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Chapter 70: Righteousness, One (3)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The two of them moved around in the field, dazzling everyone.
āGood!ā
āSenior Brother Zhang is mighty!ā
āGood job, Senior Brother Zhang!ā
Seeing that Zhang Tianwen was not at a disadvantage against Meng Zhi, who had defeated Zhao Yuantu in one move, everyone in the field cheered.
Han Zhao shook his head and laughed. The two of them were putting on a show!
āEldest Senior Brother, how is it?ā Han Zhao walked to Zhao Yuantuās side and asked about the situation.
āItās nothing serious. Donāt be rash.ā Zhao Yuantu took off his boxing gloves and exercised his bruised joints.
Han Zhao nodded and glanced at Meng Zhi in the field without saying anything.
Clang!
With a loud sound of metal colliding, the two people in the field separated. āSenior Brother Zhang, your saber technique is good. Iām not as good as you.ā
āJunior Brother Mengās spear technique is still better.ā
āWhy donāt we call it a draw?ā
āAlright! Itās a draw!ā
The two of them looked like heroes praising each other.
Cheers came from the field again.
At this moment, Zhang Tianwen came to Lu Yi and cupped his fists. āTeacher Lu.ā
āNot bad.ā Lu Yi nodded. Although he had obviously seen through their tricks, he could not expose them. Otherwise, he would be slapping himself in the face.
āTeacher Lu, I have a request!ā
āGo ahead.ā
āIāve always been in love with Junior Sister Xu. Master Lu, please help me go to the Xu family to matchmake!ā Zhang Tianwen was beaming.
As he spoke, he glanced at Han Zhao with a provocative expression.
āThisā¦ā Lu Yi was stunned. He could see the signs of Han Zhao and Xu Ling, so he naturally wouldnāt do such a thing.
āZhang Tianwen! Donāt even think about it!ā Xu Ling frowned.
āThird Sister! Youāve gone overboard with your words. Donāt tell me Father and I canāt decide your marriage?!ā
Xu Jin walked forward and put on the airs of an elder brother.
āJunior Sister Xu, isnāt it obvious at a glance how to choose? Senior Brother Zhang is a young elite. Heās not something some people with looks can compare to. If heās good-looking, heāll at most be a gigolo and not be presentable.ā
Meng Zhi echoed and stared at Han Zhao meaningfully.
āWhat did you say?!ā Zhao Yuantu was furious and was about to step forward.
Han Zhao pulled him back. āEldest Senior Brother, forget it.ā
As he spoke, Han Zhao walked to Xu Lingās side and held her hand. He scratched her palm, indicating for her not to be agitated.
āEnough!ā Lu Yi suddenly stood up. āToday is only a martial arts school sparring. This is not a market!ā
Seeing Lu Yiās sullen expression, Zhang Tianwen hurriedly waved his hand. āIām just mentioning it first. Everyone, stop arguing. Iām happy today. Letās go drink! My treat!ā āThatās great!ā
āLetās go drink!ā
Zhang Tianwen escorted them out of the courtyard.
The disciples of the other martial arts schools cupped their fists at Lu Yi and left one after another.
Han Zhaoās expression was calm.
Lu Yi walked forward and patted his shoulder, comforting him. āPractice well.
Weāll talk about it when you break through to the Blood Tempering Realm.ā
Although Zhang Tianwen had broken through to the Blood Tempering Realm, his temperament and comprehension were not good. Lu Yi had never thought highly of him. Moreover, when he checked a few days ago, he felt that Zhang Tianwenās blood qi was a little strange.
If Zhang Tianwen became a Force Tempering Martial Master one day, he might not be able to enjoy life as his master. Instead, he would suffer.
āIāll work hard, Master.ā
Han Zhao smiled. After bidding farewell to Lu Yi, he held Xu Lingās hand and walked out of the martial arts school.
The night was dark and windy.
Drunken Moon Pavilion.
The entire private room on the second floor was booked.
In the largest private room in the middle, Zhang Tianwen was surrounded by everyone.
His face was red as he held a beautiful woman in his arms and raised his wine glass high. āDrink! Drink to your heartās content! Those who came in sober today must leave drunk! Otherwise, you wonāt be giving me face!ā
Zhang Tianwen was in high spirits. He felt that the depression in his chest that had accumulated over the past few years had been swept away.
At this moment, he had already reached the peak of his life!
Breaking through to the Blood Tempering Realm was only the beginning. He had already imagined himself becoming a Force Tempering Martial Master and dominating Blackrock City with Meng Zhi.
