Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 886 - 240: The First Wave of Sensation! Muscle Collides with Muscle!
It is undeniable that the customs of Shangwu Dynasty are quite savage. If this were set in the Great Zhou Dynasty or within the Great Yan Dynasty... the civilians, upon learning that two suspected cultivators were dueling in broad daylight on the main street, would probably hurry to avoid getting caught in the midst. No one could guarantee that they would not be affected by the clash. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
But, here in Shangwu Dynasty, it’s different. The locals crowd around so tightly that the entire street is completely blocked. Those outside have no idea what’s happening, only that a large crowd has gathered.
"Brother, what happened here? Why are so many people gathered in this place?" A passerby, upon seeing the crowd, couldn’t help but ask someone curiously.
The person questioned was a bit impatient and, waving his hand dismissively, irritably said, "Can’t you just use your eyes and see? It’s those two brothers challenging a foreigner."
"Those two brothers?" The passerby... was unfazed by this attitude; after all, he was a local and locals best understand the temperaments of their own.
Wait a minute!
Two brothers?
As the passerby pondered, he immediately widened his eyes and stood on tiptoes to look toward the center of the street. He saw two extremely tall figures standing out from the crowd. Besides these two very conspicuous figures, there was another person who also stood out.
These three... must be the focal point of the crowd. The tallest two were known by the passerby, simply because in Kaihai County... it’s rare for someone not to know these notorious fugitives, bold and reckless. However, the other individual was unfamiliar, looking quite strange and somewhat tall, though definitely not as tall as the two brothers. Who could this person be to dare to challenge these brothers? Didn’t the foreigner realize how formidable these two were?
To know these two, even the officials had no way to control them. To challenge them, wasn’t that just asking for humiliation?
Did this person actually want to be beaten that badly? He could have just picked someone at random from the street to beat him up instead.
"Good heavens..." the passerby decided immediately to stop and watch the excitement, murmuring in awe, "It has to be these foreigners who are more courageous; hardly any locals dare to provoke these brothers, especially since they strike with the force of one punch."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fan Wu and Da Hu faced each other, standing just three or four steps apart. This distance, for both Fan Wu and Da Hu, was just a step forward to reach each other.
Crack!
Crack!
Da Hu cracked his knuckles, creating a crisp sound, then he started stretching his arms and legs, seemingly performing some warm-up exercises. After several breaths, he slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.
Following that, he revealed a brilliant smile. This kind of smile, when placed on Da Hu’s face, seemed somewhat simple-minded. He truly resembled a fierce tiger smiling.
"Speaking of which... I still don’t know your name, brother. Before we spar, would you mind telling me your name?" Da Hu asked with curiosity.
"Fan Wu." Fan Wu responded.
"Fan Wu?" Da Hu suddenly realized.
"Brother Fan Wu, no offense! I have this one old bad habit that I can’t change, which is that I find it hard to hold back when sparring. Just like the time I fought that old man with the sharp tongue, if it weren’t for my brother reminding me, I might have killed him with one punch."
As Da Hu said this, he suddenly stepped forward, his foot cracking the bluestone tile on the ground. The crowd around him felt the ground tremble slightly, uncertain if it was an illusion or real.
"Haah!!!" With a fierce shout from Da Hu, he suddenly sprang forward like a tiger pouncing down a mountain, rushing toward Fan Wu. The beast-like aura emanating from his body was enough to paralyze anyone with fear.
His fist, clenching tight like a ball, and his large body leaned slightly forward, stepping forward with his left foot while positioning his right fist behind. The tip of his foot twisted swiftly as his waist turned with the movement of his feet.
The swinging of his right arm, the friction between his arm, clothing, and the air created whistling wind sounds. A heavy and powerful swing punch, directed at Fan Wu’s abdomen.
Ordinary people couldn’t even track the movement of this punch because it was too fast. By the time the crowd saw the punch, it had already hit Fan Wu.
