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Chapter 87: One Punch to Subdue a Tiger, One Sword to Cut Off an Army
As soon as Xie Yuan said this, everyone around the huge platform and the entire Panlong Town fell silent.

The townspeople stared blankly at Xie Yuan on the stage, and their thoughts were all the same:

"Is this kid out of his mind?"

Those are the two martial arts gym owners!

Just now he even knocked down his master, so why should he, a disciple, be defeated?

However, the head of Panlong Town's eyes lit up, he nodded repeatedly, and instructed the clerk next to him:
"What a loyal and filial disciple! Hurry up and record this in the town annals."

While the clerk was busy writing, the head of the village touched his chin and said:

"Well, if Mr. Fang didn't hold back, it would be even better to beat him to death..."

The clerk paused after hearing this and said in surprise:
"This... I thought the head of the village admired his loyalty and filial piety and hoped that he could win."

"It's impossible to win, it's better to die for loyalty and filial piety, which is more rare. We will compile it into the local annals and report it to the court. Maybe there will be a memorial archway, and it will also be a story that will be passed down in Panlong Town in the future! By then, maybe I can be promoted. If this story spreads like the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars, I don't know how famous it will be in the future..."

"The head of the village is wise!"

The crowd gradually became noisy, and the disciples of the Black Tiger Boxing Hall and the Divine Weapon Hall felt ridiculous and angry, and started shouting:

"Who do you think you are? How dare you challenge the master?"

"court death!"

Huo Da and other members of the Iron Armor Sect were also worried, thinking that even though Xie Yuan had made rapid progress, he was still being too arrogant.

Fang Wei's face darkened, and he naturally would not agree to such a request.

As the head of the second hall, fighting against a disciple, even if he wins, it will be embarrassing.

He flicked his sleeves and said coldly:
"Young people don't know how high the heavens are, so I'll ask Master Wang to play with you."

Wang Heihu cursed in his heart, and the old wily guy asked him to test people again.

But he was also very angry at Xie Yuan's invisible contempt, so he didn't say much. He jumped onto the high platform and said with a fake smile:

"The Iron Cloth Sect really produced brave warriors. They are worthy of respect and admiration."

No matter what, Wang Heihu is the owner of a martial arts school and has been very powerful in Panlong Town for many years.

It would be fine if Fang Wei was the owner of a martial arts gym of equal status to Monk Liu, but if a disciple dared to shout in front of him, Wang Heihu would naturally be furious and would not tolerate any provocation and would fight back.

In his opinion, if he couldn't beat the desperate monk Liu, how could he beat a young boy like you?

Genius? Even if he was a genius, he couldn't beat him in just one month! If he said he couldn't beat him in another year, he still had some confidence, but now it was impossible!

Wang Heihu's face was gloomy, and he even thought in his heart that Fang Laogui had just lost face. If he could defeat this guy now easily, his reputation would surely increase, and he would have a chance to slowly surpass Fang Laogui!
Thinking of this, Wang Heihu's eyes flashed, and he decided to give it his all and try to decide the outcome in three moves!
In this case, he can't be allowed to hold a weapon. He just said he wanted to practice boxing anyway...

Wang Heihu's eyes turned and he said:

"If you want to learn about weapons, you can ask Master Fang. I will teach you two boxing techniques, come!"

Xie Yuan didn't know what was going on in his mind, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

He simply came to the center of the field, stood still, raised his hands slightly, and made a boxing stance.

Wang Heihu was relieved to see that his boxing stance was ordinary and seemed to be nothing special. Then he grinned and clenched his fists until they made a crackling sound, then raised his fists as big as vinegar jars.

His pair of iron fists were slightly red, obviously filled with blood and energy, and blood was surging, making them look almost twice as big as ordinary people's fists.

"Alright!"

Wang Heihu raised his right hand and suddenly threw a punch. The sound of his fist breaking through the wind was like a tiger's roar, even drowning out the noise from the sidelines!

