Chapter 87: Poison Cultivation Shows Its Might
In the building, the Seven Fragrance Tower Master looked at the person ascending the stage, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face.
Her several daughters, after identifying the person on the stage, also showed joy on their faces.
These people couldn’t help but whisper lowly:
“That Luo Dalang surprisingly didn’t take the stage himself, but sent his younger brother Luo Erlang instead.”
“Good! Although these two brothers are both not to be trifled with and have gained some small fame in the town recently, Luo Erlang is clearly not as formidable as Luo Dalang.”
Amid the joy, the Seven Fragrance Tower Master and the others also realized why the opponent had suddenly changed their fighter selection—it was most likely because they saw that Du Gu Guan had not sent out Qin Min, so Luo Dalang was too lazy to take the stage.
Not only did the Seven Fragrance Tower Master and the others realize this, but some spectators on site were also discussing it animatedly.
“It seems that kid from Du Gu Guan couldn’t pique Luo Dalang’s interest, so he only sent his younger brother to the stage.”
“What a pity, they’re all no-name nobodies. I thought we’d see a dragon-tiger battle today.”
The surrounding spectators were discussing, and unlike the Seven Fragrance Tower Master and the others who concealed it somewhat, their voices clearly carried in all directions.
Including Fang Shu, he also heard the discussions of those people, so he couldn’t help but open his eyes and size up the figure on the high platform.
Fang Shu narrowed his eyes slightly.
The opponent’s tactic of substituting a strong fighter with a weak one was somewhat unexpected to him. But this was good too; picking up an easier opponent meant he could earn his hardship fee for assisting in the fight more easily this time.
Fang Shu had no objections, but on his opponent’s side, the words from the surrounding people had stirred up some anger.
The guy called Luo Erlang had his qi and blood surging fiercely.
He shouted in a fierce tone: “Seven Fragrance Tower, where are your hired experts? How come none of them dare to come up on stage!”
This person’s face seemed indignant at being underestimated, and he immediately wanted to prove himself.
Hearing Luo Erlang’s shout, the Seven Fragrance Tower Master and the Du Gu Guan disciples all turned their gazes toward Fang Shu in unison.
But Fang Shu remained seated in his spot, quietly regulating his breathing and meditating, utterly unmoved.
Seeing everyone’s gazes, Luo Erlang realized Fang Shu was today’s opponent, so he pointed at Fang Shu and shouted: “You little pretty boy sitting there, get up here quick and have a real man-to-man clash with grandpa.”
Not only did this guy keep shouting, but the surrounding spectators were also jeering. “Good man, it’s time to take the stage. You arrived before that Luo guy anyway.”
“Quit with the damn breathing exercises, time to fight.”
But Fang Shu was completely unaffected by the external disturbances.
This situation made Luo Erlang on the stage restless, and he couldn’t help jumping down from the high platform, striding toward Fang Shu.
After the opponent came down from the stage, Fang Shu finally opened his eyes again, having already adjusted his qi and blood throughout his body to a peak state, in excellent condition.
So he abruptly stood up, just as he brushed past Luo Erlang, and leaped onto the high platform.
This left the Luo Erlang who had just come down looking stunned, then he tightened his face and fiercely kicked off, leaping back onto the stage.
The actions of these two fell into the eyes of Luo Dalang who had not yet taken the stage.
The opponent’s brows furrowed, and he couldn’t help but snort coldly, looking displeased at Qin Min and the others:
“You all are dojo disciples from the town, and this is just a fight to assist in a fight, yet you resort to such petty tricks, deliberately delaying my younger brother’s qi and blood.”
Hearing the opponent’s question, Qin Min didn’t even bother to lift her eyelids, much less explain anything for Fang Shu.
Instead, Luo Erlang on the stage, hearing his older brother’s words, looked slightly surprised, then gazed at Fang Shu with a face full of indifference and sneered:
“Dojo disciples are only capable of this much. They don’t dare leave town to kill demons and monsters, only dare to use petty tricks.”
The surroundings were in chaos, and some people were muttering about Fang Shu’s actions, not very impressed.
Fang Shu completely ignored these people and continued to mobilize his qi and blood, maintaining his stance to cope with this fight.
To Luo Erlang, he only said one word:
“Please.”
Then, he assumed the Insect Skill fist stance, his body like a python striking out; as his qi and blood surged high, it did not stand upright but entangled around his body.
Seeing this, Luo Erlang, who had been full of mockery, had his expression sink a bit.
But his eyes burned even more with ferocious light, as if he had spotted excellent prey.
Both sides took the stage.
The owners of the two merchant associations exchanged a few simple words and had someone bring out a copper gong.
