Not Satisfied? Let's Brawl Again

Chilie's eyes were wide with anger as he lay on the ground cursing non-stop.

Unfortunately, apart from memorizing insults, Zhang Biao only understood a few standard Northern Rong greetings and couldn't understand what he was saying.

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

Zhang Biao said disdainfully: "You must be calling me despicable."

"You're too weak, too disappointing. We each had five days to prepare, but you wore nothing but a codpiece, with no other preparation. That's underestimating your opponent!"

"I just cursed you a couple of times and you chased me from beginning to end, wasting your stamina!"

"I took your weapon and discarded it, yet you didn't suspect anything. That's brainless!"

"Your spear is over ten feet long, right? But you only relied on the spear. Every part of the human body can be a weapon. What a waste of your good physique. If you only know how to use a spear, you're useless."

"The way I'm talking... does it make you angry?"

Chilie roared continuously, still cursing, but the knife at his neck prevented him from moving rashly.

Zhang Biao observed this and reversed his Tang knife, pointing the handle at Chilie's head and pressing the mechanism!

Two silver lights shot out, embedding themselves next to Chilie's ears.

Chilie felt a chill, turning his head to stare at the green iron needles in the ground, his expression now blank, lost in thought.

Zhang Biao smiled contemptuously: "I hadn't even exerted myself, and you fell!"

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

"Not satisfied? We can go again! I'll fight you bare-handed, this time... no tricks."

With that, he jumped away from Chilie.

The broadsword and Tang knife were both thrown far away!

Then he casually strolled around the arena, continuously warming up.

Everyone present collectively froze in place!

He won... just like that! Chilie had barely made any moves before Zhang Biao pinned him to the ground!

"Lost Biao~! Awesome!!"

"We won!! Lost Biao won!!"

"Great Jing forever!!"

After just a moment of silence, the audience erupted in thunderous cheers!

Except for the Inferno Gang and the Northern Rong delegation.

Lord Ji Er had taken a spearhead to the shoulder. Though the wound wasn't serious, his spirit had nearly left his body!

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

Paba's face was pale as he shakily stood up, leaning on the chair in front of him, staring blankly at Chilie lying in the arena.

His mind still struggled to accept the result.

Fang Zheng was overjoyed! He immediately wanted the host to announce the end of the match.

But just as he turned around, Zhou Tie stopped him.

Zhou Tie's face was serious as he said: "Master! Don't you understand yet? Zhang Biao fought the first round for you, you needed a victory."

"The second round is what he wants to fight. He wants to brawl with Chilie!"

Fang Zheng fell silent, unsure how to respond.

Indeed, given Zhang Biao's attitude, he shouldn't have used so many tricks and should have gone straight for Chilie.

He hadn't expected Brother Biao to have such complex thoughts...

After some consideration, Fang Zheng reluctantly said: "Then let them fight. Make arrangements... tell the blowgun users not to relax."

Zhou Tie nodded and ran out.

...

In the arena, Chilie slowly stood up.

He didn't look at Zhang Biao first, but instead surveyed the audience stands.

Suddenly he felt dizzy.

He had fought many battles without ever losing, yet today he was defeated by a nobody! In front of twenty thousand people!

Today he would avenge this humiliation no matter what!

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

"Zhang Biao!! Since you're asking for death, don't blame me for being ruthless!!"

Zhang Biao turned and smiled, beckoning with his finger again.

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

Chilie didn't hesitate any longer, swinging his fists as he charged toward Zhang Biao in large strides.

Zhang Biao also rushed forward with fists raised!

In an instant, the two clashed!

With such a height difference, Zhang Biao could only punch repeatedly at Chilie's abdomen.

Chilie, looking down from above, directed each punch at Zhang Biao's head and neck.

But hardly any of his punches connected.

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

Feet spread apart, he hopped around Chilie, occasionally throwing two punches.

He looked exactly like a boxer!

This was naturally taught by Fang Zheng. Although he had never learned modern combat sports like boxing or kickboxing,

He'd never eaten pork but had seen pigs run!

He could at least provide some ideas to Zhou Tie and Zhang Biao, and martial artists with deep skills could quickly absorb and adapt these concepts.

Though not exactly the same as complete boxing or kickboxing systems, it was about sixty percent similar!

The host was now excited to tears, finally seeing a proper fight!

If he had to keep making things up, he could have written a novel!

"Look everyone! The second round has begun, and unlike the first, the two are trading punches and kicks, making for a lively spectacle!"

"See how Chilie's punches thrust like spears, each filled with killing intent, while Lost Biao remains calm, using his palms to form circular shields, employing a technique called Heaven and Earth Reversal....."

Fang Zheng couldn't help but suck his teeth as he listened.

The host was speaking well, but the two men fighting below had absolutely no aesthetic appeal.

There was only the brutal confrontation of strength and ferocity.

Zhang Biao didn't know much traditional Great Jing martial arts. His hands were too dirty for anyone to want to teach him.

Plus, most of the martial arts masters Fang Zheng had found were mediocre, with few true experts.

Initially, he didn't understand and was easily fooled, inviting anyone with flashy moves to the county to teach Zhang Biao.

But in actual combat, they were all completely useless! Nothing but posers!

They would get beaten bloody, then climb up to throw out a tough line.

My kung fu is lethal... one strike would kill, I just didn't want to cause any deaths!

By then, Fang Zheng was thoroughly disappointed and could only find ways for Zhang Biao to learn by himself or spar with street thugs and retired soldiers.

Fortunately, he later met Zhou Tie, a true master, though his knife technique was also extremely ugly.

Fancy moves, spinning, jumping strikes... these barely existed...

It was just straightforward chopping, with occasional strikes from tricky angles.

His fist techniques, spear techniques, and leg techniques were all the same.

The fierce battle continued below, with the two once again raising a cloud of dust.

The host suddenly exclaimed excitedly: "Oh no! Zhang Biao has been caught! How will he escape this predic