Chapter 396: Defeating Another, The Crowd Is Stirred

Profit moves the human heart!

Bo Xiaolin's promises are extremely tempting, especially to the disciples and Apprentices in the martial arts hall.

The secret transmissions of Dayin Mountain are a symbol of status; only by learning them are you qualified to be ranked among the sect's branches, which makes it easier to climb the social ladder.

Things like Tiger Fist or Jade Tiger Art are just common goods circulating in the outside world; only true transmissions and secret transmissions are the means to distinguish one's own people.

The middle-aged man mastered Tiger-Ox Divine Power, which already placed him at the very top of the martial arts hall, and he was highly valued.

Now that he has lost his eyes, who will fill the vacant position? Bo Xiaolin provides the answer: whoever pays Zhou You back eye for an eye is qualified to take the position.

"Master, this Disciple requests to fight!"

The one fighting in the second round is the martial arts hall's eighth Disciple, Lan Chengxiu, a Primary Martial Master who appears to be just over thirty but is actually over fifty years old, maintaining his youth through the vigorous vitality of a martial artist.

Like the middle-aged man from the previous round, who was nearly eighty, his appearance and age are severely mismatched.

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The other masters of the Tiger Fist martial arts halls do not hold high hopes; the foundation of Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall is what it is—aside from the master Bo Xiaolin being an Intermediate Martial Master, there are only three or four other martial masters among the disciples.

Previously, when Dayin Mountain drew from its branches to replenish the sect, Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall gave up its most outstanding martial master Disciple, along with the batch with the most potential in their blood and Qi.

Now, among the remaining disciples, there are only 3 martial masters, and one was just crippled a moment ago.

The martial master appearing now has strength that doesn't even compare to the previous middle-aged man.

It seems Bo Xiaolin has given up on a quick victory and switched to a war of attrition to leverage his advantages; the hall-kicking has begun to enter garbage time.

The eighth Disciple goes straight for his weapon; his weapon is a short blade.

There is a rumor in the streets: the swords of Jueguang Sect, the blades of Dayin Mountain, and the staves of Wanxiu Mountain—there is nowhere to run! The weapon arts of these major sects encompass everything, but each has a different focus; the blade techniques of Dayin Mountain are unrivaled in Beixuan Zhou, and their members mostly focus on practicing the blade.

Zhou You is once again complaining inwardly; how many things did Wang Laohu hide from him? He had actually thought his Tiger Head Hammer couldn't even rank as first-class, but at least it could rank as second or third-class.

Now it seems that is not the case at all! "Zhou You, watch the blade."

The eighth Disciple lets out a loud shout, and where the blade wind passes, the temperature drops sharply, flashing with silver light like snowflakes.

A bone-chilling cold envelops his skin; before the blade edge even arrives, the intimidation has already pressed in!

Zhou You responds cautiously, the Human Bone hammer hidden in his sleeve but not yet unleashed; the blade light slashes toward his face, splitting into three petals.

He throws a punch violently, his fist striking the blade and emitting a clanging sound.

"The weapon is a pair of gauntlets, but the technique is not the Thousand Tiger Gauntlets; even if it were the Thousand Tiger Gauntlets, it would only be a second-rate weapon art, not fit for the stage."

A group of Tiger Fist martial masters critique, discovering that while Zhou You is skilled in fist techniques, his weapon art is not worth looking at.

Bo Xiaolin breathes a sigh of relief, knowing this round is a guaranteed win, and says, "Don't cut his eyeballs; I want the peepers intact."

The eighth Disciple nods, "This Disciple obeys."

His blade technique becomes faster with every round, force and momentum layering upon each other, continuously compressing the blade light enveloping Zhou You.

Seeing that the closest blade edge is about to graze Zhou You's skin, tearing open warm, fresh flesh.

Zhou You puts his hands together, gripping the blade edge to struggle for control.

A cold sneer appears on the eighth Disciple; this short blade is also a blood-Qi divine weapon, so he immediately exerts force to drag it, slicing through Zhou You's gauntlet.

Zhou You decisively discards the gauntlet; this item was made from the skin of a Primary Martial Master and is no longer at his level, so it is no pity if it is ruined.

