Chapter 435: Mayfly Shaking a Tree

"My lord, my lord, why don't we, we..."

Huobu Quli was already drenched in sweat at this moment.

That was his own younger brother! If he were torn to shreds by this black bear with one hand, how could he answer to his parents when he returned?

Liu Zheng gave a wry smile: "Do you think it's still in time to concede now? Besides, I feel your brother wants to give it a try..."

"Ah?"

Huobu Quli was stunned for a moment.

Looking over, it was indeed as expected.

At this moment, although Huobu Zhuoli was very afraid in his heart, his eyes were actually flickering with the desire to challenge...

Heiti'eli?

Black bear?

The number one Warrior of Daliang Mountain?

So what?

Huobu Zhuoli was also the number one Warrior of the Small Trouser Leg! Their Small Trouser Leg did not believe in Heiti Aba! They believed in the Same King!

At this moment, they believed in the Son of the Black Dragon!

The conflict in faith made him unwilling to concede.

And with the teachings on acupoints and meridians from Lord Longyan, he himself also really wanted to challenge him.

To challenge, one must challenge the stronger; what is the point of challenging someone weaker than oneself?

Challenging the limit is what counts as a challenge.

He looked at the mountain-like Heiti'eli, his legs trembling uncontrollably, but he did not retreat.

"You want to challenge me?"

Heiti'eli laughed loudly, his laughter full of contempt. The hundreds of thousands of people in the arena also laughed at the same time, seemingly mocking Huobu Zhuoli's overestimation of his own capabilities.

In this situation, it would be better to concede early.

He actually still wanted to challenge this big black bear?

At this time, others soon arrived one after another. These people had just been used as steps to climb the high platform, but they dared not get angry at Heiti'eli and could only glare fiercely at Huobu Zhuoli, their eyes full of threats.

The other two Warriors of the Medium Trouser Leg also stood beside Heiti'eli, but who would have thought that Heiti'eli would directly slap them far away, shouting angrily: "Are you looking down on me? Get lost, I am enough on my own!"

"Pfft..."

Liu Zheng spat out another mouthful.

The others were also dumbfounded. Especially Shama Zhuoyi, who rolled his eyes and almost jumped up to curse. If you can do it, you can do it, but why are you hitting your own tribesmen aside? Truly, strong limbs and a simple mind!

Idiot!

"Huobu?"

Looking back at the Small Trouser Leg side, the other two had also arrived at Huobu Zhuoli's side, asking about the situation ahead.

Wrestling.

According to the rules—although it was said that rules were not important, especially when encountering someone like Heiti'eli, they were even more like a mere formality, but there were still basic rules. The rule of wrestling was a melee. The one who stands until the end wins the title.

It was just that simple.

Therefore, if the three of them were to fight together, they had to employ a strategy.

Huobu Zhuoli whispered: "Let's not be in a hurry. I estimate this idiot is going to challenge everyone next, so let's wait and see..."

Sure enough.

He hadn't even finished speaking.

Heiti'eli was already roaring: "A bunch of trash, come at me together, come on, come at me together, I want to eat once I'm done, I'm hungry!"

The whole arena was in an uproar.

One person challenging the other thirty!

This had never happened in all the previous Torch Festivals. Even if this Heiti'eli was strong, doing this was offending the public.

"Attack!"

"Finish him off!"

"Kill the bear!"

Sure enough, just as Huobu Zhuoli had expected, this guy successfully attracted all the hatred of the entire arena. Huobu Zhuoli was amused and followed the crowd, waving his arms and shouting.

"Just you lot?"

Heiti'eli laughed loudly, facing thirty people without a hint of fear, and at this moment, he had already walked over.

The other thirty people immediately huddled together. At the first moment, they felt they should first deal with this arrogant Heiti'eli, and then they would decide the winner among themselves! At the start, three Warriors attacked simultaneously in shock, but they didn't even get within a meter of Heiti'eli before they were kicked away by him—the other person was knocked unconscious by a companion.

Next.

Five people!

However, they were still no match for Heiti'eli.

Seven people...

Ten people!

On the wrestling platform, these people formed a circle, attacking continuously. But Heiti'eli was just that formidable; standing there alone, he could attend to all directions. Every part of his body seemed to have been turned into a weapon by him, and when people hit him, they would end up getting hurt themselves.

A wall of bronze and iron!

After several attempts, the thirty people could not shake this Heiti'eli in the slightest; instead, many of them were seriously injured.

