Long Aotian said to Zhao Ritian: "Brother, leave this one to me."
Zhao Ritian said: "I want to beat him up too."
Long Aotian leaned into his ear: "He was cursing me. Let me do it, I promise..."
Long Aotian clenched his fist: "I will beat him to death!"
Zhao Ritian nodded: "If you use half the ruthlessness you used to insta-kill me on him, I'll be satisfied."
Long Aotian said: "Do you remember what that Pang Meng said yesterday?"
Zhao Ritian turned his head, glaring at Pang Meng: "I remember! Bastard!"
Pang Meng was still comforting Long Ao Jiu Zhou over there. Looking back, he thought to himself, 'What kind of person is this!?'
'I just helped you break up the fight, why are you cursing as soon as you open your mouth!?'
Pang Meng took advantage of the chaos to pull Lu Chengwen aside: "Brother, you took the money. You chose Song Zimo, and let me face your third brother? Did you tell him?"
"Told him, don't worry."
"Really told him?"
"Look at how into character he is, can't you tell?"
Pang Meng nodded: "Mm, got to do the job after taking the money!"
"Of course, what kind of person am I?"
"Good, I trust you!"
...
A small disturbance finally subsided.
In the gap of preparation, the previous group who had already been assigned their battle roles began to go on stage one after another.
Sun Ze came over again: "Hey! Brother Chen! Don't feel bad about the money, I know you guys have made a lot these past few days!"
Sun Ze said: "Just pay five hundred thousand, and I can give you Pang Meng's intelligence. Honestly, although your brother is good, Pang Meng is really a master. If not careful... hehe, he might really be beaten badly by Pang Meng."
Lu Chengwen looked at him: "I have confidence in my Pang Meng."
"Ah?!"
"No, I have confidence in my brother. Go play somewhere else."
"Then what about the intelligence on your second brother Chen Sanjin's opponent? I also include Long Ao Jiu Zhou's weaknesses and tactical characteristics, only four hundred thousand!"
"Grandson." (Note: Sun Ze sounds like 'grandson' in Chinese)
"Sun Ze."
"Same thing."
"Far from it."
"Listen to me." Lu Chengwen said: "I don't need any intelligence. I am poor, I don't want to spend a single cent."
Sun Ze looked at him: "You guys are also match-fixing? You three brothers... aren't keeping a single line open!? No, I understand you match-fixing to make some money, but your two brothers have a chance! You can keep one line to rush to the finals. Becoming the Zhang family's son-in-law means prosperity in the future!"
Lu Chengwen smiled: "I am the main line. They appear to be the protagonists, but in reality, they are all my side dishes."
Sun Ze's eyes widened, shock written all over his face, and he gave a thumbs up:
"You three brothers are brilliant! So, actually, you are the strongest one! You are hiding your strength, just... keep lying low, wanting to lie low until the finals! The real Chen Sanjin and Chen Sandun are both here to escort you and make money by match-fixing! Brilliant! Truly brilliant!"
Lu Chengwen smiled: "Small trick."
"I also have Song Zimo's intelligence. Brother, for the sake of your hidden strength, take it for two hundred thousand!"
Lu Chengwen shook his head: "Making money from me is hard. Obviously, you don't have this ability."
Lu Chengwen patted his chest: "Take care."
...
A beautiful etiquette lady walked onto the stage holding a sign: "Group Five! First match!"
The loudspeaker broadcasted: "Group Five, first match, Chen Sandun of the Chen family versus Pang Meng of the Pang family!"
Pang Meng and Zhao Ritian leaped onto the stage, glaring at each other.
Pang Meng was a little scared!
'Why is this guy still so angry? Looking at me like he's seeing his father's murderer, what's going on?'
Pang Meng smiled slightly and whispered: "Brother Sandun, your brother told you about my matter last night, right?"
It was fine not mentioning this, but mentioning it made Zhao Ritian furious.
Thinking he was provoking him.
"Told me!" Zhao Ritian gritted his teeth: "Told me very clearly!"
What was in Zhao Ritian's mind was how arrogant Pang Meng was, how he talked tough.
Pang Meng misunderstood, thinking "told me very clearly" meant: I will do it very smoothly, no one will be able to tell.
Pang Meng nodded, very happy: "Go down on the thirteenth move, act a bit better, thanks."
Zhao Ritian's eyes widened.
'Holy shit!?'
'Lu Chengwen was right! This little bastard is arrogant!'
'Put me down in thirteen moves!?'
'Even Long Aotian fucking dares not say this, you dare to show off with me!'
Zhao Ritian gritted his teeth, his eyeballs wishing they could spew fire.
Pang Meng nodded, praising in his heart:
'They all say Chen Sandun of the Chen family is half-witted, but he acts quite well. Mm, I have to act a bit more real too.'
Pang Meng tore off his cape and shouted: "Chen Sandun! Come on! If I don't beat you down today, my name isn't Pang Meng, and I'm not a descendant of the Pang family!"
Ding dong!
As soon as the bell rang, Pang Meng felt...
That Zhao Ritian rushing towards him brought wind with him!
Completely impatient. As soon as the bell rang, there was no initial probing, adjustment, observation... nothing at all, just rushed straight over!
Like a wild boar gone mad, roaring and charging over.