He takes this opportunity to flick out the Human Bone hammer hidden in his sleeve, "Wild Strike!"

The weapon is a Human Bone hammer, but the technique used is a staff technique he created himself... Wild Strike.

The Human Bone hammer flies and spins in a straight line, striking the opponent's short blade like a short staff; a crisp sound drowns out the bustling noise all around.

Under Zhou You's manipulation, the Human Bone hammer is as nimble as an arm, sometimes spinning like silk, sometimes charging straight like a line, its landing point never leaving the three inches outside the blade, scattering the rhythm of the blade technique and crushing it into a mess. "Can the Tiger Head Hammer have this ability?"

The masters look at each other in dismay; they recognize the human skull, and they recognize the hammer head being wielded.

Yet, the Tiger Head Blade is retreating step by step, and they cannot understand it.

In Dayin Mountain, blade techniques are superior; even a third-rate blade technique is above other weapons.

The weapon art the eighth Disciple practices is called 'Tiger Tooth Blade'; although it is not first-class in the mountain, it is considered top-tier among the martial arts halls in Fucheng, and can only be rivaled by bringing out the prized weapons of other sects.

Zhou You is wielding a Tiger Head Hammer, the third-rate of the third-rate, yet he is actually forcing the Tiger Tooth Blade to retreat step by step?

"It's not a hammer technique; it looks a bit like a staff technique?"

A staff technique? Could it be the Tiger Killing Staff? This staff technique is no better than the Tiger Head Hammer! Just when everyone cannot guess the truth...

"Wild feathers flying, strike!"

Zhou You suddenly shouts, the scattered momentum of the Human Bone hammer suddenly merging, unleashing a violent strike in mid-air with an upward motion.

This change is too fierce; stepping on the ground to ascend to the sky, the momentum is unstoppable, and the Human Bone hammer hits the Tiger Tooth Blade with a clang, easily embedding itself into it.

The material of the eighth Disciple's Tiger Tooth Blade is not very good either, at least not comparable to the skull of an Intermediate Martial Master.

"Let go and withdraw the blade!"

This blood-Qi divine weapon is struck with a hole, and the sparks and iron filings splashed by high-speed friction are like raindrops, scalding the eighth Disciple's entire hand until it shakes, and he finally lets go and drops the hilt.

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The Human Bone hammer leaps up, striking the eighth Disciple in the chest after the fact, caving it in by the size of a washbasin on the spot.

The second round, lost again! Without a word, Bo Xiaolin tears off his outer garment, intending to enter the arena himself to take down Zhou You.

But before he can take two steps, he is stopped by Bao Hu, Rui Hu, and others, "You cannot go; you must consider the big picture."

If anything else happens to him, the situation will be beyond saving.

Cheers erupt all around, and there is no shortage of people clapping and shouting, "Brilliant, brilliant."

The loudest voice is Qin Lie; the stifled anger he has endured these days is released in an instant.

I thought you guys had three heads and six arms; it turns out that when you really fight, you're just like this, a bunch of soft-legged shrimp!

If I had known, I would have gone to kick the hall too, instead of wasting time playing in your exhibition matches! Among the crowd, there is no shortage of out-of-town martial masters with similar experiences; after coming to Fucheng, they hit walls everywhere, had no sect to rely on, and were fed up with the exclusion and cold reception from the local martial arts circles.

Seeing Zhou You win two consecutive matches and the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall in a state of fury but with no countermeasures, a certain thought begins to awaken in their hearts.

"Kicking the hall, I can do it too!"

Someone voiced their inner thoughts, drawing a chorus of agreement.

Not good!

The masters, including Bo Xiaolin, sensed this unusual undercurrent; one Zhou You was fine, but if this matter sparked a trend that made challenging martial arts halls a fad in Fucheng, they, as the vested interests, would be in danger.

Never gamble your life against a pauper; this is a universally acknowledged maxim!

Martial artists who have nothing possess a desire for success that exceeds everything, far surpassing these pampered masters. One fights for survival, the other for business; which one is more ruthless, more desperate?

"Old Bo, the public sentiment is such that today's affair is no longer just your own business; if things go wrong, the entire Fucheng martial arts scene will be dragged into this."

(End of chapter)