Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Chi Lie's eyes were wide with rage as he lay on the ground, cursing incessantly.

Unfortunately, besides memorizing a few swear words and the standard Northern Rong greetings, Zhang Biao couldn't understand a word he was saying.

However, judging by his expression, he could guess the general meaning.

Zhang Biao sneered, "You must be calling me despicable."

"You're too weak, you've disappointed me too much. We each had five days to prepare, but all you did was wear a groin protector. That's underestimating your opponent!"

"I only cursed at you a few times, and you chased me from beginning to end, wasting your energy!"

"I disarmed you and discarded your weapon, but you didn't suspect a thing. That's brainless!"

"Your spear is over ten feet long, right? But you just held onto the spear and wouldn't let go. Every part of the human body is a weapon. What a waste of a good physique. If all you can do is use a spear, then you're useless."

"Now that I've said all that, are you... unconvinced?"

Chi Lie roared repeatedly, bellowing incessantly, but the blade at his neck kept him from acting rashly.

Seeing this, Zhang Biao held his Tang blade upside down, the hilt aimed at his head, and pressed the mechanism on it!

With two swishing sounds, two silver lights were embedded next to Chi Lie's ears.

Chi Lie felt a chill, turned his head to stare at the green iron needles on the ground, his gaze already dazed, as if contemplating something.

Zhang Biao smiled contemptuously, "I haven't even used my full strength, and you're already falling apart!"

"Now your mind is in chaos. Even if we fight again, you won't be my match."

"Unconvinced? We can go again! I'll fight you bare-handed this time... no tricks."

With that, he stood up and jumped off Chi Lie.

The broadsword and Tang blade were both tossed far away!

Then, he leisurely strolled around the arena, constantly doing warm-up exercises.

Everyone present was collectively petrified!

He won... he actually won! Chi Lie was pinned to the ground by Zhang Biao before he could even make a few moves!

"Biao the Bereaved ~ Awesome!!"

"He won!! Biao the Bereaved won!!"

"Long live Great Jing!!"

After a moment of silence, the stands erupted with cheers like a landslide!

Except for the Beacon Fire Gang and the Northern Rong delegation.

Second Master Ji was shot in the shoulder. The injury wasn't serious, but he was scared out of his wits!

A group of gang members wailed and cried as they carried him out, fearing he would die in the stands.

Pa Ba's face was pale, and he stood up shakily, leaning on the back of the chair in front, staring blankly at Chi Lie lying on the arena.

For a moment, he couldn't accept this result.

Fang Zheng was overjoyed! He was about to have the host announce the end of the match.

But as soon as he turned around, he was stopped by Zhou Tie.

Zhou Tie said with a serious face, "Master! Don't you understand? Zhang Biao fought the first match for you. You needed a victory."

"The second match is for himself. He wants to fight Chi Lie hand-to-hand!"

Fang Zheng fell silent, unsure of what to do.

Indeed, judging by Zhang Biao's usual behavior, he shouldn't have used so many tricks. He should have just gone up and fought him.

I didn't expect Brother Biao to be so thoughtful....

After thinking for a moment, Fang Zheng said helplessly, "Then let them fight. Make arrangements... tell the blowpipe team not to relax."

Zhou Tie nodded and ran out.

...............

In the arena, Chi Lie slowly stood up.

He didn't look at Zhang Biao at first, but instead looked around the stands.

Suddenly, he felt a little dizzy.

He had never been defeated in all his battles, but today he had lost to a nobody! And in front of twenty thousand people!

Today, he had to avenge this humiliation no matter what!

Looking at Zhang Biao's back as he continued to warm up, hatred gradually surged into his eyes.

"Zhang Biao!! Since you're courting death, then don't blame me for being impolite!!"

Zhang Biao turned his head, smiled, and beckoned again.

"Don't waste time, I'm hungry."

Chi Lie no longer hesitated, swung his fist, and strode towards Zhang Biao.

Zhang Biao also swung his fist in response!

The two instantly engaged in a chaotic battle!

The difference in height between them was too great, so Zhang Biao could only punch Chi Lie in the abdomen.

Chi Lie looked down from above, each punch aimed at Zhang Biao's head and neck.

But almost none of his punches landed.

Zhang Biao's strange boxing style once again attracted everyone's attention.

With his legs spread apart, he hopped and skipped around Chi Lie, occasionally throwing out a few punches.

It was clearly the posture of a boxer!

This was of course taught by Fang Zheng. Although he had never learned modern combat sports like boxing or Sanda.

But even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run!

He could at least provide Zhou Tie and Zhang Biao with some ideas. Skilled martial artists can draw inferences from other things.

They could quickly absorb the advantages and learn from the ideas.

Although it wasn't exactly the same as complete boxing or Sanda, it was still about five or six parts similar!

The host was now so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. They were finally fighting properly!

If he kept making things up, he could write a novel!

"Everyone look! The two sides have begun their second confrontation. This time, unlike the first round, the two sides are exchanging punches and kicks, what a lively scene!"

"We see that Chi Lie's punches are like spears, each punch filled with murderous intent, while Biao the Bereaved is not flustered, his palms forming a round shield, using a move called Qiankun Da Zhuan..."

Fang Zheng clicked his tongue as he listened.

What the host said sounded good, but the two people fighting below had no aesthetic sense at all.

There was only the mutual confrontation of strength and ferocity.

Zhang Biao didn't know much about traditional Great Jing martial arts. His hands were too dirty, and no one was willing to teach him.

Moreover, the martial arts masters Fang Zheng found were mostly full of hot air, with very few real experts.

At first, he didn't understand and was fooled. When he saw someone throwing a beautiful punch, he would invite them back to the county to be Zhang Biao's teacher.

But when it came to actual combat, they were all a mess! They were just a bunch of showy moves!

Even with a face full of blood, they would still get up and say a harsh word.

My kung fu is a killing technique... I only make a move to kill people, I just don't want to cause any deaths!

Fang Zheng was completely disappointed with this and could only try to let Zhang Biao explore on his own or find street thugs and retired veterans to spar with him.

Fortunately, he later met Zhou Tie, a real expert, but his swordsmanship was also ugly to the extreme.

There were basically no sword flourishes, spins, or jumping strikes...

It was just honest slashing and chopping, occasionally coming in with two knives from tricky angles.

The same was true for his fist techniques, spear techniques, and leg techniques.

The fierce battle below continued, and the two raised a lot of dust again.

The host suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "Oh no! Zhang Biao has been caught! How will he break out of this situation now!"

At this moment, Chi Lie became fierce, forcefully taking a few kicks from Zhang Biao and rushing forward to hug him.

His arms tightly bound him!

Zhang Biao's face turned red, and he exerted force with his arms, but it didn't have the slightest effect.

His lower body kept kicking Chi Lie, but unfortunately, his weak point was wearing an iron groin protector. At this time, he had completely fallen into a disadvantage!

Chi Lie's eyes were bloodshot, and he grinned, "You could have killed me, but you courted death. You can't blame me now! Hahaha..."

"He ~ tui!" Zhang Biao wasn't flustered at all.

A mouthful of old phlegm flew directly towards Chi Lie's tonsils.

"Cough cough! Cough cough! Cough! I f*ck your mother!"