Chapter 436: Judgment

The brutality of the scene continued to unfold.

Heiti'eli's stamina seemed as if it would never be exhausted.

Wave after wave of people were swept away by him.

At this moment, many people could no longer bear to watch.

Admit defeat!

They really wished these thirty people would just admit defeat. Why go to such lengths?

This Heiti'eli was simply not human! At this point, even if they admitted defeat, they would still have lost with dignity!

However.

They did not.

Huobu Zhuoli's face was already covered in blood by this time.

"Huobu, can you actually do it?"

"Where is your Son of the Black Dragon? Why isn't he working?"

"Pah! Whether it works or not, keep hitting the bastard!"

"That's right, keep fighting!"

These thirty people had actually worked themselves into a fury by this time.

Huobu Zhuoli hurriedly urged, "Do not make meaningless sacrifices; let's stick to our plan! Continue, continue in one direction!"

The crowd spat in succession, spitting out the blood in their mouths, their gazes becoming sharp.

Continue!

Continue to the west armpit!

Huobu Zhuoli felt that his choice was correct. Because just a moment ago, he could feel that Heiti'eli was deliberately protecting that spot. Although it wasn't obvious, he had still captured that subtle feeling in that moment...

Just as Viscount Liu had said!

Every person has a weakness!

Under the loud mockery of Shama Zhuoyi, and under the suffocating gaze of everyone.

Under the arrogant aura and indiscriminate attacks of Heiti'eli.

Once.

And then once more!

By the time the fourth attempt came, the opportunity had finally arrived!

Heiti'eli, perhaps because he was too irritable and too impatient, became slightly slower in his counterattack against the thirty people this time. In this gap, Huobu Zhuoli finally found his chance and landed a punch on his west armpit! Sure enough, Heiti'eli felt a trace of a threat, immediately let out an angry roar, and threw a punch that landed squarely on Huobu Zhuoli's face, sending the latter flying backward like a small boat...

"Zhuoli!"

"Huobu!"

This punch had too much force; even Huobu Quli's expression changed.

"Attack!"

Huobu Zhuoli, instantly dizzy and seeing black, used his last bit of strength to roar: "That's the spot, attack!"

The thirty people were all invigorated at once.

Having chosen the right direction, the subsequent efforts would no longer be in vain.

Continue!

This time, the siege of over thirty people was directed at one single spot on Heiti'eli! This made Heiti'eli become even more irritable, waving his limbs while cursing loudly.

The more irritable he became, the more obvious his protection of his armpit was! With this, how could the thirty Liangshan Warriors not know what to do next?

The embarrassed and furious Heiti'eli, facing the precise pressure from the thirty people, could still hold on and maintain his overwhelming advantage at first.

To outsiders.

He was still the behemoth in the arena.

But only he understood that he was beginning to struggle more and more.

The more he struggled, the more irritable he became, and the more irritable he became, the more obvious his weakness grew!

"Bang!"

At this moment, the first person, after countless attempts, finally landed a punch on Heiti'eli's armpit for the first time, with precise positioning!

"Roar..."

Heiti'eli let out a pained cry for the first time today.

The roar shook the heavens.

Like a black bear roaring at the sky, he was enraged!

The frantically counterattacking Heiti'eli completely exposed the weaknesses of every part of his body.

How could the thirty people hesitate now?

One wave followed by another!

The battle became brutal once again.

However, at this moment, it was no longer a situation where Heiti'eli could hold the fort alone.

"What?"

Shama Zhuoyi's expression changed drastically when he saw this situation.

"This..."

"What is going on?"

Anyone with eyes could see that Heiti'eli no longer possessed his earlier invincibility!

Bang, bang, bang!

Boom, boom, boom!

The thirty Liangshan Warriors, increasingly confident, attacked in succession. More and more fists and kicks landed on Heiti'eli's weak points.

"Pfft!"

Finally.

For the first time, Heiti'eli was struck by these men until he spat out blood; he roared like a demon, his eyes fierce and cruel: "You all must die, you all must die!"

Just at this moment.

