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"Hahahaha! You four-legged snake, you dare to embarrass yourself with your skills?"

Sang Biao strode forward, grabbed Jia Zidan from the ground, and pushed him aside.

He was burly and stood a full half a head taller than Master Ding. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

"Old man, let me show you the power and ferocity of Bajiquan!"

He stepped forward with his right foot, and the ground shook.

Bajiquan emphasizes striking, striking, squeezing, and leaning, with its power being short, sharp, and fierce, all of which explodes within a small area.

As Sang Biao took that step, his right fist shot out along his ribs, the fist striking the air with a muffled thud, heading straight for Ding Ye's chest.

Ding Ye took a half step back with his right foot and turned his body slightly to the side, as Sang Biao's fist grazed past his chest.

Sang Biao's punch missed, but his left elbow came crashing down. The elbow technique in Bajiquan is more ruthless than the fist technique. If this elbow strike lands, it can break a person's collarbone.

Dingye raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and caught his elbow with his palm.

Sang Biao felt as if his elbow had hit a ball of cotton, and all the force had been completely dissipated.

Before he could retract his elbow, Master Ding's left hand had already circled around from the side, his five fingers forming a claw as he gripped his Jianjing acupoint and pressed down.

Sang Biao's entire left arm instantly lost its strength, and half of his body slumped down.

Sang Biao gritted his teeth, kicked his right foot forward, and slammed his knee into Ding Ye's lower abdomen.

Bajiquan's knee strikes are known for their ruthlessness; a solid knee strike can displace internal organs.

Ding Ye didn't loosen his grip on his shoulder. He lifted his right foot and gently stepped on the instep of Sang Biao's foot, causing Sang Biao's knee to be pushed back before it was even halfway up.

He lost his balance and fell forward. Dingye turned to the side and gently pushed him on the back with his right hand.

Immediately afterwards, Sang Biao collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Is that all you've got?"

Master Ding looked down at him. "Are all of Zhao Zhenhai's men this bad now?"

The expressions on Li Erdan and Zhang Laosan's faces were beyond just ugly.

If Jia Zidan lost, it could be said that Snake Fist was countered; if Sang Biao lost, it could be said that Bajiquan was too rigid and easily broken.

But they all knew that Master Ding hadn't used his full strength at all.

Throughout the entire story, Master Ding maintained the demeanor of an old man teasing a mischievous child.

It seems that the two foreign aids they hired at great expense are nothing more than two apprentices who have just started learning.

Sang Biao got up from the ground and exchanged a glance with Jia Zidan.

The same thought flashed in their eyes: if they couldn't win one-on-one, they might have a chance if they attacked together.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Uncle Ding took the pipe out of his mouth and tapped it lightly on the armrest of the chair.

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"Stop thinking about it, all of you come at me together."

Although Sang Biao and Jia Zidan had this idea, they were still somewhat embarrassed and angry when it was pointed out to their faces.

The two moved almost simultaneously. The left flank slithered towards Master Ding's eyes, while the right flank used Bajiquan to sweep Master Ding's waist and ribs with a left elbow strike. The two attacks arrived almost at the same time.

However, the rhythm of their attacks was completely different. Snake Fist followed a light and agile approach, while Bajiquan followed a fierce and powerful approach.

With alternating speeds and rhythms, one fast and one slow, one light and one heavy, the attacker lost his own rhythm before even reaching Master Ding.

Ding Ye used his left foot to step on Jia Zidan's right toes for leverage, and his right shoulder slammed into Sang Biao's arms, causing a jolt. At the same time, his right hand grabbed Jia Zidan's serpentine wrist and pulled him to the side.

Jia Zidan's snake fist couldn't stop its force and struck Sang Biao's right arm directly. The two of them cried out in pain and tripped over each other, falling to the ground like tumbleweeds.

"pretty!"

Erniu shouted "Good!" from the sidelines until his voice cracked.

Li Erdan and Zhang Laosan's faces had turned from ashen to deathly pale.

They never expected that Master Ding, who was already in his twilight years, would still be so strong.

This strength completely exceeded their previous expectations. The outside help they invited not only failed to break Master Ding's rules, but also made Master Ding's prestige even more unbreakable.

Chu Nan stood in the crowd, his brows slightly furrowed.

He had been wondering why Master Ding wanted to help him. The most reasonable explanation was that Master Ding wanted him to fight for Qiaobei or help suppress the outside help that Li Erdan and Zhang Laosan had brought in.

But now it seems that Master Ding can solve all the problems on his own.

In this situation, why did Master Ding help him so much and let him stay? What was his real purpose?

Just then, a burst of laughter came from behind the crowd.

"How could our Qiaodong Village be missing from the horse racing festival in our southern region!"

All eyes turned toward the direction from which the sound came.

A group of people were riding along the dirt road on the east side of Longquan Lake.

The leader was a young man, dressed in a dark blue outfit with a silver-buckled leather belt around his waist.

His hair was shaved very short, revealing an old knife scar that stretched from his forehead to behind his ear, looking like a mark left by something cutting him.

"How could it be him?"

When Erniu saw the person's face, his expression changed drastically.

Chu Nan asked, "Who is this person?"

Erniu lowered his voice and spoke quickly, "Guojianglong, the son of the old master of Qiaodong. His father, Guo Youai, is the person in charge of Qiaodong. He is a little older than Yuan Laoda and the others."

"Six years ago, before the first Sifang Horse Racing Club started, Guo Youai suddenly died of an acute illness. Qiaodong was leaderless, and Yuan Laoda, Li Erdan, and Zhang Laosan all wanted to take the opportunity to divide up Qiaodong's territory."

"Many villagers in Qiaodong were forced to move away in response to the city's demolition policy, and those who stayed behind have basically lost contact with Nanxiang."

"Guo Jianglong was only a teenager at the time, and no one thought he could take over Qiaodong. He himself disappeared after his father's funeral, and there has been no news of him for the past five or six years."

Chu Nan nodded thoughtfully, "Then his return with so many people clearly indicates he has ill intentions."

Could it be that dealing with this intruder is the favor that Master Ding wants him to do?

Erniu didn't speak, but his expression clearly showed that he agreed with Chu Nan's statement.

He stared at the cavalry behind Guo Jianglong. The riders were all strong and the horses they rode were all good horses. It was clear that they were not just a temporary group.

Li Erdan was already seething with anger because his scheme had failed, and seeing Guo Jianglong only made him explode. "What right do you, a mere brat, have to talk back? The whole Qiaodong area fell apart when your father died!"

"The remaining people have either moved away or been merged into other villages. You're a run-down village that can't even muster a leader, what face do you have to participate in the horse racing festival?"

Crossing the River Dragon reined in his horse, a smile still on his face, but when his eyes swept over Li Erdan, there was no warmth in them.

"Uncle Erdan, you're wrong about that."

"The Nanxiang Horse Racing Festival has been passed down from the older generation. Anyone from Nanxiang Village can participate. I've never heard of any rule that says you can't come if the village falls apart. As for qualifications—"

His gaze shifted and landed on Erniu. "Didn't Qiaobei also have a lackey take the lead this year? If Uncle Erniu can represent Qiaobei, why can't I, Guojianglong, represent Qiaodong?"