Honey, you didn't really drugged me, did you?-Chapter 240 - 123 Feng San: How is this possible (10,000 words, please subscribe)_3
Chapter 240: Chapter 123 Feng San: How is this possible (10,000 words, please subscribe)_3
Zhou Peng blocked again.
But he found that he still couldn’t muster the strength even to break wind against himself.
Just then, Zhou Chu actually practiced a set of moves on the spot, “Third Palm: Three Palms Strike Together, Hero Zhou, be careful!”
Zhou Peng saw Zhou Chu shouting excitedly and actually believed it, protecting his face and other vital areas once again, but everything remained calm.
He looked up at Zhou Chu, his face a picture of bewilderment.
Is this your Sky Splitting Palm?
...
At this moment, Zhou Chu also showed a hint of surprise and said, “You, you actually withstood my three palms without falling, indeed impressive, I keep my word, since you could take my three palms, then I concede this match, you win!”
Having said that, Zhou Chu leapt off the ring with lightning speed, and said, “Father-in-law, announce the result of the match.”
Only then did Zhou Peng realize what had happened, and he was instantly furious. What do you mean you concede, I don’t need your damn concession!
But before he even had a chance to flare up, Sun Bu’er immediately jumped onto the ring and, with a beaming smile, said, “Hahaha, congratulations to Young Hero Zhou on your victory, I declare the winner of the first match to be Zhou Peng, Young Hero Zhou!”
There was no cheer, everyone looked as though they had just watched a farce, and some even booed, “Boo…”
Sun Bu’er then turned back and glared fiercely at Zhou Chu.
You little punk, always causing me trouble!
This time Zhou Chu was pleased, look at how losing is different for others, their defeat is truly miserable, getting beaten black and blue.
But look at our loss, full of style, I hit you with three palms, you managed to keep up, and we conceded, that’s what spirit is.
What’s a concession? Concession means I’m very strong, but seeing this junior of yours is not too bad, I’ll give you a chance.
This round, though Zhou Chu lost, he did so with honor.
After coming down, Zhou Chu looked at Chen Jie and said, “How’s that, brother, did I make a good show?”
Chen Jie replied, “You did, but Zhou Peng probably hates you to death.”
Zhou Chu responded, “Then it can’t be helped, our White Tiger Hall and his Beggar Sect are already at a kill-or-be-killed point, would I expect them not to hate me?”
Chen Jie said, “You could withdraw now, with Mr. Sun’s connections, you could still be protected.”
Zhou Chu laughed upon hearing this, “Jiu Si, I, Zhou Chu, may not have much ability, but I am not without conscience. My adoptive father has treated me well, our brotherhood has been good, if I were to betray them over this, I’d live my whole life in guilt, better to be dead than live like that.”
Hearing this, Chen Jie chuckled, “Old Zhou, sometimes you really do live clearer than most people.”
Zhou Chu laughed, “One doesn’t live the same length of life, it’s only about living brightly, with no regrets, hahaha…”
“Stop your damn laughing.”
Just as Zhou Chu was feeling pleased with himself, a voice full of resentment suddenly came from behind him, it was Sun Bu’er’s.
Zhou Chu’s face stiffened, and he quickly turned to look at Sun Bu’er who said, “Look at the trouble you’ve caused, I clean up your mess every day.”
At this point, Zhou Chu laughed, “Father-in-law, don’t tell my wife about today’s events, I…”
Sun Bu’er interjected, “You think you can keep it from her?”
Zhou Chu’s face stiffened again, and with a sigh, he said, “Sigh… it looks like Black-eyed Bear will have to make a comeback in Jianghu.”
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Sun Bu’er then said, “I’ll deal with you when we get back.”
He proceeded to declare, “Alright, first match, Beggar Sect wins, let’s start the second round. If the Beggar Sect wins again this round, then they will take victory in this competition.”
Hearing this, everyone turned their gaze towards the stage.
“Please, Beggar Sect, send out your fighter.”
Upon hearing this, the Beggar Sect sent out a man known as [Mountain Climbing Vine Liu Feng].
Chen Jie, noticing this, said, “Uncle Fu, it’s your turn.”
Uncle Fu replied, “Hmm, leave it to me!”
With that, Uncle Fu leapt onto the stage.
Seeing that it was Uncle Fu stepping onto the stage for the second round,
those in the viewing stands, Liu Laoguai, looked surprised and said, “Eh, Mr. Bai, it seems Chen Jiusi isn’t following the plan you set out, why did he let Peng Fu fight?”
Hearing this, Bai Mosheng was also stunned, then turned to look in Chen Jiusi’s direction, confused about what Chen Jie had up his sleeve.
Frowning, he said, “He might be playing it safe, Peng Fu is certain to beat Liu Feng, but by doing so, the key to this betting match will be Chen Jiusi against Feng San. Is he so sure he will win against Feng San with such an arrangement?”
“Or does he just not want White Tiger Hall to lose too badly, making the first two rounds look more presentable?”
Bai Mosheng frowned, as this was not in line with his strategy.
Liu Laoguai commented, “It seems Mr. Bai doesn’t know what they’re playing at either.”
The other big shots on the stage also remained silent, as this match didn’t promise much of a spectacle.
Peng Fu’s strength completely overshadowed that of Liu Feng, who might have stood a chance before his injury, but now injured, Liu Feng was destined not to be Peng Fu’s match.
After Mr. Sun gave the signal to start, Liu Feng exchanged one palm strike with Peng Fu, then with a change in expression, stepped back and said, “I concede.”
He conceded decisively, there was no need to fight Peng Fu to the death.
He had already received instructions that if he faced Peng Fu in this round, to concede, but if he faced Chen Jiusi, to fight with all his might.
Since Chen Jie dared to use Peng Fu in the second round, then he would concede.
All depended on the third round.
Yes, the third round.
At this moment, Feng San’s mouth curled into a smirk, “Hahaha… Chen Jiusi, it’s finally our turn.”
Chen Jie then gently warmed up his limbs and stretched his muscles.
His gaze fixed on Feng San, as their eyes collided in mid-air, sparking endless flames, both filled with the intent to kill.
Indeed, each had reached a point where they must put the other to death.
