"Second Young Master wants to fight Zheng Hu, this... how can this be possible! With Zheng Hu being so formidable, how could Second Young Master possibly be his match?" A man in his forties, eyeing both Zheng Ming and Zheng Hu who had simultaneously stepped into the center of the threshing ground, filled his voice with incredulity.
And his companions around him, one by one, also widened their eyes.
"Uncle Wu, Second Young Master might not necessarily be unable to defeat Zheng Hu. Didn't he just defeat that... that third grandson with a single punch?" A youth looked at Zheng Ming in the threshing ground with admiration and argued loudly.
The youth's words made many of the onlookers nod in agreement, but more people's gazes were fixed on the two figures in the center of the threshing ground.
"But that's Zheng Hu!" The strong man's words once again caused the atmosphere to congeal.
To most people in Luming Town, Zheng Hu was seen as a contender to Zheng Ming's father, Zheng Gongxuan. But now, it was Zheng Ming who was making a move.
"Kid, our Zheng Family rules state, in martial duels, life and death are left to fate, heh heh!" Zheng Hu stared at Zheng Ming, saying coldly.
Zheng Ming didn't respond; he fearlessly locked eyes with Zheng Hu, his pupils brimming with an intense desire to fight.
Zheng Hu was the first to attack, launching the Ferocious Tiger Descends the Mountain, bringing a gust of wind, and fiercely aiming at Zheng Ming's chest.
This punch was very fast, more than twice as fast as Zheng Jinlong's.
Zheng Ming's expression shifted as he sprang to the side to dodge, but Zheng Hu's Fierce Tiger Fist was a Level 9 Martial Arts Skill – how could it be so easily avoided? Before Zheng Ming could dodge aside, another punch was already on its way.
Zheng Ming furrowed his brows, at this moment, he had nowhere to hide.
Although his Bear King Fist had reached the Comprehension Stage, it was, after all, not a martial arts skill known for its evasion techniques.
Bear King Roar!
Zheng Ming unleashed the most powerful punch of his Bear King Fist, which was also the mightiest in terms of strength within his Bear King Fist techniques.
When the two fists collided in mid-air, Zheng Ming felt a strong Inner Strength rush through his fist and directly into his body, scattering the inner strength of his Bear King Fist. His body involuntarily staggered backward.
Thump thump thump!
Zheng Ming retreated seven steps before stabilizing himself, and inside his abdomen, it felt as tumultuous as an upturned river.
Zheng Hu's Tenth-grade Cultivation Inner Strength was indeed not something he could match. Zheng Ming pressed down the sensation in his chest that made him want to vomit and looked at Zheng Hu coldly once more.
Zheng Hu stepped back, but this single step made him regard Zheng Ming with even greater seriousness. His mastery of Fierce Tiger Fist had reached a minor achievement, his Inner Strength was twice that of Zheng Ming's, yet in this confrontation, he did not gain much of an advantage.
This second son of Zheng Gongxuan was truly a character to reckon with.
And the more impressive he was, the more necessary it was to nip the threat in the bud; otherwise, once he grew stronger, it would spell his own doom.
With this in mind, Zheng Hu let out a cold laugh, swung his fist, and launched the deadly Tiger Heart Grab within the Fierce Tiger Fist at Zheng Ming.
He would avoid confrontation if he could, but Zheng Ming's Bear King Fist was not adept at evasion.
As his expression changed, Zheng Ming once again unleashed the Bear King Roar!
This time, Zheng Ming's momentum was clearly weaker than during the first punch!
Seated in the stands, the Third Elder revealed a hint of a smile, estimating that Zheng Ming would definitely suffer a heavy loss this time.
Meanwhile, Zheng Gongxuan stood up from his seat, his fists clenched tightly, fixated on Zheng Ming's body.
"Foolish! At this time, how can you afford to fight head-on?" Watching the figure throwing punches with gusto, Fu Yuqing muttered to herself in a low voice.
At this moment, Zheng Hu's eyes blazed with ferocity as he channeled all his Inner Strength into a single punch.
Zheng Ming's Bear King Roar was met head-on by Zheng Hu's punch; the two fists were about to collide.
But at that moment, Zheng Ming's fist that was directly facing Zheng Hu suddenly rose half a foot higher, and without resistance, Zheng Hu's punch struck Zheng Ming's left ribs.
Zheng Hu's punch, heavy with all his Inner Strength, hit Zheng Ming. Even a bull, struck by such a punch from Zheng Hu, would lose its fighting ability.
A look of surprise mixed with a smile appeared on Zheng Hu's face.
The boy's punch had missed by half a foot; he must have developed fear, and in combat, fear meant courting death.
After all, he was young—how could he entertain fear in battle!
Ending the fight in two moves, Zheng Hu could now report to the Great Elder, and while contemplating whether to press his advantage, he felt a certain eagerness to inflict further damage on Zheng Ming but Zheng Gongxuan's fierce words from earlier made him hesitate.
And in that instant, Zheng Hu saw seven streaks of silver light flash before his eyes, as fast as lightning.
