Biao's Battle Plan

Have you eaten...

Chilie's pent-up resentment suddenly broke down with this question.

Standing in place pondering for a while, he could only helplessly reply.

The two then resumed staring at each other without speaking.

A tense atmosphere filled the arena, and the audience was now silent.

Emperor Jing's brows furrowed into a knot.

Why aren't they fighting yet, what are they waiting for? If they delay any longer, the sword will cool off!

Li Yuanzhao was also muttering beside him.

In the broadcasting room, Fang Zheng was also puzzled, looking at Lu Fa: "What are they saying? Translate quickly!"

"Chilie said he has eaten." Lu Fa said

"If he's eaten, why the fuck aren't they fighting yet? What are these two dawdling about?" Fang Zheng said anxiously.

His buffs had a short duration, and further delay would be disadvantageous to Zhang Biao!

Xie Xian stroked his chin, a contemplative expression on his face.

"Could it be... we haven't announced the start, so they're waiting?"

".........."

So nobody had called for the start!

Fang Zheng was thoroughly embarrassed.

It seemed his experience organizing such large-scale events was still insufficient. He had focused all his attention on Zhang Biao and overlooked such small details.

He should have prepared a referee!

Fang Zheng quickly stepped forward and patted the host twice: "Quick! It's time for your improvisation, speak as you see fit, but make sure to convey our Great Jing's spirit!"

The host nodded, then focused his mind toward the bronze bell.

"Let the match begin!!"

With the announcement, Zhang Biao's legs suddenly exerted force, pushing back hard to distance himself from Chilie.

Seeing this, Chilie laughed heartily!

Good! After all that delay, it's finally starting. In three moves I'll kill this pretentious bastard!

"Great! We can see that Lost Biao has actively created distance!"

"Chilie's weapon is a long spear, yet Lost Biao voluntarily distances himself, showing that such an opponent is still not exciting enough for him!"

"Lost Biao's body is full of supreme skills, his every move is lethal! Indeed, each of his gleaming muscles has been trained into a deadly weapon!"

"He destroys enemies' bodies as easily as breaking ice, splitting wood, cracking stones, or cleaving jars!"

"But mere words are useless, Black Mountain Chilie is also quite formidable!"

The host was spraying saliva in his excitement, and Fang Zheng couldn't help giving him a thumbs up.

As expected of the last surviving host in Banshan District, his hosting skills were profound and admirable!

"According to our available information, we still don't know what martial arts Chilie practices, but he can ride a horse!!"

"However, judging by his towering physique and murderous appearance! A bloody massacre is inevitable today! Let's wait and see!"

Paba glared hatefully at the broadcasting room, now only wanting to drag the host out and grind him to dust.

You dog, do you need to be so obvious with your preferential treatment?

Seeing Zhang Biao make a move, Chilie positioned his spear horizontally, keeping the spearhead a full two meters away from his body!

Everyone in the arena was alarmed by the sight.

However, Zhang Biao remained calm, facing Chilie with a row of gleaming white teeth, his expression extremely arrogant!

Chilie's face showed a hint of coldness: "It seems you understand what I'm saying, today I'll grant you a quick death!"

Zhang Biao maintained his annoying smile, formed a megaphone with his hands around his mouth, and shouted loudly in fluent Northern Rong language: "I am your father! Are you the songstress?"

Having said that, he abandoned his sword and ran away without looking back!

Chilie was stunned for a moment, then a visible flush of blood rose from his neck to his forehead!

A heart-wrenching roar burst from his mouth: "Despicable wretch, I'll kill you!!"

With that, he took up his spear and charged forward with large strides!

The two began running around the arena, with Zhang Biao's expression unchanged, occasionally glancing back at Chilie, fearing he might throw a spear at his back.

The audience, who had been anticipating an epic battle, instantly lost their enthusiasm.

They watched the two chasing each other around the arena with confused expressions, only the Taoyuan County cheerleaders still howling tirelessly.

Seeing the two start running, the host completely panicked, helplessly looking toward Fang Zheng, but turning his head made him feel like his ears would fall off!

Fang Zheng and his group were still watching with telescopes, their mouths twisted as they observed the situation below, while Lu Fa was incessantly translating.

Countless profanities poured out, and except for the host, a room full of people laughed away a lifetime's worth of good karma.

What kind of people are these?!

The host trembled as he spoke: "Lord... Lord Fang?"

Fang Zheng turned his head, saw the host not working, and immediately showed displeasure: "Quickly narrate! Don't slack off! Don't you want your bonus?"

"How... how am I supposed to narrate this?!" The host was on the verge of tears.

"Ah! Figure something out! You're the most professional!" Fang Zheng waved dismissively and picked up his telescope to continue watching the battle.

The host swallowed hard, returned to the bronze bell, vigorously rubbed his face, and said with a slightly tearful voice: "Look everyone! Lost Biao has begun his warm-up exercise! He clearly wants to start with a race before the martial contest!"

"Zhang Biao takes off! Accelerates! Sprints!"

"Black Mountain Chilie has almost caught up with Lost Biao!!"

"What a pity! Lost Biao accelerates again! He's giving it all he's got!"

"We still don't know where the finish line for this race is, but carrying a long spear was clearly an unwise choice for Chilie."

"The long spear has seriously slowed down his speed!"

The host was passionately narrating while his hand underneath was pinching his thigh hard.

A clear tear involuntarily flowed down from the corner of his eye.

What the fuck am I saying?!

Although it was forced commentary, his profound hosting skills clearly moved the audience.

An improvised track and field competition was taking place on the martial arts arena.

The audience's emotions were fully mobilized, shouting to cheer for Zhang Biao.

While the scene in the arena was exciting, the language below was filthy beyond measure.

Zhang Biao ran while cursing, using Chilie's mother as the center and his eighteen generations of ancestors as the radius, hurling almost non-repetitive profanities.

The results of days of Northern Rong language study were fully displayed here.

Chilie roared continuously, his eyes bulging, and raised his spear several times to throw! However, Zhang Biao's movements were particularly erratic, running in an S-shape one moment and then in a...

In this high-speed state, Chilie had no confidence in his aim, and could only grit his teeth and chase hard!

Fang Zheng watched Chilie with anxiety.

Although Zhang Biao was currently in the lead, the Chilie behind him took huge strides, three steps equaling Zhang Biao's five.

Zhang Biao had to pump his legs at high frequency just to maintain the distance, such high-frequency steps were clearly a test of endurance.

"Zhou Tie, do you think Zhang Biao has a chance of winning?"

Zhou Tie observed carefully through the telescope, excitedly saying: "Yes! If they keep running like this, after half a cup of tea's time, Chilie's stamina will definitely be exhausted first!"

Fang Zheng murmured: "Yes, I'm just afraid Zhang Biao won't hold out first."

"He will! Before coming out, I saw Zhang Biao secretly drinking a cup of honey in the corner!" Zhou Tie said.

Fang Zheng suddenly understood, a smile immediately rising to his lips.

Well played! And here I thought you wanted a fair and open fight!

I didn't expect you to secretly consume energy gel for this marathon, you shameless thing!

We've got this!

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