Commander Li frowned. The Black Mountain Devil was indeed cunning.
With just one sentence, he had placed Tang Wen and the other two in an awkward position.
If they were to step down now, it would seem as though they were afraid of the Black Mountain Camp and Black Fang.
But if they didn't step down, it would appear as though they were disrespecting all the other factions.
"What should we do?"
He exchanged glances with Qian Sanduo.
Qian Sanduo, for the moment, had no good solution either and could only look toward the Zheng family members below the stage.
He hoped they would mediate and provide a way out, allowing them to gracefully step down.
After all, offending so many people wasn't a good idea.
But the Zheng family seemed intent on asserting their authority, or perhaps they were dissatisfied that no one from the Flame Camp had participated.
They remained silent.
The air grew tense, and both sides were at a stalemate.
Suddenly, a clear and resonant voice spoke up: "You black brute! If you want us to step down, it's simple. Stand still and take one move from me. If you can withstand it, I'll step down and apologize to you!"
The speaker, of course, was Tang Wen.
Qian Sanduo and Commander Li exchanged glances. The situation had turned around.
Tang Wen's words had shifted the initiative from passive to active.
Black Fang was currently competing. If he didn't dare to accept the challenge, he would appear cowardly.
But if he did accept, well, could he really withstand it?
"Ha ha ha ha!" Black Fang burst into laughter, but then suddenly stopped, his voice icy: "Kid from the Flame Camp! What about ten moves?"
"Fine!" Tang Wen grabbed the chopstick holder on the table and said calmly, "Everyone, please step away from him. This move of mine is a continuous attack, so be careful!"
Before the words had even finished, Tang Wen swiftly grabbed three chopsticks.
The Contemplation Method erupted!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The chopsticks, carrying a terrifying whistling sound, transformed into streaks of afterimages.
The sturdy jujube wood chopsticks fiercely rubbed against the air, arriving in front of Black Fang in an instant, forming a menacing rocket.
Everyone present changed their expressions.
Clearly, the power of this move had shocked them!
And Tang Wen, wielding the light as if it were heavy, unleashed a continuous barrage.
"Break open!"
With a fierce shout, the rocket collided with Black Fang's fists.
Exploding into a sky full of sparks.
The jujube wood chopsticks shot out in all directions. Black Fang's expression turned serious as he faced the rocket, quickly unleashing the Dark Night Divine Fist.
"Dark Night Divine Fist - Night Battle in All Directions!"
Commander Qian used his body to shield Tang Wen, replenishing the chopstick holder in his hand with a handful of chopsticks.
This was a restaurant, and chopsticks were plentiful.
Seeing that his opponent was tough, Tang Wen simply stood up, his hands never stopping, firing three chopsticks at a time, then five, aiming at Black Fang's head, face, and lower body!
The crowd began to marvel.
To the ordinary people, Martial Apprentices, and Martial Practitioners, the two were fighting beautifully, a truly spectacular sight.
But the Martial Masters present all wore serious expressions.
Watching Tang Wen, watching Black Fang.
They silently wondered if they could handle it if they were in either of their positions.
The more they thought about it, the graver their expressions became.
The family heads who had come from Five Cities were also inwardly astonished: What a masterful technique of hidden weapon bursts! The person executing it seemed so young!
In an instant, Tang Wen unleashed a ten-hit combo!
In front of him lay a spread of chopsticks, his hands never stopping.
The whistling sounds of the chopsticks cutting through the air were unceasing.
After thirteen consecutive bursts, his right hand suddenly reached behind his waist, and with a hum!
A pebble shot out like a cannonball.
"Bang!"
Black Fang had no time to dodge and took the hit with his fist. His rock-solid figure staggered, and a second stone was already on its way.
"You're cheating, damn it!"
After shouting, he swiftly dodged, narrowly avoiding the Flying Stone.
Bang!
The brick floor was smashed into a large crater!
"Flame Camp, are you playing fair? Is this what you call a single move?" Although Black Fang was furious, he was more wary.
Even though he was seething with anger, he didn't dare charge up to the tavern.
He had no doubt that if he dared to rush up, the three inside would not hesitate to kill him!
That guy surnamed Qian from Flame Camp was already hard to deal with, and now where did this cunning kid come from?
Tang Wen's lips curled into a smile: "This move of mine is called 'Stone Hidden in Wood.' Do you have any objections?"
Stone Hidden in Wood?
Commanders Qian and Li nearly burst out laughing.
On the high platform, Zheng Nanzhu watched him, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration.
Mysterious, suave, powerful, with a nonchalant tone that carried a sense of playful irreverence.
