The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 350: Go on stage, introduce yourself with a fist, make one move, and get kicked away!

He dodged the oncoming sharp knife by turning sideways, and instead of retreating, he moved lightly to the side of the knifeman, raised his foot, and kicked!

The kick was neither too strong nor too light, just enough to send the opponent flying off the stage. He landed on the ground with a thud, tumbling twice but not seriously injured. The damage wasn't serious, but the insult was strong. The young swordsman scrambled to his feet, his hands covering his head, and ran away, completely forgetting even the sharp sword he had left behind.

"Next." Murong Fu's voice had been repeated for who knows whether it was a hundred or eighty times. However, among all the martial artists who came on stage, no one could last three moves. Usually, the challenger would make a move, Murong Fu would easily dodge it and then knock the challenger down with one kick.

His movements were not very fast, but those so-called young talents were unable to dodge and were defeated. Some were kicked and fell to the ground, some fell to the ground and had to be carried away, and some rolled down. The one who was good at using a knife was considered lucky to be sent flying out of the ring like this.

However, Murong Fu fought in so many battles in the past two days, with his hands behind his back the whole time. He also didn't use any weapons. His attacks were usually just one kick, and all of them were with his left foot. However, none of those so-called martial arts talents could dodge it, leaving the onlookers in the audience stunned and confused.

Could it be that these so-called young talents are all "shills" hired by the Murong family?

But the group of people who had been having a great time and cursing the most harshly before were all defeated in this way. No one could make three moves, or force Murong Fu to make a second move.

The leg techniques he used seemed ordinary, including bouncing legs, kicking legs, sweeping legs, cutting legs, and whipping legs. However, such simple leg techniques gave people an irresistible feeling, making those young talents defeated one by one.

All the young talents who failed after going on stage were hit hard without exception. Murong Fu claimed that he had studied martial arts for thirteen or fourteen years, but he was only a third-rate martial artist. He didn't even dare to call himself a second-rate master.

With such a handsome young man who can defeat a martial arts genius with every kick, how can these geniuses assess their own strength?

No one would admit that they are first-rate, and no one dares to call themselves second-rate. As for third-rate?

Haha, can a third-rate person kill a third-rate person in seconds?

The young talents who were originally recognized as good players and masters, after entering this arena, all became worthless trash, without exception!

Now all the martial artists gathered in Gusu City felt a little uncomfortable. Among them were some first-rate masters who could see from the details that Murong Fu was definitely a master. His martial arts skills were only better than theirs, not worse than theirs. Even these old men might not be his match if they came on stage. Do you think it's fun for you, a first-rate master, to bully these juniors?

But unfortunately, the ones who took the initiative to come and cause trouble were not the great master Murong Fu, but these unknown outsiders.

Persuade Murong Fu to end this farce? But he has already promised to defend the ring for three days. If he gives up halfway, it would be a bit unreasonable and even disrespectful to the other martial artists who continue to rush here.

Persuade him to let go?

Haha, he put his hands behind his back and only used his left leg. Isn't that considered letting him go? This is already letting him go, but unfortunately, no young talent has been able to take his move so far.

There is no point in fighting in a round-robin battle. He just dodges the enemy with one move and defeats the enemy with one kick over and over again. How much can it cost him?

Otherwise, we can persuade him to relax the age limit. But he himself is only twenty-one or twenty-two years old and has practiced martial arts for thirteen or fourteen years. Relaxing it to thirty is already very generous. If it is relaxed further, will it really be appropriate for these old antiques in their fifties, sixties, or even seventies and eighties to go on stage?

There were people in their thirties or even forties who shamelessly stepped up to challenge, but without exception, they were all kicked away by Murong Fu. However, after kicking him away, he would still make a joke, saying, "Brother, you are not very old, but you look a little anxious."

As more people from the martial arts world come, the probability of them knowing each other increases. These shameless people will inevitably have their identities exposed, making them unpopular both inside and outside. They feel great hatred but can do nothing about it, and in the end they find themselves in the wrong.

Murong Fu, however, was a man who enjoyed himself. He would not start defending the arena until noon every day after having eaten and drunk a lot of wine. He would have an hour break for lunch at noon and leave on time at sunset, never a quarter of an hour later. Anyway, each competition was short, not enough for him to waste more time.