Those who had a grudge against him in the past could forget about living a good life.
āIā¦ Iā¦ canāt take it anymore! Burp- I have to go to theā¦ relieve myself.ā The young man near the door burped and spoke with his tongue hanging out. When he walked out of the private room, his right leg was a little limping. It was unknown if he had drunk too much or if there was something wrong with his leg.
āFang Hongyun, you are really a coward! You canāt do this!ā Xu Jin laughed loudly.
Thump!
As soon as Xu Jin finished speaking, Fang Hongyun tripped over the threshold and fell to the corridor. When a few dancers went forward to help him up, they realized that he had already fallen asleep.
āHurry up and carry him into the room. Leave someone to take care of him. Donāt wet your pants!ā Meng Zhi waved his hand in disdain, causing everyone to laugh.
āIām going to relieve myself too. No one is allowed to leave. Wait for me to come back and drink!ā
Zhang Tianwen put down his wine glass. Although he had drunk a lot, the blood qi of a Blood Tempering Realm martial artist was far stronger than that of a Bone Tempering Realm martial artist. Therefore, he was only a little tipsy at this moment.
āLetās go together.ā Meng Zhi stood up. He was not interested in drinking. He just wanted to find a reason to leave the private room so that he could find his lover, Miss Hong Ying, later.
āBrother Meng, donāt even think about escaping!ā Zhang Tianwen grabbed Meng Zhiās sleeve.
āBrother Zhang, Brother Meng, donāt fall into the toilet together.ā
āThatās right!ā
The others joined in.
āIāll deal with you when I come back!ā Zhang Tianwen said ruthlessly and pulled Meng Zhi downstairs.
The two of them walked to the back door of the Drunken Moon Pavilion and entered an empty narrow alley.
āMove out. I canāt pee if youāre too close.ā Zhang Tianwen walked to the middle of the alley. As he took off his pants, he asked Meng Zhi, who was standing beside him, to stay away.
āAlright, alright, alright.ā Meng Zhi lifted his pants that he had taken off halfway. Just as he raised his foot, he felt dust fall from above. He subconsciously looked upā
A masked man in black was spreading his arms and legs. His body was in a spreadeagle position as he propped himself against the walls on both sides of the alley.
At this moment, the black-clothed masked man loosened his hands and feet. His body fell from the sky, and his palms, which carried a sharp wind, struck Zhang Tianwenās head with the force of a mountain.
āZhang Tianwen! Be careful!ā Meng Zhiās body shook violently, and his slightly tipsy mind instantly sobered up. As he shouted a warning, he quickly retreated. Zhang Tianwen looked up and was shocked. He circulated all his strength and punched out.
As soon as the fist and palm collided, the outcome was obvious.
With a crack, the bones in Zhang Tianwenās right arm broke. The bones of his forearm were pierced through the elbow joint by a huge force. He knelt on the ground and let out a neaven-snalqng scream.
A bone-cracking sound rang out, and Zhang Tianwenās scream stopped abruptly. The head on his neck had already disappeared, and it was actually forcefully slapped into his chest by the domineering palm force.
Thump!
Zhang Tianwenās corpse fell to the ground. He was deader than dead.
āWho is it?!!ā Meng Zhi felt his scalp tingle as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head in winter.
He didnāt even have the courage to fight back. He ran out of the alley. āMurder!
Murder! ā
Tap, tap, tap!
Han Zhao quickly caught up to Meng Zhi, who was about to run out of the alley, and reached out with both palms.
āAh!ā Meng Zhi felt the strong wind behind him and knew that he would die if he did not run out of the alley. He roared angrily and pulled out the half a short spear on his waist. He turned around to block.
Han Zhao slapped his right palm and deflected the short spear that was stabbing at his face. He suddenly pushed out his left palm.
At the critical moment of life and death, Meng Zhi exerted all his strength and held the spear shaft horizontally in front of him, his left arm protecting his heart.
Bam!
A piercing pain came from his arm and chest. Meng Zhiās arm was broken, and his sternum was dented as he flew out of the alley.
āPfft!ā
He fell heavily onto the street and vomited a large mouthful of blood. His head tilted and he stopped breathing.
Clang! Half of the short spear rolled down beside him. The steel spear was actually a little bent.
Hearing the commotion on the street and the rapidly approaching footsteps,
Han Zhao jumped onto the top of the wall and disappeared into the night..