Sincere Heart in Jianghu

Yang Ming had somehow heard of the tradition of Tu Fan, and had hinted that if he could use this method to fight with Klecker for the last time, in reality, no matter whether he won or lost, would become the hero in the hearts of the Tu Fan people, and he would be able to turn a new leaf into a human.

At the same time, this also gave Klecker a chance to turn over a new leaf. If both of them could survive, then for the whole of the Mo Clan, this would be an extremely fortunate thing.

Every time the two of them fell to the ground, the other would laugh loudly, and every time they stood up, they would get cheers from their own clansmen.

He could no longer see anything in front of him, only the swaying figures, the beast-like cries, and the similarly blurry figure in front of him.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but the two of them still did not fall. They were still punching each other and attacking each other with their feet, but their strength was already very weak. The moment they touched each other, they would fall down as well.

There were no victors in this competition, and no losers either, only people with stronger willpower. Klecker was not someone to be trifled with, in the face of such a harsh test, he was not one bit inferior to Kleiman.

The voices of the crowd gradually grew quieter, the movements of the two of them had already slowed down. It seemed that they had already reached their limits, if this continued, their lives would be in danger.

However, such a duel had nothing to do with one's life. This was a sign of dignity. This was the manifestation of a man's bravery, and it was also a glorious and honorable title for the people of Tufan. These things were many times more precious than one's life.

The two of them could only barely stand up and walk towards one another. That scene was extremely shocking and moving.

When they approached, before the opponent could make a move, someone would fall first. The other person would laugh out loud and fall as well. Then, the two would slowly get up.

The sun had already set and the surroundings had begun to darken. The two still had no signs of stopping, nor did they have any intention of giving up.

When the sun set, the surrounding grassland suddenly became especially green and fragrant.

Some of the elders had tears in their eyes, while those brave warriors who had bravely killed their enemies on the battlefield also lowered their noble heads.

The unyielding attitude of these two gave the entire group of heroes present an extremely glorious image. Under the last ray of sunlight, the two figures suddenly became so tall, so grand!

Gently, a gust of wind blew over. The wind wasn't too strong, and the surrounding people only felt a chill on their faces. The wind had already caused the two of them to stagger and stagger, causing them to heavily fall to the ground.

The sand in the wind gradually rose and the sky became dark. Some people in the surroundings started to light torches, lighting up the surroundings. The faces of the two people under the fire became even more ferocious.

It was already hard to tell who was who between the two of them. The only thing they could see was that the two badly mutilated bodies were constantly getting closer and closer to each other before they were separated and fell down again and again.

Nightfall had arrived. The sounds of crickets and birds could be heard nearby. The women and children had also rested.

The two people in the arena were still fighting. Sometimes, the two people would just hold each other tightly and no longer have the strength to attack each other. However, no one would take the initiative to fall down, using the opponent to support their body.

The eyes of the surrounding people had gradually turned blurry. Everyone's face had become quiet and solemn. No one would utter even the slightest sound. This would be disrespectful to the hero in their hearts. They were waiting for the birth of their race's hero as if they were waiting for the sacred order.

The wind was getting stronger, and there was even a small drizzle. The rain scattered on the ground, creating a reflection of the flames. The flames also became extremely beautiful, and even more resplendent in the night sky.

The two of them were almost out of strength, everyone had already realized that they had not moved for some time, but the two of them were tightly hugging each other, their hands tightly holding onto each other, as if they were supporting each other and preventing each other from falling down, and at the same time also preventing themselves from falling down either.

A gust of wind blew over, and the two of them fell into the center. The surroundings were still silent as they looked at the two of them, waiting for them to recover.

However, this time, the two of them did not get up. Blood flowed from the corner of their mouths, and their eyes slowly closed.

The people around them finally realized that something was wrong, and they all rushed forward to help the two of them up. They touched their noses, and the two of them were still breathing.

Everyone was overjoyed and immediately called for the doctor to come over. They bandaged the two wounds and concocted the medicinal soup. They served the two and drank it before sending them to the palace.

The people present were all silent, quietly doing what they should do. It had been a long time since they felt the power of this people, and they didn't feel the blood that their ancestors had paid to conquer this land.

There were no tears, nor was there any crying. There were only determined faces and unyielding eyes. Yang Ming, who was hundreds of kilometers away, also seemed to have sensed everything.

Yang Ming's heart was as calm and complicated as ever. This martial arts world which looked like it was filled with blood on the surface, how many people's hearts and tears were actually hidden behind it?

Abata's face was filled with a strong and unyielding character. This iron-like man had been shocked by the scene just now and was proud of his tribesmen's bravery. From now on, he would unite as one and no one with second thoughts would appear.

When the previous rulers and princes of the underworld saw this scene, they too would smile and be proud of their descendants.

The wind was still blowing and the rain was still falling, but there were no longer any traces of the rain or wind. Everything had very quickly returned to its normal clean state, as if nothing had happened.

This was also the dream of many years. All this time, they had always been proud of their own strength, but today, they seemed to understand even more, that the surface strength of these people was exchanged for their own blood and flesh.