow Disciples had parents and family, he begged his master to find out his family background.

He was originally an abandoned baby left in the wilderness; as his wildness faded, he gradually understood family and kinship.

This inquiry was not a small matter; something went wrong.

It turned out that Mao Lang was born after a thirteen-year-old girl in the city was raped years ago; her parents had wrapped him in rags and thrown him into the wilderness, hoping that wild wolves would carry him away and eat him clean, so that this scandal would leave no trace.

More than ten years later, the child had actually returned alive.

Mao Lang's biological mother had long since married and had children; suddenly, the nightmare of that year appeared before her, and she refused to acknowledge him to the death.

Mao Lang found out the whereabouts of his biological father, and without a word, beat him to death, cut off his head, and left.

He excitedly found his biological mother and presented the bloody head, full of fantasies that he could gain his mother's pity.

He never expected that it was precisely this act that scared his biological mother to death.

This matter caused a huge stir, and it was only after Mao Laoliu spent a large amount of money and connections that it was settled.

From then on, the notoriety of Mao Lang murdering his own father and scaring his birth mother to death spread far and wide.

He acted even more crazily and extremely, beating his opponents to death at every turn, and over time he earned a nickname: "Mad Beast."

His fighting style verified the value of his nickname; he fought as if his life meant nothing, making even opponents stronger than him wary of him.

This time, Zhou You became increasingly hot property, and even Mad Beast Mao Lang had his eye on him.

"I'll join in the fun, too."

As he spoke, another group of people arrived; it was Bao Chang from the Iron Peak Martial Arts Hall.

Bao Tiefeng had a habit when taking on disciples: once they entered the Inner Courtyard, they all had to change their surnames to follow his, Bao, and there were never any exceptions.

This rule was similar to adopting god-sons, and some speculated that he couldn't father a son himself and was using this to make up for his regret.

"Bao Chang, what are you all here for?"

Xiang Zhigang was indignant that someone else had come to snatch the prey, and he snapped at him in rebuke.

"My Iron Peak Martial Arts Hall is also a member of the Gongliang City Fist Martial Arts Circle; it is our duty to deal with Zhou You, who has betrayed his master."

This was just a pretty thing to say for the sake of appearances.

In reality, Bao Chang was also in urgent need of breaking through his current realm and wanted to use Zhou You as a stepping stone.

These few people could already make up a table of mahjong!

(End of this chapter)