Suddenly, Huobu Zhuoli, who had just fainted, appeared behind Heiti'eli.

This blood-covered younger brother of the Headman of the Small Trouser-Legs looked at Heiti'eli's armpit with cold eyes, and using every ounce of his strength, he struck from behind Heiti'eli.

Following a loud shout.

Heiti'eli, this fellow born with divine strength who had entered the arena riding a large black bear, finally felt a wave of dizziness, and then with a loud rumble, this mountain-like existence actually broke out in a cold sweat and knelt down.

With this kneeling, the entire audience was shocked.

"Charge!"

"Beat him!"

"Do it!"

The thirty men, how could they not know to seize this opportunity, rushed up one by one. One punch after another, one kick after another.

No matter how loudly Heiti'eli roared, it was all in vain.

Rumble.

His body, weighing who knows how many hundreds of catties, finally lay flat on the wrestling ring.

The entire arena was silent for a moment.

The thirty-plus men formed a circle, just watching Heiti'eli, stunned themselves at this moment. They won? They actually won? Then, everyone looked simultaneously at Huobu Zhuoli on the ground.

It was him!

It was he who led them to victory!

The Liangshan People are like this; they worship the strong. This Heiti'eli was already strong enough, so wouldn't the person who could lead them to defeat him be even stronger?

"Huobu!"

"Huobu!"

"Son of the Black Dragon!"

"Son of the Black Dragon!"

These thirty men, with tacit understanding, went over, lifted Huobu Zhuoli up, placed him on their shoulders, and cheered with joy.

Huobu Zhuoli had successfully won the Wrestling Tournament!

This was almost beyond any dispute!

At this moment, Shama Zhuoyi was completely dumbfounded.

He simply could not believe everything before his eyes.

Lost?

Heiti'eli had actually lost? He was a black bear, and he had actually lost to this group of ants!

Liu Zheng laughed softly as he looked over: "Headman Shama, who said ants cannot shake a tree?"

"You, you, you..."

Shama Zhuoyi was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

This was an incredible victory.

This was a comeback of the Liangshan Warrior spirit.

Hundreds of thousands of people cheered at once, shouting in unison, "Son of the Black Dragon!"

Besides the Son of the Black Dragon, who could defeat this demon-like Heiti'eli?

The whole arena shouted, the whole arena knelt in worship.

The atmosphere of the Torch Festival truly reached its climax.

Lost...

In this Torch Festival, the Middle Trouser-Legs had already lost, and the Small Trouser-Legs had successfully taken the crown! Because the subsequent events no longer mattered; things like Bullfighting, Cockfighting, and the Beauty Pageant were just entertainment, of no real consequence. At most, the final Beauty Pageant could be considered a major event.

But even with a best-of-three format, the Middle Trouser-Legs, who had long dominated the Torch Festival, had this time suffered a crushing defeat!

According to the wager, Aluba would become the only Great Bimo in the entire Liangshan region!

"Son of the Black Dragon!"

"Aluba!"

"Aluba!"

Hundreds of thousands of people sang and danced at the same time, as if welcoming the arrival of a new era for Liangshan.

Aluba, surrounded by many Suni, also ascended the highest platform, sprinkling his "Holy Water"...

Shama Zhuoyi and his group had already been drowned out by the surging shouts.

At this time.

Aluba suddenly used a gesture to calm the sound of the entire arena, stood on that high platform, and looked coldly at Shama Zhuoyi: "Headman Shama, you were a retainer of my Alu Clan, yet you colluded with foreign enemies, defected to the Nanzhao Kingdom, and used Bone-Eating Poison to harm the people. Today, I, the Son of the Black Dragon, judge you on behalf of Heaven, and demand you give the Liangshan people an explanation!"

Once these words were spoken, the entire arena was in an uproar.

Colluded with Nanzhao?

Bone-Eating Poison?

What was going on?

Shama Zhuoyi, meanwhile, had a face full of murderous intent.

He did not expect that before he had even ordered the start of the war, this Aluba would actually take the initiative to provoke a war!