bullyxtreme Chapter 591 Before even touching a hair on his opponent's head, he tripped and fell unconscious
Chapter 591 Before even touching a hair on his opponent's head, he tripped and fell unconscious
Immediately following was Ling Xuzi's appearance.
His opponent was a man wielding a pair of judge's pens.
The opponent's moves were cunning and vicious, targeting vital points.
But Ling Xuzi didn't even move a step. Just as the judge's pen struck, a tree branch that he had casually broken off appeared in his hand.
The first move was a clever deflection, skillfully avoiding the sharp edge of the judge's pen.
The second move is to use the opponent's force against them, breaking through their central defense.
The third move was a flick, the tip of the branch striking the opponent's throat three inches from the front like a serpent.
The man wielding the judge's pen froze on the spot, cold sweat pouring down his face.
Looking at the inconspicuous branch in front of him, and then at Ling Xuzi's cold eyes, he finally put down his weapon in a slump after a long while, and said in a dry voice.
"I...I give up!"
Just like Hua Mu'an, Ling Xuzi defeated his enemy in exactly three moves!
After these two matches, the entire martial arts arena at the foot of the mountain fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone stared at Ling Xuzi in disbelief, their shock beyond words.
If Zhuang Xiaoye's victory could be attributed to coincidence, then the difference in strength between Hua Mu'an and Ling Xuzi was an almost overwhelming one!
"Hidden talents... This People's Protection League truly is a place where hidden talents abound!"
"Three random people came out, and each of them was a top expert? Just who are they?"
"I'm starting to suspect... that Bai Dazhuang, who hasn't made a move yet, might actually be a hidden master?"
The initial contempt faded, replaced by a deep sense of apprehension.
All eyes were once again focused on Bai Yue, who had been in the eye of the storm.
This "pretty boy" leader is definitely not as simple as he seems, given that so many top experts have submitted to him!
After several more rounds, the disciples of Zixiao Temple called out the names loudly once again.
"Next group, the Democratic Alliance! Please send a representative to draw lots!"
This time, under everyone's watchful eyes, Bai Yue stepped forward from the crowd.
"Great, this pretty boy has shown up. I want to see if he really has any skills!"
"That's right, we have to put them to the test. If you want to be the leader of the martial arts world, then you have to show your strength!"
Amidst the intense attention, Bai Yue pulled a wooden plaque from the wooden box, flipped it open, and saw that the number "six" was clearly engraved on it.
"Bai Dazhuang from the Protectorate of the People, arena number six!"
The disciples of Zixiao Temple announced the news loudly, their voices echoing throughout the entire area.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone craned their necks, eager to know which "lucky one" would compete against this highly controversial "pretty boy."
Soon, a man with a full beard and a burly build like a small mountain also drew number six.
After seeing the draw number, he was stunned for a moment, then followed everyone's gaze and saw Bai Yue.
"Pah! What damn bad luck! To draw this pretty boy as my opponent!"
The man showed no sign of nervousness; instead, he spat fiercely in the direction of Bai Yue.
His outburst immediately drew agreement from many people around him.
People nearby who recognized him immediately began to whisper among themselves.
"This isn't 'Stone Tablet Splitter' Hu Biao! I've heard his iron whip skills are incredibly powerful, capable of splitting stone tablets and cracking rocks. He's extremely formidable!"
"That's right! Boss Hu is a real tough nut to crack! Bai Dazhuang is definitely going to be in trouble!"
"Go, Boss Hu! Teach that pretty boy a lesson and show him that the martial arts world isn't a place where you can make a living just by looking good!"
Most people were cheering for Hu Biao, and hearing the cheers around him, he became even more smug, patted his chest, and said proudly.
"Don't worry, everyone! Dealing with this good-looking but useless piece of trash will be a piece of cake. Within three moves, I guarantee he'll be begging for mercy on his knees, crying and calling me grandpa!"
"Good! Boss Hu is awesome!"
Support Boss Hu!
Amidst the gloating gazes of the crowd, Bai Yue and Hu Biao stepped onto the sixth dueling platform one after the other.
The audience was now packed with people, more than at any previous match.
Everyone wanted to see for themselves whether "Bai Dazhuang," who stirred up trouble by relying on his elders and capable subordinates, was truly capable or just a good-for-nothing with a hollow reputation.
After the two stood on the stage, the referee for the match also came up. When Bai Yue saw the other party, she was stunned because the referee for this match was actually Lu Wangyou.
The other person was dressed in a clean blue robe and had a solemn expression. However, the moment their eyes met, he quickly nodded slightly to Bai Yue, his eyes filled with undisguised concern.
Before Bai Yue could respond, Lu Wangyou addressed the two people on the stage in a loud voice.
"In this martial arts exchange, the point is reached and then stopped. The one who concedes defeat, falls to the ground, or falls off the stage loses. Gentlemen, please prepare."
As his words fell, all eyes were focused on the two people in the center of the stage. Hu Biao sneered, clearly not taking Bai Yue seriously.
He roared, channeling his inner strength into his arms, causing the veins on his arms to bulge. The dark, heavy iron whip in his hand, accompanied by a whistling sound, was like a venomous python, aiming straight for Bai Yue's vital points!
Bai Yue, on the other hand, assumed a stance with her feet neither too far apart, seemingly a common starting position.
"Tch, what kind of look is this? Looks like this pretty boy is doomed to lose!"
"I told you she was all show and no substance, look at how soft and weak she is..."
Just as everyone was teasing Bai Yue, a sudden change occurred!
As if struck by something invisible, Hu Biao's massive body staggered violently, his center of gravity instantly losing its balance. With a muffled "thud," he crashed face down onto the ring in an extremely disheveled manner!
The iron whip in his hand, having lost its master's control, slammed to the ground with a "thud".
After a while, Hu Biao remained lying motionless on the ground! Lu Wangyou quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and checked on the other man's condition.
When he struggled to turn Hu Biao over, he saw that Hu Biao's eyes were closed, as if he had fainted.
The area around Platform Six fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.
"Did Hu Biao drink too much last night and still haven't sobered up?"
A man brought up this possibility.
Or perhaps he wasn't paying attention to his footing and tripped over a pebble on the ring?
Another person suggested a possibility.
After all, no one could understand what Hu Biao was doing. He charged forward aggressively, but before he could even touch a hair on his opponent's head, he tripped and fell unconscious.
Lu Wangyou paid no heed to the surrounding chatter. He took out a small silver needle box from his pocket, and with a few deft movements of his fingers, a silver needle pierced Hu Biao's neck.
"Om..."
As the silver needles vibrated, Hu Biao's body suddenly trembled, a low groan escaped his throat, and his tightly closed eyes slowly opened.
After he sat up, his eyes first scanned his surroundings blankly, but when he saw the white moon not far away, his gaze suddenly narrowed.
The next moment, something happened that left everyone speechless!
Hu Biao, the burly man who had been so arrogant just moments before, now looked as if he had seen the King of Hell, his face filled with extreme terror.
He scrambled to Bai Yue's side, knelt down heavily with a thud, and, disregarding the decorum of a martial arts figure, began to kowtow to her repeatedly.