Chapter 743: 381 Good Show_2
And that person was Wan Xiang from Zhuque Hall.
Astonished cries filled the room, and the gazes towards Zheng Qing seemed to see a madman.
Does this person know whom he is hitting?
Showing off oneâs bravery was common, but provoking Qinglong Association would result in a tragic end.
Especially Wan Xiang, who was well-known for his small-mindedness and tendency to retaliate over petty grudges.
Wan Xiang fell to the ground, completely stunned by the impact.
Ran Gong glanced at Zheng Qing, then at the silent figure in the corner. He stomped over to help Wan Xiang up, whispering, âBrother Wan, heâs the young missâs friend. Let it go.â
The fall had somewhat sobered Wan Xiang, and feeling humiliated in front of everyone, his face couldnât hide his embarrassment.
As the hall master of Zhuque Hall, he couldnât believe that he had been taught a lesson by a young brat. If word got out, how could he maintain his authority? Especially with so many people present, he had completely lost face.
Wan Xiangâs hatred reached extreme levels, and he cursed, âWhat young miss? Get out of my way, Lao Wu.â
Wan Xiang let out a roar, and a man dressed in black rushed forward.
âMaster Wan.â
The man was slender and strong, his chest broad and his steps steady. He strode with a gust of wind, clearly a seasoned fighter.
Wan Xiang said coldly, âThis brat needs to be taught a lesson. Add his punishment to what you want to collect, and you can just sit back and enjoy the show.â
Aunt Hong looked at the situation in the field and narrowed her eyes slightly.
Although Lao Wu had the upper hand for now, the young man couldnât be underestimated. Sometimes having the upper hand didnât guarantee a win.
Sure enough, Zheng Qingâs nimble moves made him look like a monkey as he slipped behind Lao Wu and grabbed his shoulders with a clawing motion. Lao Wu, not willing to admit defeat, shook off his arm and spun 180 degrees on the spot. His quick and fierce counterattack turned the tide of the battle.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. To outsiders, the two fought fiercely, but with their excessive speed, many people couldnât see the process before the result was determined.
Sure enough, the older the ginger, the hotter the spice.
Lao Wu gripped Zheng Qingâs shoulder, his fingers like iron, leaving no opportunity for resistance.
Wan Xiang laughed loudly, âLao Wu, well done!â
He was about to walk over and teach the defeated opponent a lesson when Lao Wu suddenly felt a numbness in his arm. His grip weakened momentarily, giving Zheng Qing the opportunity to break free and sneakily trip him with a move called âMonkey Stealing Peaches.â
Lao Wuâs face changed instantly.
Zheng Qing leaned on a table, climbed onto Wan Xiangâs back, and played with the dagger at Wan Xiangâs neck, smirking, âHall Master Wan, howâs that?â
Wan Xiang dared not move, and asked angrily, âWhat the hell do you want?â
Aunt Hong narrowed her eyes and stared at the still figure in the darkness.
She had clearly seen a small stone shot from that spot, hitting Lao Wuâs elbow, causing him to lose his grip and giving Zheng Qing the chance to escape. The stoneâs force required skillful technique, especially given that the opponent was Lao Wu, a battle-hardened man. The accuracy and skill required was astounding.