Outside the ancestral hall in Yangling Village.
The sky had completely darkened, with only a few lamps lit outside the ancestral hall. The atmosphere had been fully ignited.
Hong Kui, reminded by those around him, asked Qian Deshui, "Time's up, are you ready?"
Qian Deshui had nothing to prepare, and replied with a cold laugh, "You've been allowed to live for an extra half hour, you should be content."
Hong Kui let out a scoff, "Your mouth is still as stubborn. If your skills were even a third as tough as your mouth, Qianmen would never have been able to establish itself in Jiangnan. Tonight, I will bury you."
"Enough talk, let's begin," Qian Deshui remained unfazed.
Hong Kui's face sank, and he said no more. Yang Zihao, standing beside him, added, "Alright, then let us detail the rules. Once on stage, victory will only be decided by life and death. Even if you surrender voluntarily, it will be useless."
"Have you all understood the rules?"
Qian Deshui's pupils contracted. The rules were truly brutal. He glanced at Chen Jinzhao, seeing no objection, and said, "Stop dithering and let's begin now."
Seeing Qian Deshui's composure and confidence, Yang Zihao felt an inexplicable unease.
However, when he saw the unmoving strongmen Wu Chengqing and Peng Jiachao, his unease gradually dissipated. With these two strongmen present, Qian Deshui wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble.
Confidence was built on such foundations!
"Good!"
"Then let's begin now!"
As Yang Zihao finished speaking, Wu Chengqing, the guardian god of Qianmen, walked to the center of the concrete floor with ease, his sharp gaze sweeping over Qian Deshui and his group. "Who among you will ascend the stage first to meet their death?"
The Qianmen members erupted in cheers.
In their eyes, Wu Chengqing was incredibly imposing, already crushing Qian Deshui under his aura.
Facing the surging cheers, Qian Deshui indeed felt immense pressure.
Before he could say anything, Xiao Wu stood up and said, "I'll face you."
All eyes in the venue turned to Xiao Wu. Wu Chengqing frowned. "Where is Chen Jinzhao? Why is he acting like a coward and sending you to your death? Does he already know he's no match for me?"
Xiao Wu strode to Wu Chengqing, a faint smile on his face. "He doesn't need to make a move. I can suppress you with one hand."
Wu Chengqing glanced back at Hong Kui.
According to Qianmen's plan, Wu Chengqing was supposed to be the first to strike and kill Chen Jinzhao, thereby crushing the morale of Qian Deshui's faction. Now, the sudden appearance of Xiao Wu had disrupted their plan.
Hong Kui nodded slightly.
Wu Chengqing immediately understood Hong Kui's intention – to kill Xiao Wu with the most brutal means, achieving the same effect.
"Playing with fire, seeking your own destruction," Wu Chengqing muttered.
"Wait!"
Qian Deshui spoke again.
Pointing at Wu Chengqing, he asked, "Why do you have a knife in your hand?"
Everyone noticed then that Wu Chengqing was holding a short dagger behind his back. Qian Deshui hoped Hong Kui would provide an explanation.
Hong Kui said calmly, "Yang Zihao already made the rules clear. Cold weapons were not explicitly forbidden. If you're not satisfied, you can find a short dagger too."
"Shameless! Utterly shameless!" Qian Deshui cursed.
They weren't even allowed to bring their phones, let alone these regulated knives. Hong Kui was clearly cheating!
"Qian Deshui, do you really think I'm playing house with you? People are going to die here. If you can't produce one, it only shows you're unprepared. Stop with the nonsense and start the match quickly," Hong Kui said again.
"You..." Qian Deshui was furious.
At this moment.
Xiao Wu, with his back to Qian Deshui, raised his hand, signaling him to stop speaking. "So what if you have a weapon, so what if you don't? To me, it's all the same."
The crowd was in an uproar!
A cold glint flashed in Hong Kui's eyes. He said to Wu Chengqing, "Kill him, then cut off his head and hang it on the flagpole!"
Wu Chengqing nodded, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Are you ready to die?" he spat out the words, exuding chilling intent.
Xiao Wu appeared nonchalant. "If you're going to fight, don't be so slow. I don't like listening to chatter."
Wu Chengqing almost laughed in anger. He thought this young man was incredibly arrogant, but he would soon show Xiao Wu why the flowers were so red.
Three kilometers away, in an off-road vehicle.
Jiang Donghui and Wu Lingyun watched the screen nervously. The former saw Xiao Wu accept the challenge and couldn't help but curse, "Qianmen is going too far! They've prepared weapons and have no martial ethics!"
"Is Xiao Wu in danger?"
Wu Lingyun chuckled lightly, "You underestimate him. Xiao Wu is my father's confidant and is very capable."
"He's more than enough to deal with these people."
Others might not know, but she was very aware of how strong Xiao Wu was.
The Li brothers were sent to war-torn regions abroad at the age of fourteen. They endured five years of tempering before returning to Li Qiutao's side, having tasted blood on the tip of a blade and survived multiple life-or-death crises.
They were veritable iron-blooded warriors!
How could these people compare?
At the entrance of the ancestral hall.
Xiao Wu and Wu Chengqing clashed in an instant.
Wu Chengqing appeared before Xiao Wu, his short dagger flashing with cold light as it swept towards Xiao Wu's throat! Xiao Wu leaned back, narrowly avoiding the dagger by a hair's breadth, making people hold their breath.
Xiao Wu brushed past death, the sharp dagger reflecting his piercing eyes.
"Seeking death!"
These two words escaped Xiao Wu's mouth, causing his entire demeanor to change.
Wu Chengqing actually felt a slight pressure. In that instant, he put away his contempt and, with a backhand, adjusted the dagger's tip and thrust it towards Xiao Wu's chest. Xiao Wu, enraged, grabbed Wu Chengqing's wrist with lightning speed! This grip almost made Wu Chengqing cry out in pain. Fortunately, Wu Chengqing was also an A-class expert, his physical condition far superior to ordinary people.
Just being held by the wrist was not enough to make him lose his composure.
However, Xiao Wu's strength was even greater than he had imagined. It could even be said that their strengths were not on the same level.
Wu Chengqing pulled his hand back, intending to attack again.
Xiao Wu snorted, "Stubborn to the end. Your grandfather here is not to be trifled with."
The two entered a heated exchange!
After more than twenty rounds, Wu Chengqing's dagger-wielding speed began to slow down. His stamina could not support such a high-intensity rate of attack. A cold smile curved Xiao Wu's lips. The show had just begun, why was his opponent already weakening?
After the fiftieth round.
Wu Chengqing's dagger was knocked away by Xiao Wu and then flew backward, embedding itself in the concrete floor in front of Hong Kui, terrifying Yang Zihao and the others, their faces draining of color.
Turning their gaze back to the ring, Wu Chengqing, disarmed, was clearly at a disadvantage!
Xiao Wu seized the fleeting opportunity and landed several punches on Wu Chengqing's chest. Even Hong Kui and the others, far away, could hear the sound of bones cracking!
As for Wu Chengqing himself, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mist, his face instantly turning ashen and pale as paper!
The tide of defeat could no longer be reversed!