Seeing this, Xie Yuan was not nervous. He just slowly pushed out his right fist without any fancy moves.

This boy is so arrogant!

Seeing that Xie Yuan actually wanted to fight him, Wang Heihu let out a "hey" and accelerated his arm again. With his fist a little bigger, he was ready to defeat Xie Yuan in one fight!
Then, when his fist was about to collide with Xie Yuan, his expression suddenly changed and he sensed something was wrong.

There's something strange about the wind pressure brought by this fist!
He is an old master in boxing. Even though he can't see the cleverness of Xie Yuan's boxing, this heavy and solid feeling... is not right!
Wang Heihu hesitated for only a moment before his face changed drastically. He subconsciously retracted his fist and crossed his palms to block.

However, how could he withstand Xie Yuan's Bagua Mountain-Shaking Fist?
The Kun Fist was heavy and powerful, and one punch was like a towering earth wall, pressing down. Wang Heihu's palms only touched Xie Yuan's fists slightly, and then they broke with a crack, and the whole person flew off the platform, spitting blood.

Xie Yuan retracted his fist, without even looking at Wang Heihu who was hurriedly caught by his disciples, and turned to stare at Fang Wei.

The noisy atmosphere in the room suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked at Xie Yuan in disbelief.

A...punch?

With just one punch, he knocked Wang Heihu, who had practiced boxing for decades and opened a boxing gym, away?

Wang Heihu just wanted to end the fight with three moves, but he didn't expect it to be over with just one move.

In total silence, Fang Wei slowly stood up, holding the spear beside him.

He stepped onto the stage step by step, looking at Xie Yuan with a slightly solemn look in his eyes:
"Your talent is better than I thought."

"Panlong is too small, which limits your imagination."

Xie Yuan just said lightly.

"Maybe."

Fang Wei nodded slightly:

"But Panlong is also very big. Over the past few decades, there have been young talents, but no one has ever escaped from my palm."

"That only means Panlong is still not big enough."

Xie Yuan drew his sword and shook his head:

"No need to waste words, just do it."

"I advise you to use the axe. I am not a hesitant fool like Wang Heihu."

Fang Wei held the gun behind his back, his gray hair fluttering slightly in the wind, and his expression had turned calm.

Xie Yuan agreed with him.

Wang Heihu looked rough, but he was actually very practical. As a martial artist who practiced fierce boxing, he was always cautious. Although his defeat had nothing to do with this, compared to Fang Wei, his strength was much less.

Fang Wei is different. Even though he is overbearing and unreasonable, his kung fu is the same. When he dances with a spear, he can be called a dragon invincible. The advantages accumulated over decades make him the most difficult enemy to deal with in the same realm.

But the outcome of this competition also has nothing to do with his ability.

Xie Yuan slowly raised his long sword and said calmly:

"If you can take my blow, then we can talk about other things."

It was even quieter near the platform.

Fang Wei's face was gloomy again. He shook his spear and shouted:
"You young man, you don't know what's good for you. I'll teach you a lesson today!"

He shook the spear, and suddenly the spear became like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue. The tip of the spear turned into a faint shadow and stabbed over at a rapid speed.

Xie Yuan's long sword fell at the same time, and the wind from the sword made a fierce and ferocious whistle, like the howling of a pack of wolves, instantly drowning the thin poisonous snake.

The knife shadow flashed and then stopped. Others could not see clearly what happened. They only saw Fang Wei holding the handle of the spear, trembling slightly, his lips pale, and his eyes full of disbelief.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then the front half of the gun broke into several pieces and fell on the platform.

There was a moment of dead silence in the field.

Master Fang, who had been active in Panlong Town for decades, had his weapon, which he had used for who knows how many years, cut off in one encounter.

If you can't get close to the big gun, just destroy it.

Xie Yuan swung his sword and knocked the remaining half of the gun out of Fang Wei's hand, then kicked the old man off the stage.

This guy likes to cheat, we can't give him a chance.

(End of this chapter)