The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 758 - 755

Just as the old man’s voice had fallen, Zhao Wukong, the city master of Tianxing City, stood up from his chair. A sense of authority flashed about him as his piercing eyes swept across the crowd around the ring. With a deep, resonant voice, he said, "Today I have set up this martial contest to select a son-in-law for my daughter. I believe everyone is already familiar with the details. Now, I would like to emphasize two points."

Zhao Wukong held up a finger and said, "The first point is that the main purpose of this contest is to find a suitable son-in-law for me, so everyone on the stage should pull their punches. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless when the time comes."

Then, Zhao Wukong’s expression softened as he continued, "Of course, I understand that accidents can happen in a fight, and participants may get injured or even encounter unexpected situations. I will not hold anyone accountable for these accidents, so please consider this carefully before stepping onto the stage."

"As for the second point I want to emphasize," Zhao Wukong extended a second finger, "is that the eventual winner, if unaffiliated with any sect, that would be ideal. However, if the winner is a disciple of another sect, he must immediately leave his sect and dedicate himself to serving my City Lord’s Mansion. Of course, I won’t treat my son-in-law unfairly; he may take and use anything as he pleases from the mansion."

"Now, let the contest begin officially. Who wishes to be the first to stand as the champion of the ring? Taking the role of the champion first may seem disadvantageous, but if he can win five consecutive battles, I will make an exception and accept him directly as my son-in-law, with no further competition required," Zhao Wukong declared forcefully.

Ye Chenfeng, standing below the platform, cursed inwardly upon hearing Zhao Wukong’s words, calling him a wily fox. Now that winning five consecutive battles would secure a position as the son-in-law of the City Lord’s Mansion, some who had intended to wait until the end to participate now found that strategy impossible. Zhao Wukong’s rule meant that no one could muddle through unnoticed.

"Good, let me, your Grandpa Niu, be the first to take on the role of the champion," a man who looked to be in his thirties shouted brusquely as he leaped onto the stage.

This self-proclaimed Grandpa Niu was rough in appearance, his chin covered in sloppy stubble. When he opened his mouth to speak, a set of yellow teeth was revealed, which was quite off-putting. Judging by the energy fluctuations emanating from him, his strength seemed to be around the middle grade of the Heaven Rank.

"Damn, you really do have some self-awareness. You have the nerve to stand on that stage; with your age, you could indeed be the father of the City Lord’s daughter – what a shameless creature."

"Isn’t that Zeng Daniu! He is a bandit from the mountains outside of Tianxing City; why has he left banditry to come here?"

"Isn’t it obvious? Being the son-in-law of Tianxing City’s City Lord is much better than being a bandit. If Zeng Daniu really becomes the City Lord’s son-in-law, that will be quite the spectacle."

...

As Zeng Daniu stood on the platform, many in the crowd recognized him, and they began discussing amongst themselves.

"Which bastard is bad-mouthing me, Grandpa Niu? If you have the guts, come up here and fight me for three hundred rounds," Zeng Daniu roared angrily at the crowd below.

Then, Zeng Daniu turned towards Zhao Wukong in the stands and said, "City Lord Zhao, there aren’t any age or occupation restrictions on this martial contest, right? I, Zeng Daniu, haven’t yet taken a wife. Does that mean I can’t participate?"

Zhao Wukong frowned slightly and replied, "The champion has been decided, let the competition begin."

"Zeng Daniu, watch how I, Wang Feihu, turn you into an idiotic bull," another man in his thirties shouted as he jumped onto the stage. This man, named Wang Feihu, was at least better looking than Zeng Daniu. However, his physique was noticeably leaner than Zeng Daniu by a considerable margin.

Seeing Wang Feihu stand and challenge him, Zeng Daniu burst into a loud laugh, revealing his repulsive yellow teeth, and said, "Let’s see what skills you’ve got."

"Hmph!" Wang Feihu snorted coldly, his energy also indicative of a middle-grade Heaven Rank, and shouted, "You’re about to find out."

Wang Feihu leaped forward with a forceful push from his legs, charging towards Zeng Daniu. It seemed like Wang Feihu was intent on finishing the fight with one blow, his fist aiming straight for Zeng Daniu’s chest.

"This Wang Feihu is too foolish. Zeng Daniu is known for his strength, and it’s said that he has never lost among those at the same middle-grade Heaven Rank level."

"Alas, if there isn’t a higher-grade Heaven Rank expert stepping into the ring today, the City Lord’s daughter might just end up with Zeng Daniu."

...

As the crowd below the platform buzzed with conversation, Wang Feihu’s punch was inches away from Zeng Daniu’s chest. Under the sunlight, Zeng Daniu’s big yellow teeth were particularly glaring as he calmly reached out and caught Wang Feihu’s fist in his palm.

"I am invincible at this level, and you, trash, aren’t even fit to carry my shoes," Zeng Daniu declared after catching Wang Feihu’s fist, instantly tightening his grip as a series of "crack! crack!" sounds emitted from his palm.

Wang Feihu, who was full of vigor just a moment ago, now had a pained expression on his face as he cried out from his throat, "Let go of me, let go of me, let go of me now!"