"Hmm..."
He hadn’t expected that, on the first day of opening, he would encounter such an expert.
What a happy problem to have...
"Alright, since you’re the first fortunate contestant to co challenge , and you’ve asked so sincerely, I’ll grant your wish."
"Oh! So, I can fight with the Hero of Guanzhong?" Xiang Wenlong’s eyes lit up.
"That’s right, set a ti, and I’ll be ready whenever."
"No need to wait, let’s do it now! I can still fight!" Xiang Wenlong declared with pride.
ng Lang wasn’t surprised, he just smiled and nodded, then turned to Cheng Biao.
"Brother Biao, could you please clear the area and close the door!"
"Uh..."
Xiang Wenlong looked baffled. It was just a friendly spar, why the need to clear the area?
Could it be that they worried about losing too badly and affecting their reputation?
Ha! Those who fish for fa!
Brother Biao didn’t quite understand what ng Lang wanted to do, but he imdiately started to disperse the underlings, having everyone leave the boxing gym.
Li Lei and his disciple exchanged glances, both of their expressions a bit odd.
Before leaving, Li Lei couldn’t help but ask a question.
"Um, you... haven’t heard of the Hero of Guanzhong’s signature Ultimate Skill?"
"Signature Ultimate Skill? The Twelve Road Spring Leg is just a small matter, I haven’t really witnessed it."
"I’m not talking about that, I an..."
"Humph! No need to say more. I, Xiang Wenlong, never need to know what my opponent can do, only where my opponent is!"
Watching the proud and cold face of the Shaolin disciple brimming with inexplicable confidence, Li Lei finally confird it.
This was a naive youth who had co to challenge without hearing about the "fearso legend of the Jianghu..."
Alas! Master ng truly is a compassionate healer, even arranging for the crowd to clear out and the doors to close ahead of ti.
With so many onlookers, word getting out would an instant social death for those seeking fa and glory.
Recalling that inevitable, elegant final kick on Zhongnan Mountain that seed as though it was from out of this world...
Li Lei’s heart tightened, and he gave Xiang Wenlong a look of sympathy before quickly following everyone else out of the gym.
Only when the gym’s main door had been firmly shut did Xiang Wenlong begin to look around curiously, turning to the sole remaining ng Lang to ask oddly.
"Hey! Where’s the Hero of Guanzhong?"
ng Lang didn’t respond, just chuckled and started to limber up.
Xiang Wenlong: "..."
...
Outside.
"Eh! Why is Brother ng staying inside alone? Is he acting as the referee?
Then who’s the Hero of Guanzhong? Did he enter through the back door? There’s been no noise at all, so secretive. I really want to go in and see..."
Tang Xiaoqi chattered nonstop with questions, while Zheng Wan felt overwheld, as he couldn’t possibly know the answers to these questions.
Just as he was about to say sothing, the door suddenly "creaked" open from the inside.
There was ng Lang, still carrying that dical kit, nonchalantly walking out.
Then, he gently closed the big door behind him with a delicate touch.
"Hey! Brother ng, how co you’ve co out so quickly? Has the fight started inside?" Tang Xiaoqi quickly asked.
ng Lang said with a smile, "You’re just a child, don’t be so keen on joining the commotion. Alright, there’s nothing to see here, everyone can leave.
I’m going ho now, it’s ti for dinner."
After speaking, he didn’t give the perplexed crowd a chance to ask more questions, and strode away from the gym, leaving behind only a mysterious back...
Everyone exchanged glances, itching with curiosity.
What exactly had happened inside?
If the fight had started, why wasn’t there any noise?
Among them, only Zheng Wan stood still, his expression odd.
He had just been standing at the door when it was opened; the brief glimpse through the gap had given him a view of part of the scene inside.
If he wasn’t mistaken, that incredibly fierce man—whose prowess seed beyond reason—appeared to have already collapsed on the ring...
But how could that be?
From the closing to the opening of the door, had it even been ten seconds?
He felt he must have been seeing things.
But upon reflection, the image was clear, only the man’s falling posture was sowhat strange.
(Xiang Wenlong: "Orz...")
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