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Chapter 495 Wei Qingsong

This old man Ding looked plain, but as the saying goes, even a tiger can stand up even after death. His roar at this moment was quite powerful, and it actually made Master Zhao subconsciously take two steps back. It seemed that he was thinking of the time twenty years ago when old man Ding was invincible and unrivaled in the street.

Master Zhao sneered and said, "What a shame! Your son overestimates his abilities. He's a sparrow hoping to turn into a phoenix. He learned some basic martial arts and still wants to venture out into the martial arts world. We haven't heard from him in six or seven years. I'm afraid his bones have been taken away by wild dogs. Now, let me put it this way. Your son and I have a deal. Either you beat me or you hand over the boxing gym!"

"Cough cough cough" Old Man Ding coughed twice, the four characters of "hero's twilight years" were engraved on his face.
The boy clenched his fists and yelled, "You big bad guy, you only know how to bully us!"

Upon hearing this, Master Zhao laughed again and snorted coldly, "Don't accuse me of making things difficult for you, old or young. Call any of your disciples over here. As long as they're willing to fight, I, Old Zhao, will take them all. If any of your Chongshan Fist disciples can defeat me even a little bit, hehe, my Five Tigers Fist Gym will belong to them!"

During this conversation, the whole cause and effect were revealed, and a look of contempt immediately appeared on Yang An's face. Although he came from a humble background, he had a very positive outlook on life. He spent the whole day listening to storytellers' stories about the martial arts world in the teahouse. He could tell who was good and who was bad. It might be difficult for him to distinguish between right and wrong, but he naturally had to keep the code of conduct of the martial arts world in mind.

In addition, this situation was somewhat similar to the one he encountered in Hunyuan Martial Arts School, so he naturally felt sympathy for his own kind and completely put himself in the position of a weak person.

"Master, what about us?" Yang An asked cautiously.

Li Ming looked at the broker and said, "Is that so?"

The dealer laughed awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, but this is also a public case. It really happened back then. Speaking of this piece of land..."

Master Zhao squinted at the broker and said, "What's there to be ashamed of? This piece of land was mine back then. I just lost it to Ding Wushan, and now I want to win it back!!!"

"You didn't look like this when you kicked me out of the Zhao family. Now you want to act pitiful? Hahaha, you wish!" Master Zhao's voice gradually became colder.

"Is that so?" Li Ming whispered.

The man explained, "There are many martial arts schools and boxers on this street. Everyone makes a living by teaching boxing. As the saying goes, competitors are enemies, so some friction is inevitable. Martial artists are full of passion, so friction happens from time to time. Over time, everyone has established rules. The winner is determined by the skill level. The two sides place bets and compete in the ring. Many boxing schools are used as stakes, but no one interferes."

Master Zhao nodded and said, "Old Ding, you heard me clearly. It's only natural for me to come to you. Don't expect anyone to save you. Hand over the deed obediently, and I can let you go. Otherwise, haha, I've killed people in the ring before!"

The last sentence was undoubtedly a naked threat, and he completely disregarded Old Man Ding.

Old Man Ding was furious, but he forced himself to cheer up and said, "There is no man in my Ding family who is afraid of death. Do you think my Kaishan Fist is afraid of your Zhao family's Five Tigers Soul-Severing Fist? Come on, fight!"

"Okay!" Master Zhao laughed. He knew that the old man was stubborn, so he mentioned his son to provoke him. Seeing that he had been fooled, he felt relieved. He clapped his hands and a young disciple came forward holding a document.

"According to the rules, sign the life and death agreement."

Old Man Ding snorted heavily and was about to write his name when a loud shout suddenly came from the doorway. "Wait a minute!"

Everyone turned around and looked, only to see a tall, middle-aged man stepping forward. He walked with great vigor, but each step was very steady, showing that his lower body skills were solid.

"Teacher, let me do this one." The man smiled slightly, stood in front of Old Man Ding, grabbed the pen, and signed his name in a few strokes.

"Qingsong?" Old Man Ding rubbed his eyes, then looked carefully for a long time before asking uncertainly, "Is it you?"

"It's me, teacher, don't worry. This Zhao Hu has gone too far. Let me, the student, vent your anger for you!" The middle-aged man called Qingsong turned around and looked at Zhao Hu coldly, as if a cold light was flashing in his eyes.

Zhao Hu felt a chill in his heart when he was stared at by this person, but he felt much more at ease when he thought of his own arrangements. This old man Ding had been teaching boxing in Nandu City for so many years. Although he had been neglected over the years, it was not that no one had stepped forward. It was easy for Zhao Hu to deal with the old and weak old man Ding, but he was also prepared to face other people. It was unlikely that Wei Qingsong would come here, but it was also within Zhao Hu's expectations.

Zhao Hu sneered and said, "Mr. Wei, are you really going to interfere?"

"Master Ding has been so kind to me in teaching me, how can I not repay him?" Wei Qingsong said.

"Alright, alright! I'm no match for Wei Qingsong's Eight Winds Unmoving Pine Crane Hand." Zhao Hu nodded before saying, "But today I'm challenging him with the Ding Family's Mountain-Splitting Fist on behalf of the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Fist. What's your identity in accepting this challenge?"

Wei Qingsong's eyes flashed, and then he said: "Of course I will fight as my teacher and student. Don't worry, I will only use the Kaishan Fist. If I use other martial arts, I will lose!"

"Okay!" Zhao Hu nodded heavily with a smile on his face.

Then he asked his disciple to bring the document in front of him. He looked at it carefully, then signed his name on the other side of the life and death certificate, and then said.

"Master Wei is truly a hero. Everyone present heard it clearly. Conveniently, my agent is here. Enter the ring!"

As he spoke, he threw the death agreement towards the broker, and it happened to fall into the broker's hands. This was also one of the broker's jobs, so he took the document and looked through it. Seeing that there was no problem with the terms, he nodded.

"My two masters, this is a life and death agreement, witnessed by me, Zhang Hui. Fists and kicks have no eyes, and death and injury are irrelevant. If you seek revenge later, you will be scorned by your fellow martial artists!"

Wei Qingsong sneered, then walked steadily onto the ring that had been set up in the venue. Zhao Hu, on the other hand, performed a very fancy somersault to get onto the ring, which actually attracted cheers from the group of disciples he brought with him. In contrast, Wei Qingsong looked so ordinary that people could hardly help but look down on him.

The two men looked at each other and took stances at the same time.

(End of this chapter)