Those years, those jokes, those scum

Chapter 184: Jianghu Dispute, the Chief is Not Obedient 28

"The eighth match, Leng Shan from Xuanfeng Sect versus Nanda from Haisha Sect!!!" the MC announced loudly while standing on the attic holding a scroll.

When Qin Shuangjiang heard the name of Leng Shan's opponent, she showed a look of disgust. She stopped the boy who was about to leave and gave him a brief warning: "Be careful of your opponent's tricks."

"Thank you, I understand." Leng Shan, who already had one foot on the railing, turned around to thank him, then exerted force on his feet and flew easily to the center of the wide training ground.

"This is the disciple of the legendary Xuanfeng Sect."

"What a light gong."

"Haha, there are quite a few young talents in this session."

The discussion was going on. Nanda looked at the plain-dressed young man who was walking towards him and bowing to him with contempt. "Bah, what is this legendary sect of mine? It's just a poor family that doesn't participate in the martial arts world!"

When he was done with the etiquette, Leng Shan turned half his body and looked up at their seats. Several people standing in the stands waved to him and encouraged him. Unfortunately, the person he was waiting for still hadn't come back.

“Kid, don’t look around during a fight!” Nanda seized the opportunity, took a deep breath, took a step forward, and smashed over with two black hammers.

"Dang——" The contact of the weapons made a harsh sound.

This kid is quite strong. Nanda didn't expect that he could take his attack. He gritted his teeth, increased his strength again, and pressed down with his weight.

Humph, competing with me in strength is simply courting death.

Seeing that the advantage between the two people on the stage was becoming more and more obvious, Yuan Che on the stands was about to tell Leng Shan not to hold on, but Leng Shan suddenly loosened the sword in his hand, and at the same time, with extremely fast body movements, he turned half a circle to his right, and then took advantage of the opponent's forward leaning due to inertia, and swung his right fist hard at his left cheek.

With a thud, a heavy object fell, stirring up a cloud of dust.

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"..."

Eh? What happened? Because it happened so fast, the people in the stands fell silent because of this incident.

"You, aren't you a swordsman?!" Nanda Luo half-sat on the ground, covering Lao Gao's swollen left face. He looked at the long sword lying on the ground, then looked at Leng Shan with an incredible expression and shouted loudly.

"Yes, but can't swordsmen use their fists?" Leng Shan asked back in confusion, blinking his bright eyes. No one said swordsmen can't use their fists? Is there a rule in martial arts competitions that forbids the use of fists? !

"No, no, but you lost your sword!!" Everyone knows that for any swordsman, his sword is his life! How could a swordsman just throw away his sword!

"But if you don't drop the sword, how can I beat you?"

"But you are a swordsman! How could you throw away your sword!" Nanda continued to accuse angrily.

"But if you don't drop the sword, how can I beat you?"

"But you are a famous swordsman!!!"

"…" No, why are you reacting so strongly to this? Leng Shan said he didn't understand.

The swordsmen present, who have always believed in "The sword is as long as the man is alive, and the sword dies, the man dies", began to have different ideas about this sentence.

"So it can be done this way~" Yuan Che leaned on the railing and looked at the two people who had started fighting again, with an expression of sudden enlightenment on his face.

Qin Shuangjiang, who had been silently paying attention to the situation in the field, raised her lips in amusement. The swordsman's faith and romance were all very stupid to her. A swordman's life was not as important as his own. She just liked the pragmatic and unpretentious style of Xuanfeng Sect.

Soon the fight was drawing to a close, and it could be said that there was no suspense. As the fight progressed, Leng Shan had completely adapted to the rhythm of the battle, and was forcing the opponent back step by step with his suppressive strength.

"Hero, stop fighting, I give up! I surrender!" Nanda Luo's tall body knelt down in front of Leng Shan, three steps away from him.

It's over. Leng Shan pulled back the sword with a flourish. He turned his head to look at the judge outside the right field. The judge nodded to him. The judge raised his hand and said loudly: "The eighth match, Xuanfeng Sect..."

Senior sister still hasn't come back... Leng Shan turned around and looked towards the stands again, searching. Before his eyes could move to the inside of the seats, he saw that the junior brother who had just smiled at him was now full of fear and panic.

"Brother, be careful!!!"

"Die, little devil!"

The compact attack hit the defenseless abdomen, chest and face directly. Even if he quickly stepped back to avoid it by instinct, he could not withstand such a short-distance attack.

"Puff——" After spitting out a large mouthful of blood, Leng Shan staggered and placed the sword on the ground to support himself from falling.

"Little ghost, remember this in your next life. This is called all is fair in war." Nanda picked up the weapon on the ground and ran over quickly. Then he held the stone hammer across his chest and struck hard at Leng Shan's head.

"Senior brother, get out of the way!" Leng Si, who was about to jump into the field, was held down by two afterimages.

