Chapter 117 - 117 Giving Up!
117 Giving Up!
“Why isn’t there a single person here?”
Qin Huai slowly advanced and realized that something was wrong. After Cai Jiulou had admitted defeat, he had not met anyone else.
He changed his route and walked toward the center of the tiger head slope.
It could be said that the people participating in the grand martial competition had a tacit understanding in their hearts.
Right in the middle of the slope was where the decisive battle would take place.
Qin Huai stepped on the snow and leisurely crossed three miles. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.
“What a coincidence.” The young man, Xing Bufan, who was wrapped like a brown bear, jogged with his toad-like steps and greeted Qin Huai with a smile.
Qin Huai saw that it was the young man who had followed the Three Tassels Spear Dojo’s master earlier. He was the second place on the eight martial roll, Xing Bufan.
‘This kid’s face looks even younger than my own.’
Qin Huai flicked his long robe and was about to attack, but who knew that Xing Bufan would hurriedly wave his hands and shout, “No, no, no! I’m not fighting anymore. I’ll just watch from here.”
Xing Bufan’s head was shaking like a rattle.
“Brother Xing, what do you mean?”
Behind Xing Bufan, an elegant young man wearing a green robe walked over. There was also a lot of blood on his body.
He was the eldest young master of the city lord’s Manor, Hu Jingshan.
“Didn’t you come to participate in the grand martial competition to fight for first place?” Hu Jingshan smiled gently.
Xing Bufan sighed. “I just saw you fighting with those ten over people in the forest. I can’t win against them. Reihom is still a beast as usual. Bao Qianjin, He Liu, and Langzi, three of the top ten on the eight martial roll, joined forces, but Reihom didn’t even use his spear.”
Hearing this, Hu Jingshan’s brows furrowed slightly. It seemed as though he had still underestimated Reihom’s power.
As for Xing Bufan, he dejectedly leaned against the tree and took off his waist token to hang on the branch. He had expressed his intention not to fight.
Then, he pinched his fingers in a dazzling manner. “I just did a divination for myself. This is not my time this year, but I can look forward to the future.”
“Brother Xing knows how to predict the future?” Hu Jingshan laughed in a relaxed manner.
“This is an algorithm I created myself. 10% is based on calculation, and 90% is based on heart,” Xing Bufan spoke frankly.
The corners of Hu Jingshan’s mouth twitched slightly before he finally shook his head helplessly. He cupped his fists at Qin Huai and said, “Grandmaster Qin, you’ve taken good care of my little brother.”
“What are you talking about, Eldest Young Master? That kid, Jinghai, is quite talented. Even when he’s facing a sixth refinement expert, he can remain calm and successfully release poison several times without leaving any traces.” Qin Huai was very sincere.
Hu Jinghai was indeed very talented. There was hope for him to inherit his master’s and his legacy on the poison path.
“Oh? There’s such a thing?” Hu Jingshan was surprised. If he had such an achievement, he would definitely brag about it to him.
Soon, Hu Jingshan’s expression changed. The sixth refinement in Pingnan City, unless the target of the poison was her father… Ah, no, he shouldn’t lose his temper here…
“Hu…” Hu Jingshan adjusted his state of mind. “I’m sorry, Grandmaster Qin. I just defeated your senior brother.”
Qin Huai’s expression remained calm. “Don’t you still have to fight me?”
The fourth refinement of the long breath technique was indeed weak. His senior brother’s defeat was also within his expectations.
Wuwuwuwuwu…
The expressions of the three of them immediately turned serious.
They looked at the source of the sound and saw Reihom walking toward the three of them with bare arms.
“Who’s first? Or all together?” Reihom didn’t hold back at all in front of the three. His words were sharp.
“I’ve already admitted defeat. I’m just a spectator.” Xing Bufan was the first to wave his hand. He even deliberately hung the waist token on the treetop behind him on the most prominent branch to show his determination.
…
“What is that brat Xing Bufan doing?! How would you know if you don’t try?”
On the tiger head slope, the Three Tassels Spear Dojo’s master was hopping mad with a telescope in his hand.
“Hahaha… After all, Bufan is still young. Even if we miss this year, there’s still next year. There’s still a lot of time ahead,” Qing Yunhe said with a kind expression. He didn’t feel much about his disciple, He Liu, losing to Reihom.
Bao Ziyan and the White Wave Fist Dojo’s master’s expressions didn’t change. These old men knew all too well just how powerful Reihom was.
The dojo masters on top of the slope were all focused. They also wanted to know who would be the champion of the grand martial competition.
Who was the true number one of the younger generation in Pingnan City?
…
At the center of the battlefield, Reihom’s gaze slowly turned to Qin Huai and Hu Jingshan.
“Grandmaster Qin, you’re not good at direct confrontation. Let me do it,” Hu Jingshan said tactfully.
Reihom glanced at Qin Huai. “I hope you can give me a surprise later.”
There was no hostility between the two of them. They just took a step forward. It was tit for tat.
“Brother Qin, the two of them are clearly looking down on you.” Xing Bufan smacked his lips at the side.
Qin Huai remained unmoved. “Your level of instigating is not even as good as your death calculation.”
“Is that so? Then I’ll go back and learn. However, the two of them really look down on you,” Xing Bufan said solemnly.
“I know.” Qin Huai still did not show any emotion.
If he could just sit back and reap the benefits, he would not have any objections. As long as he could get first place in the grand martial competition, Qin Huai himself didn’t care about the gold content or the noise that didn’t live up to its name.
But…
Qin Huai was indeed looking forward to seeing the strength of these two proud geniuses of Pingnan.
Hu!
The two people on the battlefield only looked at each other. The next moment, they attacked straight away.
Reihom’s fists met his opponent’s, and his punches exploded like lightning.
The dancing snowflakes melted the moment they approached the fist. They whistled with a strong wind and pressed forward.