"Alright! Friends from Black Mountain Battalion and Flame Camp have presented us with an exciting martial arts display! Next, the martial arts competition for marriage will begin!"
A member of the Zheng family spoke up.
Tang Wen put down the pebble he hadn't thrown.
Black Fang also looked at Tang Wen, snorted, brushed off the dust from his clothes, and stood back in his place.
The other three Martial Masters were secretly worried: Would Tang Wen also participate in the martial arts competition for marriage?
If he did, it would be best to have him face off against Black Fang first, so they could both end up injured!
"Let's go down and watch!"
Tang Wen and the other two descended the stairs and joined the crowd.
The crowd's eyes were filled with curiosity, as the three of them directly entered the midst of the people, looking like mere spectators.
"Aren't you participating in the competition?"
One of the members from the five major families voiced the question on everyone's mind.
That's right!
You're so skilled, why aren't you joining the competition?
Many people looked at Tang Wen, waiting for his answer.
Some secretly thought: This kid is covering his face with a black cloth—could he be too ugly to show himself?
Tang Wen casually replied, "I'm not participating."
"Why not?"
"Why so many questions?"
"Uh!" The man was left speechless: That's our family's young lady, the most beautiful woman in Five Families City, and you don't want to marry her?
The Zheng Family Head glanced at Tang Wen, seeing that he had no intention of stepping forward, and didn't call out to him either.
He announced that the martial arts competition for marriage had officially begun.
The first to take the stage were over twenty Martial Practitioners, but their fights were rather unremarkable.
In a world full of dangers, these people were not familiar with each other, and every move they made was a killing strike.
Hard and direct, there was little to admire.
After one round, twelve remained.
The next round would begin in an hour, and the winners went down to rest.
Next up was the battle between the four Martial Masters.
"Everyone, step back, further back."
For the Martial Masters' competition, a large enough space was needed.
The onlookers, including Tang Wen, retreated dozens of meters.
The first match began:
The seventh leader of Six Mountains and Eighteen Villages, Iron Fan Gentleman, faced off against the direct descendant of Five Families City, the young master of the Lin Family—Lin Wanqing.
Iron Fan Gentleman wielded a half-meter-long iron fan.
Lin Wanqing used a sword.
As they stepped onto the stage, their auras clashed.
Clang!
They erupted simultaneously, striking at the same time.
The first clash ended in a draw.
Without hesitation, Lin Wanqing immediately launched a series of attacks.
Iron Fan Gentleman chose to dodge and maneuver, looking for an opening!
The two fought all over the stage, their weapons clashing, the force of their strikes howling through the air.
Several explosive collisions followed.
They had gauged each other's strength.
Lin Wanqing began to dodge around the stage, waiting for an opportunity.
Meanwhile, Iron Fan Gentleman became the aggressor.
"Young Master Lin! Hang in there!"
"Young Master Lin, defeat him!"
Those who couldn't hold back began to cheer for Lin Wanqing.
Commander Li stood beside Tang Wen and whispered, "I just heard that this Young Master Lin enjoys drinking and carousing. Although he has decent talent, his strength is only that of a second-rate Martial Master."
He then added, "Brother Tang, if you were to step in, you might actually have a chance."
Tang Wen glanced at him, and Commander Li waved his hand with a smile, "Never mind, never mind."
Clang! Clang! Clang!
After several intense exchanges, the disparity in strength on the field became clear.
Iron Fan Gentleman relentlessly pursued Young Master Lin.
Young Master Lin struggled to defend himself, barely holding on.
After a few more moves, Iron Fan Gentleman seized the opportunity, unleashing a rapid series of attacks. His iron fan swept across Young Master Lin's shoulder.
Lin Wanqing was sent flying backward.
"Young Master!"
"Young Master Lin!"
Someone rushed forward to catch him.
Iron Fan Gentleman clasped his hands in a salute, "I concede."
"The first match goes to Iron Fan Gentleman!"
"The second match, Wang Jintong versus Black Fang, prepare yourselves."
Black Fang sneered coldly and stepped into the arena.
Wang Jintong, small and thin, with an expressionless face, stood opposite him.
"Young Master Wang is stronger! He's sure to win."
"Yes, he
's definitely going to win."
"Young Master Wang will surely triumph!"
The crowd from Wujia City cheered even louder
.
Tang Wen and the other two exchanged glances, sensing their lack of confidence.
Could this Young Master Wang really defeat Black Fang?
Perhaps the Zheng family's daughter would have to marry an outsider?
Now, this is going to be interesting!
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