The changes in the field made the audience remain silent once again.

A beautiful woman in red pulled the boy back from the waist and avoided the attack. The pretty woman in black turned her back to Nanda and blocked the stone hammer with one hand. Leng Nuan shook his arm, and the stone hammer flew out of his owner's hand like a weightless kite and flew more than ten meters away.

Hiss~ The audience gasped. He was so young yet had such a strong inner strength. Is this the strength of the legendary sect, Xuanfeng Sect?

"Leng Nuan?" Seeing who was coming, Qin Shuangjiang took back the hidden weapon in her hand. She quickly looked at the young man in her hand. With just one glance, Qin Shuangjiang's heart sank. Leng Shan's injury was not as serious as it looked. She was worried about the young man's mind.

There are many talented people in the martial arts world who, after experiencing failure and pain, have developed a fear and resistance to using martial arts. Some people spend years healing, while others never recover from this psychological problem in their entire lives.

"Leng Nuan." Qin Shuangjiang called out worriedly.

Leng Nuan walked forward and felt Leng Shan's pulse, then fed him a pill. She gently patted Leng Shan's cheek and said softly, "Shan'er, look at me."

"Ahem, Master, Senior Sister." Leng Shan's distracted eyes finally responded. But the trembling that he couldn't control betrayed the young man's fear.

"Shan'er, can you wait for me for a moment?" Leng Nuan pointed to a spot not far from the stage and said. "Thank you for your help." Then she said to Qin Shuangjiang.

Although she didn't understand why Leng Shan wasn't allowed to rest and heal his wounds right away, Qin Shuangjiang still followed the willful senior sisters and brothers. She brought Leng Shan to the stage, supported him with one hand, and carefully transferred her inner strength to his back with the other hand.

At this moment, the eyes of the entire audience followed the movements of the black-clad woman on the stage. Here it comes, here it comes, they are going to see the strength of the legendary sect!

"What do you want to do?" Nanda rubbed the numb knuckles of his right hand with his left hand, and unconsciously took a few steps back when he saw the person coming.

"I'll be grateful for your instruction from Leng Nuan of Xuanfeng Sect." After walking a certain distance, Leng Nuan stopped. She clasped her hands together and bowed with a calm expression.

This is against the rules. The judge who saw everything was struggling whether to step forward to stop it. He looked up at his leader. Okay, he understood, he just needs to continue to be a pillar. Although everyone in the martial arts world tacitly accepts intrigue and deception, it does not prevent everyone from despising it. Bah, who told you to bully other people's children? Now the parents are here. The judge despised someone's behavior in his heart, while waiting for the subsequent development with relish. Finally, there is a chance to see the true strength of Xuanfengmen.

It's no wonder they care so much. It's because their sect is too low-key. People are still very curious about legendary things.

Here it comes! Nanda, who had just experienced it, knew that the opponent was very powerful. He gathered all his strength and fought back with all his might.

When everyone held their breath for this moment, tense and ready to witness the legend, a black shadow was knocked into the air, floated on the ground like a stone skipping on water, rolled on the ground for a few times, and stopped with its back facing the sky.

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The huge space was completely silent, with only question marks filling the air...

"Ahhhh, host, what have you done again!!! You're going to disappear in a moment!" A.K0527, who had just returned from space, saw this outrageous action of his host. Ah, forget it, it's not the first time his host has done this. A.K0527 sighed helplessly and continued to float in the air waiting for the matter to end.

"Senior sister!"

"Senior sister!"

Qin Shuangjiang held down the young man who was about to rush in and shook her head slightly. She watched the man who had just sat up, with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. She was angry and amused, but she also felt that it was as expected, and even had a sense of déjà vu.

Eh? Is he that powerful?! Nanda, who was still in horse stance, pulled back his punch in a daze.

"Hahaha, what a legendary sect."

"That's right, I thought it was so amazing."

"Ha, just pretending."

Nanda looked down at the base of his right hand. Although it was no longer numb, the impact of the internal force was real. He looked at someone who had stood up but was not stable, and listened to the mocking and sarcastic voices around him, which gradually made his self-confidence swell.

"Hahahahaha, the legendary Xuanfeng Sect is nothing more than this." Nandala, who knew how to take advantage of a victory and add insult to injury, would not give his opponent a second to breathe. Fists as dense as rain mercilessly greeted Leng Nuan.

Under the attack of a series of punches, Leng Nuan, who was blocking and retreating at the same time, looked particularly embarrassed. Nanda Luo kicked Leng Nuan straight, and Leng Nuan was knocked away again, falling near the edge of the martial arts arena.

No matter what, in the eyes of some chivalrous men, it was just a man bullying a woman. Some viewers frowned in displeasure, ready to stop Nanda if he attacked.

