Chapter 206: Five Hundred Thousand Catties of Strength

Heng Xian's hand and the bearded big man's hand clasped together, one fair and slender, the other thick and dark.

The contrast was striking.

The surrounding crowd first burst into loud laughter, then came deafening shouts:

Brother Xuanfeng, bend him! Bend him!

Bend him!

Let this brat know how treacherous our wrist-wrestling world is!

The bearded big man grinned, his face full of roughness and tyranny.

Tu Zi was a bit worried, leaning close to Heng Xian: "Brother Heng, can you do it?"

Heng Xian glanced at him: "Let's start!"

Tu Zi took a deep breath, acting as temporary referee, gripping their fists: "Ready! Start!"

As soon as his words fell, both hands immediately began to exert force.

The bearded man looked at Heng Xian, grinned, and began the countdown: "Five..."

However, before he could shout "four," his face suddenly changed, because Heng Xian's originally soft hand suddenly turned as hard as iron and stone.

Exactly, to him it felt not like arm-wrestling but like gripping an immovable lump of iron.

Heng Xian remained expressionless; in arm-wrestling without using spiritual power, they compared strength—this man had a force of thirty thousand catties, while he himself had at least nearly five hundred thousand catties of force.

The bonuses from the Purple Astra Eight Wastelands Sword Body Dao technique and the Primeval Sword Saint True Body could not be made up for by ordinary physical talent.

Bend him! Bend him...

The surrounding crowd was still shouting excitedly.

However, after just a second, the bearded man's hand slammed onto the table with a "bang," and because his strength was too fierce, his bulky body also toppled over, crashing into a pile of people with a "hubbub."

The surroundings instantly fell silent.

The crowd looked at the composed Heng Xian with astonishment, then their gaze slowly shifted to the bearded man sprawled on the ground, desperately gasping for air.

The scene fell into a brief dead silence.

Tu Zi was the first to react, looking at the table full of spirit crystals: "Hahaha, they're back, they're all back!"

"No!" the bearded man jumped up, glaring at Heng Xian with red eyes: "You, you brat... what tremendous strength, I won't accept it, let's go another round!"

Heng Xian waved his hand, stacking the man's spirit crystals atop his own: "I don't want my life, I want spirit crystals—forty thousand per round, can you afford to play?"

The surrounding crowd sucked in a cold breath, their gaze toward Heng Xian completely changed.

"Forty thousand per round—that's too ruthless! This guy looks young, but I didn't expect him to be such a tough character!"

"Forty thousand..." the bearded man pondered, gritted his teeth, and said, "Come on!"

He grabbed his tattered storage bag from his body and slammed it onto the table: "Thirty-nine thousand seven hundred spirit crystals, all in!"

Heng Xian extended his hand: "Please!"

Just as the bearded man was about to step forward, a cold voice came from behind: "Idiot, it's obvious you're not their match, yet you insist on going up!"

Upon hearing it, the crowd turned to look, seeing a woman in her twenties wearing leather armor, her exposed skin bronzed, her chest bare without concealment, her gaze icy, murderous aura surging—like someone who constantly licks blood off the blade.

The crowd quickly made way, whispering: "Wow! It's Third Chief Meigui of the Fierce Tiger Stronghold!"

The bearded man inside saw her, shuddered, and stepped aside: "Third Sister!"

The woman didn't even glance at him, strode straight into the crowd, looked at Heng Xian, and snorted: "You're young, I can't tell your cultivation level, but your strength is not small—where are you from?"

Tu Zi quickly leaned close to Heng Xian: "Brother Heng, be careful—this woman is Third Chief Meigui of the Fierce Tiger Stronghold, eighth layer of the Qi Hai Realm, ruthless and cruel, and renowned for her great strength!"

Heng Xian smiled, looking at the woman: "I'm just here to beg for a meal, no background—wanna play? If not, I can leave."

Meigui sized her up, right foot on the table, grabbing the bearded man's storage bag: "You're only in your teens, I don't believe you have that much strength,"

let's have a match—if you win, you take the money here, and I'll even sleep with you; if you lose, I'll take all the spirit crystals from your storage bag and chop off your privates—care to play?

"Hahaha..."

