Heaven rewards diligence; he fought his way through chaos to become a saint.

Chapter 112 Void Core

When several figures rushed towards Xiao Hua, Xiao Hua was clearly flustered for a moment, and then used the "Chasing Moon Step" to dodge.

Several disciples from the Rock Martial Arts Academy were present in the audience.

Li Fan whispered to the person next to him, "Master said he was too inexperienced. The first time he fought against the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School, he could have seriously injured the other person with one move, but he withdrew his hand, and therefore he was slapped hard."

"stupid!"

The person next to him muttered curses under his breath.

It's not that I genuinely want to scold him, but rather that I'm angry at his lack of ambition.

Moreover, Xiao Hua had previously mentioned at the martial arts school that he had briefly fought Duan Wu and was confident he could kill him.

The boast was already made!

But now, several martial artists have surrounded Xiao Hua, leaving him exhausted and timid.

What kind of time is this to be so sentimental!

If you've already offended everyone, what are you hesitating for?

After someone made a move against Silver, someone else did too.

The duel had already established its own factions, and the clanging of weapons clashing, along with the deafening impact of the collisions, filled the air.

The wind howled, and the arena trembled.

A burly man with a loud shout rushed towards an elderly man of about sixty years old; both men were carrying knives.

The old man's knife skills were nimble; he slashed at the strong man's waist with a single stroke.

The burly man remained unfazed, swinging his sword horizontally in a backhand motion. The old man hurriedly tried to block, only to see the burly man kick him in the chest. A sound was heard...

With a sharp crack, the old man screamed and fell off the stage, coughing up blood.

The crowd below the stage was so shocked they forgot to breathe, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the ring.

"How dare this old good-for-nothing get on stage?"

Zhang Guan grinned and laughed.

Several others, however, acted in unison and rushed towards Zhao Yi and his group first, given the established reputation of the three major martial arts schools.

"Just as I expected, these people are quite sensible."

Zhang Guan smiled, because he hadn't seen anyone attack Duan Wu, but then his gaze fell on the corner.

"Why isn't Ye Ci making a move?"

He was somewhat puzzled.

Such a golden opportunity, shouldn't this man show off to me?

At this moment, Ye Ci stood in the corner of the arena, holding his knife, watching the others fight with a blank expression.

No one laid a hand on Ye Ci.

Because some of the information was common knowledge: he killed Qiu Tang and gained Duan Wu's favor.

Duan Wu stood with his arms crossed, looking at the man in front of him with great interest.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

Duan Wu discovered that none of the martial artists in Songjiang County dared to approach this man.

"Yes."

The man named Qiao Ke, holding a gun, with his eyes slightly closed, calmly said, "I not only want to kill you, but also Zhang Guan."

Upon hearing this, Duan Wu's face darkened instantly; he would not allow anyone to address the general by his given name.

But he noticed something: after he spoke rudely, the people he had been fighting with tacitly moved further away from him.

"Qiao Ke is very strong. Ten years ago, after only three months of martial arts training, he single-handedly stormed a bandit's den with just a gun, killing so many that no one dared to rob people near Songjiang anymore. He was once a disciple of the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School, but he eventually betrayed his master and even fought with him. He surpassed his master, and Chong Yue is no match for him."

The speaker was Wang Ya, who was hidden in the crowd, accompanying Shen Zonghan.

Shen Zonghan also came to watch the battle. He didn't pay attention to Qiao Ke, but looked at Ye Ci with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"He clearly gained Duan Wu's favor, yet he just stood by and did nothing."

Wang Ya glanced at Shen Zonghan but didn't say anything more.

Because he would be leaving in a few days, and according to the young lady's arrangement, he was to send out the remaining silver notes.

He was loyal to the young lady because she had gone to great lengths to cure his daughter's illness, and it was this kindness that made him stay in the Shen family as a guest retainer.

But at this moment, he was also somewhat disappointed in Ye Ci.

According to Steward Chen, this person is not the kind of person who curries favor with the powerful and wealthy.

Ye Ci himself was equally disappointed. He looked around and was surprised to find that no one dared to make a move against Duan Wu.

Looking at Xiao Hua again, he was surrounded by six or seven martial artists.

That's ridiculous.

I'm afraid that if Ye Ci really were to take action against Duan Wu, he would suffer the same fate as Xiao Hua.

Upon seeing this, Wei Ting, sitting in the audience, had tears welling up in his eyes and made sounds of "ah ah ah".

At this moment, the man named Qiao Ke moved. He walked towards Duan Wu, speaking with each step: "My master, Chong Yue, is not a good person. He secretly colludes with gangs, is extremely petty, and stingy."

"He always cowers and is cowardly when he encounters misfortune. He prefers to stay on the sidelines and watch others make a fool of themselves."

"So when he died, his disciples avoided him like the plague, and no one stood up for him."

The sun blazed down, the wind whipped at Qiao Ke's hair, and the tip of his spear pointed diagonally at the ground, the tassel trembling slightly in the wind.

"I never expected that such a cold-hearted and cowardly person would dare to stand up one day."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Ke took a step forward, his figure like an arrow released from a bow. The long spear that was originally pointing diagonally at the ground suddenly rose up and thrust straight at Duan Wu's heart.

The spear tip cut through the wind, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Duan Wu kept his arms crossed and shifted his body half a foot to the side, barely avoiding the unstoppable spear tip.

Qiao Ke flipped his wrist, twisted the shaft of the spear sharply, and pulled the spear up with great force, aiming straight at Duan Wu's side.

Duan Wu kept his feet steady, his body suddenly sank down, and he blocked with his right elbow, forcefully striking the spear shaft.

Bang!

A dull thud resounded.

Duan Wu's left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the middle of the gun barrel and snatching it away with force. Qiao Ke refused to let go, exerting force with both arms.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for a moment.

Duan Wu suddenly relaxed his strength and then suddenly exerted force, taking half a step forward. His right palm was as fast as lightning, aiming at Qiao Ke's throat.

Stab it!

The palm strike was barely dodged, but it tore most of Qiao Ke's clothes off his shoulder. Before he could regain his footing, Duan Wu was already following closely behind, his palm strikes as sharp as knives. His left palm struck Qiao Ke's forehead, while his right palm went straight for his lower abdomen. Every move was ruthless, giving him no chance to breathe.

Qiao Ke parried with his spear, the shafts clashing and producing a series of muffled "bangs".

The two exchanged blows for more than ten rounds in a short period of time.

A series of explosions echoed from the arena.

On the arena, blue bricks flew everywhere, and dust rose in all directions.

The surrounding people were all horrified, only the knowledgeable martial arts masters exclaimed in amazement.

"Both of them have deadly moves; they're evenly matched!"

"In Songjiang County, there are no more than five people who can rival these two!"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared in the arena, and Qiao Ke moved like lightning, his spear twirling in a dazzling display of power, stirring up clouds of dust.

Everyone around gasped in shock, their expressions changing drastically.

He thrust out his spear with a swift motion, the tip gathering immense power that tore through the air, producing a deafening whistle.

"How could someone at the Transformation Realm possess such astonishing energy!"

"Such power is simply astonishing!"

"This is terrifying; no one can withstand it!"

One martial artist sighed, "This is the 'illusory core,' which means achieving the effect of 'emerging core' through one or two desperate moves."

"Hehehe, interesting."

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Duan Wu's arms tensed abruptly, his arm muscles bulged, and veins coiled like dragons. An even stronger force burst forth, and he managed to grab the powerful spear with his bare hands.

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