Despair!

Despair from the heart!

The thirty people looked at each other. How could they fight this? This simply wasn't an existence on the same level! This Heiti'eli was simply not human!

At this moment, Huobu Zhuoli suddenly said, "If we want to go head-to-head with him, we absolutely have no chance. We must use a clever Method!"

"Bullshit, how do we use a clever Method?"

"The score from just now, I haven't settled with you yet!"

"This is simply not a human, how do we use a clever Method?"

A group of people spoke one after another in sarcastic tones.

Huobu Zhuoli chuckled and said, "I believe that human strength has its limits; he is a man, not a god. If he is a man, he has weaknesses! We must first find his weaknesses, and then prescribe the right medicine!"

The crowd heard that it made sense and looked over one after another.

"If everyone trusts me, then do as I say and follow my command!"

At this moment, Huobu Zhuoli's own command ability was displayed. After all, he was the Headman's younger brother, so his authority was still much stronger than others. The others had been beaten miserably enough by this Heiti'eli, and at this time they wanted revenge, so although they did not believe Huobu Zhuoli truly had a Method, they could only try.

"Fine!"

"Let's see how he arranges it!"

"But let's set the condition first: if we cannot defeat this big bear, when we come back, we will deal with you first, and then go to seize second place!"

Huobu Zhuoli nodded with a bitter smile.

He first raised his head, took a look at Liu Zheng on the high tower, and took a deep breath.

I hope this Lord Longyan did not deceive me...

At this moment, Heiti'eli, who was already clearly impatient, had already developed the intent to kill. He planned to take a risk!

This risk had only two possibilities: one was to defeat Heiti'eli, and the other was for him to die!

Those so-called acupoints, those meridians, those vital points, do they really exist?

If things did not go as Liu Zheng said, then Huobu Zhuoli would surely die today.

"Charge!"

After a simple arrangement, Huobu Zhuoli let out a roar.

Thirty people once again rushed toward Heiti'eli simultaneously. This time, Huobu Zhuoli arranged for ten people to feign an attack from the east flank, while the main force was placed on the west side. The armpit area on the west side!

This was the weakness he was attempting for the first time!

Boom—!

Heiti'eli was still as fierce as ever; as his body swung, the others were like ants. Thirty people were once again blasted away by him alone.

Failed!

Continue!

Huobu Zhuoli still did not give up!

Once again.

Still a failure!

On the arena, quite a bit of blood had already been splattered out.

"Hahahaha, what are they doing?"

Shama Zhuoyi at this moment already felt victory was in his grasp; he drank wine in large gulps and deliberately looked toward Liu Zheng's side: "Noble one, there is a saying in Longyan, 'an ant shaking a tree'? Does this count as wishful thinking?"

The crowd laughed along.

Liu Zheng was expressionless, watching quietly.

At this time, Heiti'eli was truly like a big tree.

Those thirty Liangshan Warriors who kept trying were indeed like ants...

But these ants did not give up.

As things had developed to this point, everything was actually no longer under Liu Zheng's control.

He had only taught Huobu Zhuoli how to look for a person's weakness.

Break through from the weakness!

But...

Clearly, even finding the weakness now was very difficult.

This Heiti'eli was truly too strong.

His defense was almost seamless, not giving you any space to look for weaknesses.

The scene.

Became tragic.

Hundreds of thousands of Liangshan People also fell silent.

Thirty people, charge after charge, failure after failure.

Heiti'eli roared time and again: "Are you still coming?"

"Still coming?"

Answering him were these thirty people, enduring the pain to crawl up from the ground, and then continuing...

Fresh blood had already begun to stain the arena.

The air.

Seemed to have frozen.

People had already begun to suffocate.

Many people had a glint in their eyes.

This is the man of Liangshan, this is the Warrior of Liangshan!

Regardless of whether these thirty people were defeated or victorious, this spirit of the Liangshan Warriors, fearless of life and death, was worthy of respect!

Many people.

At this moment, the "On Horses" by Lord Longyan from just before rang out!

Who says Liangshan has no talent, who says they are Southern Barbarians, and have no fine steeds?

These thirty Warriors are exactly that right now!

At this time, even the tribespeople of the Zhongkujiao felt a sense of admiration for these thirty Warriors.

"A bunch of ants!"

Shama Zhuoyi laughed out loud.

What he did not expect was.

Just a moment later.

These blood-covered Liangshan Warriors would put on a show for him, a true display of how even ants can shake a tree!