"How violent!"

The surrounding crowd instantly went crazy.

Heng Xian blinked: "That ruthless? Then... come on!"

"Bang!"

Meigui's right hand slammed heavily onto the table.

Heng Xian reached out and clasped hands with her.

Before Tu Zi could speak, Meigui herself said: "Start!"

Saying that, she immediately exerted force.

In that instant, her force reached a hundred thousand catties.

With that move, ordinary people couldn't even block it, let alone react in time.

Yet her arm, together with half her body, seemed to strike a wall, almost suffering an internal injury from being "bent."

Because Heng Xian's arm didn't budge an inch.

"You..." Meigui's face turned white in a flash.

As soon as her words fell, her whole body flew off like a rag, over the heads of the crowd.

"Smack!"

She sprawled out in a large-character shape and fell to the ground.

Before and after,

a breath!

"Uh..." the bearded man and the crowd behind, ready to roar angrily, swallowed their words.

Even Tu Zi was dazed.

Heng Xian smiled, casually collected all the spirit crystals and storage bags, pushed through the crowd and walked to the dazed Mei Gui, flicked her two balls: "Sleeping doesn't need it, you old bull eating tender grass isn't good—thanks for the spirit crystals!"

After saying that, he made a gesture at Tuzi: "Go!"

Tuzi hurriedly brought his three followers and chased up, excitedly saying: "Heng Xian brother, we won back ten thousand, and even turned a profit of fifty thousand—that's all the wealth of Fierce Tiger Stronghold, hahaha..."

"All the wealth?" Heng Xian paused, then immediately took out ten thousand spirit crystals and gave them to Tuzi, "I doubt they'll just let it go, right?"

Tuzi, feeling embarrassed and grateful, took the spirit crystals, then scratched his head: "Maybe… they won't accept it, let's hurry back to the stronghold, there's a cart ahead!"

Heng Xian nodded: "Go!"

The group hurriedly walked, soon reaching the west of the town, where two members of the Righteous Scholars Gang were waiting by a cart pulled by ten horned wolves.

The group jumped onto the cart, quickly drove the wolf pack, and galloped deep into the Sand Dune Mountain.

Heng Xian pulled 'Gou Dan' to his side, looked at the blowing sand ahead, and asked: "How did you guys end up here?"

Tuzi gave him a strange look, embarrassed, and said: "It's not like we got dragged into this because of you and the demon race!"

Heng Xian exclaimed: "What do you mean?"

Tuzi almost cried out: "The last time we listened to your advice, we left the vicinity of Weiwu Commandery, planning to find a new mountain stronghold, but then the capital of Sang Guo encountered a major incident,"

The disciples of the great sects were everywhere hunting demon beasts and you, and for some unknown reason they even came to hate us righteous thieves and mountain bandits, killing us on sight.

We kept retreating, all the way to Vast Han Mountain; they disliked this desolate place, so they didn't follow.

Poor chief, he suffered heavy injuries and could barely walk; originally there were three hundred brothers, but now only ninety-seven remain.

He said this while letting out a heavy sigh.

Heng Xian rubbed his nose: "Life is unsatisfactory eight or nine times out of ten; just endure it!"

Tuzi scratched his head: "Right!"

Saying that, he then realized: "Huh? How did you also end up here?"

Heng Xian laughed: "This place is desolate; I'm also here fleeing for my life—how about it? Dare to take me in?"

Tuzi slapped his hand hard: "Sure! You're very smart, we really need you—hahaha..."

Afterwards, the wolf cart raced wildly, and the two chatted in a haphazard mess.

Heng Xian quickly grasped the environment of this ten‑thousand‑li Han Mountain.

This Han Mountain is truly too vast, too large; it is said that its northern side already borders the cultivation world of the Northern Region.

Inside the Han Mountain, wild beasts, spirit beasts, demon beasts, ores, medicinal herbs, etc., are spread throughout, but one must go deep at least over a thousand li inside, which is extremely dangerous.

In this vicinity there are at least a thousand large and small forces, with extremely complex personnel...

The wolf cart raced for an hour, then suddenly stopped; the baldy pointed ahead and said, "Our stronghold has arrived!"

(End of chapter)