Pang Meng didn't expect the opponent to be so reckless. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Zhao Ritian roar: "Fuck your mother!"
Bang——!
Everyone in the audience was stunned.
Just one move!
Pang Meng was hit and flew directly into the air!
He even clearly heard the sound of his own bones breaking.
In mid-air, Pang Meng could no longer breathe, but suddenly saw a figure jumping even higher than himself!
His burly figure blocked the spotlights on the ceiling of the hall, like a pitch-black devil.
Pang Meng reached out his hand, unable to speak.
Zhao Ritian grabbed his hair, pulled him into his arms, and grabbed his leg with the other hand.
Ferociously descending from the sky!
Bang!
Pang Meng's lower back landed right on Zhao Ritian's knee.
The moment they landed, a crack was heard, the sound of bones breaking.
Pfft——!
Pang Meng spat a mouthful of blood several feet high!
Pang Meng rolled onto the floor, clutching his lower back, body convulsing, having lost all combat power.
Zhao Ritian grabbed his hair and dragged him to beat him more.
The referee quickly came over: "Winner is decided! Let, let go of him!"
"No, we agreed, have to fight full thirteen moves!"
The referee was stunned: "You almost killed him in two moves! Thirteen moves... with your way of fighting, one more move and he's dead! This is a martial arts contest for marriage, we didn't prepare coffins!"
Lu Chengwen rushed up quickly: "Third Brother, Third Brother, winning is good, winning is good enough..."
Pang Meng clutched his lower back, weakly raised his head, two lines of tears sliding down: "Didn't... you... say... told him... everything..."
Lu Chengwen looked helpless: "I told him! I really told him! I told him Pang Meng is super powerful, told him to be careful. Including your sentence 'Beat! Him! To! Death! Alive!'"
Lu Chengwen imitated vividly: "I imitated your expression, your tone, and told him. So I told him, he must go all out in the first round! Otherwise he would be in danger. Aiya, didn't expect... two moves."
Pang Meng looked at Lu Chengwen in shock: "You... your mother..."
Lu Chengwen sighed: "If you don't have strength, why brag to me? Scared me quite a bit, I thought you were so powerful, could 'Beat! My brother! To! Death! Alive!' As a result... you yourself are about to be 'Beaten! To! Death! Alive!'"
People came up to carry him away.
Lu Chengwen followed the stretcher: "Brother, go back and recover well, ah, in eighteen years you'll be another braggart."
Pang Meng weakly raised his hand, pointing at Lu Chengwen: "You... your grand..."
Lu Chengwen grabbed his hand: "Understand! I understand! You're welcome, should be, we're brothers! Just change the habit of bragging in the future, really, martial arts people won't indulge you... go home and rest well!"
The whole audience was shocked.
Zhao Ritian was too fierce.
The few old men on the stage looked at each other, all very serious.
"Chen Sandun... this kind of strength is truly terrifying, especially at his age, too scary."
"Looking at it this way, his performance yesterday was already very stable, even hiding his strength."
"Hehe, this child is really cute. Before I thought his brain wasn't quite sharp, but seeing him so strong, I feel he has a kind of cute energy."
"Great wisdom appears foolish, maybe it refers to this kind of person!"
"His true qi is so strange! I even suspect he might be an inheritor of the Inheritance Power!"
The few old men all looked at Old Master Zhang.
Old Master Zhang was extremely excited, his eyes shining.
If he could recruit a son-in-law who possessed the Inheritance Power, the Zhang family would make a huge profit!
Let alone Zhao Ritian's tyrannical true qi and extraordinary strength, just the Inheritance Power was already a god-given genius that couldn't be found even with a lantern!
Old Master Zhang made up his mind at this moment!
It's him! Have to let him win! Win until the end!
Even if he isn't strong, that Inheritance Power... if the Zhang family can get the Inheritance Power...
Old Master Zhang was already excited beyond measure in his heart.
But on the surface, he only praised a few words: "Mm, this child has extraordinary skills, and is bold but cautious, strong and decisive, a good seedling."
Sun Ze was also scared silly, looking back at Lu Chengwen: "How can a small family like the Chen family have such a fierce descendant!? Wait, isn't Chen Sanliang the main line? Isn't... Chen Sanliang's brother responsible for making money and playing support? How come... could it be... Chen Sanliang is even more powerful than Chen Sandun!? How ruthless must that be!"
The etiquette lady went on stage: "Group Five, Second Match!"
Long Ao Jiu Zhou was scared witless!
Is that Zhao Ritian still human!?
Those two moves were simply beastly!
Too brutal, too explosive!
Did my brain cramp just now, arguing with him about nonsense!?
Long Ao Jiu Zhou made up his mind in his heart to apologize to him tonight. If he wants to call me Long Aotian, I'll just endure it.
With waves of lingering fear, he walked onto the stage.
He saw Long Aotian already standing opposite him, his face as calm as water.
Long Ao Jiu Zhou let out a breath and patted his chest: "Your brother is really brutal! Damn, scared me to death!"
Long Aotian sneered: "He is brutal?"
"Mm, brutal."
"Get ready." Long Aotian said lightly.
"Ah? Ready for what?"
"To experience, true brutality."
Long Ao Jiu Zhou's brain suddenly... crashed.