There were no more formalities.
Dang!
The gong sounds from both sides rang out together, and the fight to assist in a fight officially began.
On the high platform, with a whooshing sound, Fang Shu and Luo Erlang’s figures both left afterimages.
Surprisingly, neither charged at the other immediately but leaped up together from the platform surface onto two tall stakes.
Landing on the stake, Fang Shu moved swiftly; he wiped his hand across his lips, and the Long Tongue Sword unsheathed from his mouth, thrusting straight at Luo Erlang.
Bang! The man-head-thick stake was easily pierced through.
Although Luo Erlang’s body was burly, he climbed the tall stake like a monkey, even stretching his arms long, and alertly dodged Fang Shu’s sudden sword strike.
Fang Shu had a slight upper hand.
He didn’t retract the sword but directly grabbed the Tongue Sword with his hand, then shook it fiercely; the Tongue Sword slashed down along the tall stake like chopping vegetables, aiming to dice Luo Erlang into pieces.
Luo Erlang flipped and vaulted nimbly, his movements ghostly, all timely dodging Fang Shu’s Long Sword assaults.
After several exchanges.
A roar of anger also erupted from the opponent’s mouth: “What a sinister pretty boy!”
It turned out that after successfully dodging Fang Shu’s Long Tongue Sword pursuit, Luo Erlang discovered that the stakes under his feet had been mostly chopped away.
The seven-story-high platform was creaking, as if it would collapse the next moment. And Luo Erlang was in the midst of it; once he lost footing points, if his body or legs touched the ground, he would lose this fight.
Owl!
Thus, a sharp screech like a mountain demon monkey issued from Luo Erlang’s mouth; his face flushed red, and qi and blood over two zhang and seven chi tall shot straight up from his body.
This guy swung his arms like a waterfall, his body like rolling thunder; no longer dodging Fang Shu’s Long Tongue Sword, he charged straight at Fang Shu.
Clanging sounds rang out.
This fiend’s two arms had the hardness of metal and iron, plus the boost from qi and blood; even if struck by the Long Tongue Sword, it was fine for the time being.
Thus, on the vast high platform, Fang Shu wielded his sword wildly, while Luo Erlang flailed his arms wildly.
In an instant, the two fought back and forth, full of perilous moments.
The vast high platform in their hands was like straw and paper; man-head-thick beams and pillars were easily flung away and shattered.
This spectacle fell into the eyes of the people in the building; the spectators who had been listless suddenly widened their eyes, finding it quite exciting.
“What a Tongue Sword!” “What ape arms!”
Many people exclaimed in admiration.
Those dojo disciples who came to watch the show also looked serious, staring intently at Fang Shu and the other.
And as time passed.
Soon, the entire high platform had only stakes left standing.
Fang Shu and Luo Erlang in the fight were hopping from stake to stake, to avoid landing and losing.
At this time, the momentum on Luo Erlang’s body was also growing fiercer.
This kid grew braver with each fight; his face red as charcoal, ferocious aura filling his face, he shouted fiercely: “See where you run now!”
Luo Erlang suddenly flung his arms, smashing down nearly half the stakes in the arena from afar, trying to force Fang Shu to come forward for a hard clash.
This fiend’s intent succeeded.
Because there were too few stakes to land on, Fang Shu could no longer move ghostily around, nor entangle with the opponent using his Tongue Sword.
And as the opponent grinned ferociously and charged forward, Fang Shu landed on a stake and surprisingly didn’t dodge again, standing firm in place as if scared silly.
But the next moment.
It was Luo Erlang charging forward who, midway, had his expression change abruptly first.
Puff! He suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, his qi and blood declining sharply, his body stiffening in place.
“What’s going on!”
This situation left the surrounding spectators in suspicion, baffled.
Even Luo Erlang himself looked stunned, lowering his head to look at his body, somewhat unable to believe how he had suddenly lost strength.
At this time, Fang Shu expressionlessly raised his sword, shaking it lightly toward the opponent; the Tongue Sword flashed like lightning, instantly tapping several acupoints on the opponent’s chest.
Puchi!
Fine spurts of blood erupted on Luo Erlang’s body, causing his qi and blood to decline further, his physical body to go numb, and he crashed to the ground.
At the same time, a sweet fragrance spread from the black blood he had sprayed, making the nearby spectators’ expressions change slightly.
“This is… Poison Cultivation?!” someone hissed.
In this scene, Fang Shu’s Poison Cultivation had shown its power; during the entanglement, it had deeply planted poison in Luo Erlang’s body, and at the moment when the opponent’s qi and blood was most vigorous, it erupted suddenly, wrecking his physical body.
In this fight, victory and defeat were decided!