Although Zheng Hu did not know what the silver flash was, he felt danger and instinctively leapt up, causing his body to fly four feet away.
However, that silver flash was too fast. In the instant Zheng Hu's body hit the ground, four streaks of silver light pierced directly into him.
Two of the streaks of silver light shot into Zheng Hu's left and right arms, one pierced into his right ribs, and another one entered the root of his thigh.
Flying knives, they were four flying knives!
Four icy flying knives, at this moment, had completely penetrated into Zheng Hu's body.
As he felt the pain, Zheng Hu also felt the inner strength flowing through his body as if it had been severed by a strike from the air.
Meridians, these damn four flying knives had severed two of Zheng Hu's meridians.
At this moment, Zheng Hu felt that he could no longer muster any inner strength throughout his body. For a time, his eyes were filled with endless resentment.
"You… you ambushed me!" Zheng Hu pointed at the youth sprawled on the ground, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth, with anger and disbelief.
At this time, Zheng Ming felt his chest was still churning uncomfortably. Like Zheng Hu, he also could not muster any inner strength.
To face a punch from Zheng Hu was no easy task for him at the moment.
But that punch, he thought it was worth it. The flying knives had cut Zheng Hu's meridians, and it wouldn't be easy for Zheng Hu to recover from that.
"I didn't ambush you. I simply used my flying knives to defeat you fair and square!" After saying this, Zheng Ming couldn't help but cough.
With that cough came quite a bit of blood.
At this moment, Zheng Ming looked somewhat disheveled, but no one in the entire threshing ground could laugh.
From the exchange between the two, everyone could imagine the situation at that time. Zheng Ming had taken the perfect opportunity to throw his knives at the cost of his injury.
All four flying knives had pierced into Zheng Hu's meridians. At this moment, it could be said that both were injured, but more accurately, Zheng Hu was defeated.
Zheng Hu was not only defeated but also suffered a great loss. Although Zheng Ming was injured, it was only superficial, and with some time, he could recover, but Zheng Hu's case was different; his injured meridians had been cut by the flying knives.
Without spiritual medicine to reattach his severed meridians, Zheng Hu could forget about using inner strength from now on.
How can one be called a martial artist if they are unable to use inner strength?
"Kid, I'll fight you with my life!" A somewhat crazed Zheng Hu struggled to stand up, but the four flying knives embedded deep in his body made it tremendously difficult for him to move.
Driven by sheer fury, he charged at Zheng Ming for two steps before collapsing heavily to the ground again. The flying knife that originally stuck in his thigh sank completely into his body at this moment.
"To exchange injuries for injuries, how ruthless!" The Third Elder's voice was filled with coldness as Zheng Hu fell to the ground again.
At this time, Zheng Gongxuan's eyes showed shock, relief, and a trace of pity. He looked at the Third Elder's gloomy face and said gravely, "Third Elder, I think we should stop the fight here today."
The Third Elder snorted coldly, standing up from his seat. He gave Zheng Gongxuan a fierce look and said, "Let's go!"
In the meantime, the Third Elder did not even bother with Zheng Hu, who was lying on the ground. He strode toward his carriage outside the threshing ground.
"Third Elder, that little bastard is despicable and shameless. You must avenge me!" Zheng Hu shouted grievously at the Third Elder as he departed.
Unfortunately, it was as if the Third Elder did not hear him. After helping the now-conscious Zheng Jinlong onto the carriage, he led a group of knights away like a whirlwind toward the direction of Qingchuan County.
It was at this point that Zheng Hu lying on the ground realized he had been abandoned here.
Only now did he truly understand that he was abandoned, left behind in Luming Town.
Now that he had lost his martial strength and was abandoned in Luming Town, a place filled with enemies, he turned his head and saw many men rubbing their hands in anticipation, their eyes showing not the slightest bit of goodwill.
"Third Elder, take me with you!" Zheng Hu shouted with all his strength, but unfortunately, the Third Elder's carriage had already left Luming Town at that moment.
Zheng Gongxuan looked at Zheng Hu and snorted, "Someone come, take the Deputy Town Head down to rest, and make sure to treat the Deputy Town Head well."
"Please rest assured, Town Head, we will make sure the Deputy Town Head feels as warm as spring!" A burly man chuckled sinuously, a cold glint in his eyes.
Except for a few appointed people, nobody else paid attention to Zheng Hu at the moment. More eyes were on Zheng Ming.
Zheng Ming, struggling to stand, finally stabilized with the help of Li Xiaoduo. As he stood up, the entire threshing ground erupted in cheers.
"Second Young Master is great!"
"Second Young Master defeated Zheng Hu, hahaha, Second Young Master will surely become a hero like the Town Head!"
"Second Young Master is mighty!"
Zheng Ming did not pay much attention to these cheers. He smiled at Zheng Gongxuan, who was walking towards him, and then summoned his Divine Mind, looking towards the Prestige Points in his heart. PS: Please vote for recommendations and favorites!