"Cough," Leng Nuan, who had fallen down, stood up quickly this time. However, to others' surprise, she turned around and walked towards Leng Shan with steady steps.

"What on earth are you thinking about?" Leng Nuan's cheeks were slightly swollen, the corners of his mouth were cracked, his nose was broken, and there were scattered bloodstains on his collar. The blood from the wound on his forehead dripped down his cheeks and fell to his feet. This look was really a bit scary.

Seeing this cold and warm, Qin Shuangjiang stopped talking. She clenched her fists behind her back, and her mind flashed through all kinds of cold and warm times, such as when she was smart, calm, proud, and smiling. But she shouldn't be like this now. She shifted her gaze to Nanda who was walking towards her, and the anger in her eyes aroused murderous intent.

"Senior Sister--" Leng Shan took two steps forward, raised his head and looked at Leng Nuan who was so close to him, his face full of anxiety, worry and confusion.

"Shan'er," Leng Nuan half-knelt in front of them with this look on her face. She smiled brightly on her scarred face and said to him, "Look, even if you're injured, there's nothing to be afraid of, right?"

The young man's pupils suddenly widened, his body trembled, his eyes filled with tears, he bit his lips tightly, and squeezed out a "hmm" sound from his throat.

"But," Leng Nuan reached out and gently touched his head, looking at him with gentle yet firm eyes and said, "You have to remember this pain, so that you won't hurt others easily."

Leng Shan stopped trembling. He rolled up his sleeves and wiped away his tears. He used his broken copper gong, which was still in the voice change stage, to shout loudly and firmly: "Shan'er remembers it."

Leng Nuan stood up, backed away while raising his right hand to indicate the number two, and said with a faint smile: "Hey, Shan'er, give me another 2 seconds."

"You sissy, is it the tradition of your Xuanfeng sect to look around during a fight? Prepare to die!" Nanda Luo, who had come behind Leng Nuan, aimed a sharp knife at her heart and stabbed her from behind.

However, when everyone was worried about the woman in the field, they saw Nandala suddenly staggered behind Leng Nuan, kneeling heavily on the ground with his tall body, his hands prostrated, his head lowered, and a completely kneeling posture - facing the young man named Leng Shan.

The place was once again in absolute silence. Now they understood why Xuanfeng Sect rarely participated in the affairs of the martial arts world. Damn, this is totally not on the same level!!!

With Xu Qingluo's generous sponsorship, Leng Nuan and his group were placed in a quiet and elegant small building in the city center to rest. By the time everything was settled, it was already evening.

"Hu~Ha~" He took a deep breath. Leng Nuan sat alone on the fence in front of the door, closed his eyes and relaxed his mind, feeling the cool breeze blowing on his cheeks.

"How is Leng Shan?"

"Ah, nothing serious, he's still sleeping soundly. Si'er is with him."

Leng Nuan opened his eyes and looked at the bright red standing in the courtyard. In this dim weather, it seemed as if the surroundings were also dyed with color. Realizing this, Leng Nuan curled the corners of his mouth unconsciously towards the visitor.

"It hurts." Ah, although the injury is not serious, it still hurts. Leng Nuan frowned in distress. He would not be able to eat properly for several days.

"It's your turn." Hearing Leng Nuan's cry of pain, Qin Shuangjiang, who was still standing in the yard, took two or three steps to Leng Nuan's front. She looked up and down at Leng Nuan's bloodstained black clothes, which had been changed into a light blue dark clothes. If it weren't for the bruises on her face, people would have suspected that the person who was kicked was not her.

"You clearly told others to take good care of themselves, but why did you mess up when it comes to you!" Who was it yesterday! Ah! He complained to her for a long time just because his palm was broken.

It would be fine if he didn't talk about this. As soon as he talked about this, Qin Shuangjiang felt like something was blocking his heart, especially when he saw her current face, he just didn't like anything about it!

I didn't expect Qin Shuangjiang to say this suddenly. Leng Nuan was slightly stunned and said with a smile: "Well, sorry."

"You..." No, why should I apologize to her?

"Ok?"

"You..." Qin Shuangjiang didn't know what he wanted to say after saying you for a long time. After holding it in for a long time, he threw a bottle of golden medicine from his sleeve on Leng Nuan's body in a fit of anger and said unhappily, "Have a good rest, I'm leaving."

"Wait a moment." Leng Nuan quickly grabbed Qin Shuangjiang's wrist.

What else? Qin Shuangjiang turned around and asked with his eyes.

"Si'er said that you took care of me during my absence."

"Ahem," she said, feeling unworthy of the honor. Look at how she had taken care of her junior brother! "Actually, I didn't..." Qin Shuangjiang wanted to say something more, but when she saw her reflection in those bright and clear eyes, she gradually lost her voice.

Then she heard the familiar, cold, yet reassuring voice slowly say:

"Thank you, Ajiang."