On the morning of the third day, after kicking away more than a dozen so-called martial arts talents in succession, there were more than a thousand martial artists surrounding the ring, but no one was willing to go on stage. The reason was that they recognized the strength of the people on the stage and knew that going up would be a waste of time, so there was no need to embarrass themselves.

He went on stage, introduced himself with a fist, made a move, and was kicked away!

Having watched this process hundreds of times, everyone knows the difference. The champion considers himself third-rate, and you are defeated in seconds when you go up there. Do you still have the nerve to call yourself a master when you leave?

They hoped that someone could suppress Murong Fu's arrogance, even if the person was over 30 years old. Murong Fu would not expose you before the competition, it would just be a bit embarrassing afterwards. However, three or five people who tried to get away with it were kicked away without exception.

This is so embarrassing!

It's embarrassing to go on the ring, and the challenger is the one who is embarrassed.

No one came on stage. Murong Fu sat on the armchair, enjoying the shoulder massage from two beautiful maids, sipping the fragrant tea and looking around, but he embarrassed everyone in the audience.

All the martial arts in the world come from Murong. The young master of the Murong family has not taken any action so far. All the challengers are kicked away with one kick. Although the direction and angle of the kick may change, it is impossible to see any kind of moves at all.

But one thing is certain, people can see your flaws at a glance, and then defeat you with one kick. In this way, it seems that it is not unreasonable that Murong is the best martial artist in the world.

Naturally, there were many people in the audience who were jealous of Murong Fu, and they came up to challenge him shamelessly, but they were all swept away without exception. The challenge in the morning ended when a monk was kicked in the butt and kicked off the stage.

After eating and drinking, a real master finally came to the ring in the afternoon: the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng.

There was an uproar below the arena, with countless martial artists shouting the name of Northern Qiao Feng in unison. Murong Fu looked at the smiling Qiao Feng and couldn't help but frown, "Brother Qiao, they are blind, deaf, and ignorant, why are you fooling around with them?"

Murong Fu's unpretentious words stirred the wrath of countless people. Qiao Feng laughed heartily and said, "Of course I know where this all came from. I also know that they've been blinded by fame and fortune, becoming weapons in the hands of others. I also understand Brother Murong's helplessness. But I consider myself a martial arts fanatic, and I wouldn't miss the opportunity to challenge and spar with a master like Brother Murong. After all, this is the last day. After we've fought, it's almost time for this to end. I can't really let Brother Murong trample on so many heroes. It would only make people hate him."

"I will repay them later and will not let them return empty-handed." Murong Fu didn't mind at all.

Qiao Feng shook his head gently and said, "I've always known Brother Murong's talent, but even a tree that stands out in the forest will inevitably be destroyed by the wind. Brother Murong, do you really want to be the first to stand out? As for your so-called reward, I'm afraid it may not satisfy everyone."

Murong Fu chuckled in his heart, is everyone satisfied? If I don't make them mad to death, I lose!

To Murong Fu, Qiao Feng's challenge seemed both reasonable and unexpected. He must know that the intelligence he had previously commissioned the Beggar Gang to investigate was all true. Qiao Feng and Ma Dayuan could not have been unaware of the ins and outs of the matter. Unless the real mastermind was Murong Fu himself, it would be difficult to hide anything else from the Beggar Gang.

But even so, Qiao Feng still stood in front of Murong Fu, which made Murong Fu both moved and helpless.

Helping him share the pressure was probably just a side effect. Knowing him, what he truly wanted was probably a fight with him. At their level of martial arts, finding an equal opponent wasn't easy, especially among their peers. Looking across the martial arts world, it wasn't hard to find someone on par with Qiao Feng, but he couldn't find another peer other than Murong Fu.

Murong Fu and Qiao Feng had a three-year agreement to fight once every three years, but for Qiao Feng, once every three years was not enough. He wished to have a thrilling battle with Murong Fu often. Now he had caught up with this opportunity, in which he could have a thrilling battle, show the power of the Beggar Gang, and help the Murong brothers ease the conflict. It would be a win-win situation.

As for the fact that Brother Murong was lazy and unwilling to sweat more, he easily ignored this matter.