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"The young master has ordered that you few who can't control your mouths be brought up on stage and slapped."

"Behave yourself and come with us."

The henchmen of the Fish Dragon Gang, arrogant and haughty, surrounded the little fat man and the iron slave.

As they spoke, they tried to forcefully drag the two away.

The group of wandering martial artists at the tea stall all looked on with schadenfreude upon seeing this.

"Don't hurt my young master!"

Iron Slave glared angrily, wanting to push all of these lackeys away.

However, his injuries had not yet healed, and he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain as soon as he moved.

The chubby boy was held back by several people, and his short legs kept twitching in fear. He had learned his lesson.

Seeing that he was really going to be taken away by this group of brutes, the chubby boy panicked.

He hurriedly called out for help to Fang Chang, who was still leisurely drinking tea.

"Sister, brother-in-law, help me!"

Only then did Fang Chang leisurely put down his teacup and say calmly:

"You reap what you sow. You'd better watch your mouth from now on."

"For your sister's sake, this is the last time."

Upon hearing this!

Those lackeys knew perfectly well that this handsome young man was the brother-in-law the chubby boy had mentioned.

They didn't take it seriously, scoffed, and even planned to take Fang Chang with them.

"What brother-in-law? Take them all with you, young master!"

After one of the lackeys finished speaking, he prepared to grab Fang Chang and drag him away.

But before his hand could fall, Fang Chang grabbed his wrist.

"ah--"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Let go!"

The lackey screamed in agony, feeling as if he were being clamped in iron clamps, sweating profusely from the pain.

Fang Chang didn't even look at it, and casually pinched it...

There was a "click" sound!

The lackey's wrist was twisted in half, and his hand was crippled on the spot.

But that's not all!

Fang Chang's five fingers are spread wide, loosely clenched into a claw... Lock, buckle, grab, seize, entangle, twist!

That arrogant and domineering lackey was treated like a plaything in his hands, manipulated at will.

In just a few breaths!

Fang Chang then dissected the ox with ease, as if he were a skilled butcher dissecting it.

The muscles and bones are intertwined, flowing smoothly like clouds and water, a feast for the eyes.

"thump!"

The lackey, who had just been perfectly healthy, was instantly twisted into a ball of flesh and rolled to the ground.

The sight left everyone speechless.

No one expected that such martial arts existed in the world, capable of torturing a living person into such a grotesque state in just a few breaths.

What's even more chilling is that the lackey was still alive at this point.

The ball of flesh was filled with terror, and then it fainted from the pain.

"hiss……"

The lackeys gasped in shock at the sight.

They were so frightened that their hands and feet went weak, and their faces showed horror. They dared not offend them in the slightest.

"Haha, as expected of my brother-in-law, he saved my life again!"

The chubby boy was overjoyed at the sight and took the opportunity to break free from his restraints, crawling to Fang Chang's side on all fours.

"How dare you! You dare injure a member of my Fish-Dragon Gang? Are you tired of living?"

Upon seeing this, Wu Que on stage flew into a rage, wishing he could immediately step off the stage and beat this pretty boy to death.

However, according to the rules of the martial arts contest for marriage, once he stepped down from the stage, it meant he had conceded defeat.

Therefore, he could only watch helplessly as Fang Chang tormented his subordinates, powerless to do anything about it.

"Get out of here!"

Fang Chang glanced at the few terrified lackeys and spoke in a cold voice.

He had no interest in going on a killing spree; he only dealt with the victims slightly.

This is, after all, the territory of the Fish-Dragon Gang, and he also intends to board the ship and slay the dragon.

Otherwise, every single one of these people would have been used by him to clean his knives long ago.

Only then did the few thugs who had been terrified come to their senses.

Knowing they had met their match, the usually arrogant group didn't even dare to utter a harsh word.

They scrambled and crawled, running faster than rabbits.

The commotion that had just occurred had already attracted the attention of many people in the martial arts world.

"Oh……"

"It seems your Fish Dragon Gang is nothing special after all, just a bunch of scoundrels who can't even manage their own territory."

In the next arena, Zhao Hubao killed a foolish martial artist with a single punch.

He happened to look up and couldn't help but sneer.

Seeing his subordinates make such a fool of themselves, Wu Que's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Kid, you've got guts too!"

"Knowing only a few meager grappling techniques, do you think my Fish-Dragon Gang is without anyone to rely on?"

"Come on up if you dare, I want to see what you're made of..."

Wu Que's face was full of sinister intent as he deliberately provoked them.

Clearly, he wanted to provoke Fang Chang so that he could take action himself and save face.

In reality, he didn't need to say a word at all.

Fang Chang had gotten up sometime earlier, stretched his limbs, and prepared to go on stage and have some fun.

After all, he was also very curious...

Is this person's Dragon Claw Hand more powerful, or is his Tendon-Dislocating and Bone-Splitting Hand superior?

With this in mind, Fang Chang walked steadily towards the high platform where Wu Que was.

Upon seeing this, the chubby boy, without thinking, hurriedly tried to stop it:

"Brother-in-law! This guy is deliberately trying to provoke you, don't let him succeed!"

"There are still several hours until evening, it's too early to go on stage now."

"Besides, this kid's pretty fierce, let's pick on the weaker one..."

The chubby boy, who had been full of confidence, is now anxious and timid.

He was afraid that his benefactor, in his youthful impetuosity, might suffer the same fate as the young man before him, losing his life in vain.

Now that they've offended Wu Que, they're surrounded by covetous members of the Fish and Dragon Gang.

If Fang Chang loses to Wu Que, he will definitely not have a good ending.

To be on the safe side, it's natural to let his cheap brother-in-law pick on the weakest target.

at the same time……

Those martial arts practitioners watching the play, seeing his thin figure and weak blood, actually wanted to take the initiative to go on stage and challenge Wu Que, who was in the lead.

Everyone wore mocking expressions and made no attempt to ridicule.

"Look, this ignorant brat is going up there to his death."

"Haha, does this kid really think he can deal with Young Master Wu, who has already reached the ninth level of the Yi Jin Jing, just because he knows a little bit of grappling skills?"

"Let him go! Once these fools have exhausted that young master Wu's strength, that's when we'll reap the rewards."

"Hehe, we're just killing time anyway, brothers, how about we set up a betting pool and see how many moves this kid can last against Young Master Wu?"

"Hahaha, this kid's grappling skills just now seem to be quite good, but his blood and qi are too thin, so his cultivation level should not be high."

"I bet five taels of silver that he can last two or three moves!"

Laughter erupted all around.

Everyone placed their bets with great enthusiasm, and no one thought that this unknown guy would be a match for Young Master Wu.

Several kind-hearted people in the crowd, seeing that Fang Chang was young, couldn't help but speak up to dissuade him:

"Hey kid, come back here, don't go on stage and show off!"

"That young master Wu is ruthless and never shows mercy. Don't risk your life for a moment of anger!"

"Yes, young man, your grappling skills are impressive, but they are clearly not yet proficient enough. You will never be a match for that young master Wu."

"We're just wandering martial artists, unaffiliated with any sect or faction. We should endure it if we can; there's no need to go up there and risk our lives!"

No matter how much the crowd tried to dissuade him, Fang Chang never turned his head back, only waving his hand dismissively in a casual tone.

"It's alright... My sword is not at a disadvantage either."