Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 87 Poisonous Skills Show Their Power
Inside the building, the owner of the Seven Fragrance Pavilion looked at the person who was taking the stage, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face.

Her daughters also showed joy after recognizing the person on the stage.

These people couldn't help but whisper:
"Luo Dalang didn't go on stage; instead, he sent his younger brother, Luo Erlang."

“Good! Although these two brothers are not to be trifled with and have recently gained some fame in the town, Luo Erlang is clearly not as capable as Luo Dalang.”

Amidst their joy, the Seven Fragrance Pavilion Master and his companions also realized why the other side had suddenly changed their choice for the duel. It was probably because they saw that the Solitary Gu Pavilion had not sent Qin Min, so Luo Dalang was too lazy to participate.

Not only did the Seven Fragrance Pavilion Master and others realize this, but some of the onlookers at the scene were also discussing it.

"It seems that this kid from the Dugu Pavilion couldn't pique Luo Dalang's interest, so he'll just let his younger brother go on stage."

"What a pity, they are all unknown people. I thought there would be a fierce battle today."

The onlookers around them were talking amongst themselves, unlike the Seven Fragrance Pavilion Master and others who tried to conceal their conversations; their voices carried clearly in all directions.

Fang Shu, among others, also heard their discussion and couldn't help but open his eyes to take a look at the figures on the high platform.

Fang Shu narrowed his eyes slightly.

His opponent's strategy of trading a strong opponent for a weaker one was unexpected. But it was all for the best; he could get away with losing to his opponent and earn his fee for helping out more easily.

Fang Shu had no objections, but his opponent was provoked by the words of the people around him.

The guy called Luo Erlang felt his blood and energy surge.

He shouted fiercely, "Where are the best fighters you hired from Seven Fragrances Pavilion? What, none of them dare to come up on stage!"

This person seemed resentful that he was being underestimated and immediately wanted to prove himself.

Upon hearing Luo Erlang's shout, the Seven Fragrances Pavilion Master and the disciples of the Solitary Gu Pavilion all turned their gazes toward Fang Shu.

However, Fang Shu remained seated, quietly adjusting his breathing and calming his mind, unmoved.

Seeing the gazes of the crowd, Luo Erlang realized that Fang Shu was his opponent for the day. He pointed at Fang Shu and shouted, "You pretty boy sitting there, come up here quickly and have a real, head-on clash with your grandpa."

Not only was this man shouting, but the surrounding onlookers were also jeering. "Good man, it's time to go on stage. You even arrived before that guy surnamed Luo."

"What's the point of taking a deep breath? It's time to start fighting."

But Fang Shu was completely undisturbed by the outside world.

This situation made Luo Erlang on the stage very agitated, and he couldn't help but jump off the platform and stride towards Fang Shu.

After the other party stepped down, Fang Shu finally opened his eyes again. He had already adjusted his blood and energy to be vigorous and was in excellent condition.

So he suddenly stood up, just missing Narajiro, and leaped onto the high platform.

This left Luo Erlang, who had just stepped down from the stage, looking bewildered. He then tightened his skin, kicked his legs, and leaped back onto the stage.

Their actions were noticed by Luo Dalang, who was not on stage.

The other person frowned, let out a cold snort, and looked at Qin Min and the others with displeasure:

"You are all disciples of the town's martial arts school. It's just a friendly fight, yet you have to resort to such petty tricks and deliberately delay my brother's life force."

Qin Min heard the question but didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, let alone offer any explanation to Fang Shu.

Luo Erlang, on the stage, heard his elder brother's words and showed a slight surprise. He then looked at Fang Shu with an indifferent expression and sneered:

"That's all the disciples of the martial arts school are capable of. They don't dare to go out of town to kill demons and monsters, they only dare to use their petty tricks."

The surroundings were chaotic, and some people were muttering about Fang Shu's behavior, saying it wasn't very magnanimous.

Fang Shu completely ignored these people. He continued to circulate his qi and blood to maintain his posture in order to deal with this battle.

To Narajiro, he uttered only one word:

"please."

Immediately, he adopted the Insect Kung Fu stance, his body emerging like a python, his blood surging, but instead of rising, the energy coiled around him.

Upon seeing this, Luo Erlang's expression darkened somewhat, even though he had been all smiles.

But a fierce glint appeared in his eyes, as if he had spotted a prime prey.

Both sides took the stage.

The owners of the two chambers of commerce, after a few simple words, had their men bring out gongs.

There are no more red tape.

Yeah!

Two gongs rang out simultaneously, officially commencing the martial arts contest.

On the high platform, a hissing sound rang out, and Fang Shu and Luo Erlang's figures left afterimages.

Neither of them immediately attacked the other. Instead, they both leaped from the platform onto two tall pillars. Upon landing on the pillars, Fang Shu moved swiftly. He wiped his lips with his hand, and the long tongue sword was drawn from his mouth, aimed directly at Naro Erlang.

Bang! The pillar, as thick as a human head, was easily pierced.

Although Narojiro was burly, he climbed the tall pillar like a monkey, even stretching out his arms, and cleverly dodged Fang Shu's sudden sword strike.

Fang Shu had a slight advantage.

Without sheathing his sword, he directly met the tongue sword with his hand, then with a sudden flick, the tongue sword slashed down the tall pillar, chopping Luo Erlang into pieces as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Luo Erlang, with his nimble movements, leaped and tumbled, managing to evade Fang Shu's longsword attacks in time.

Several rehearsals were conducted.

A furious roar also rang out from the other party: "What a vicious pretty boy!"

After successfully evading Fang Shu's long tongue sword, Luo Erlang discovered that most of the pillars beneath his feet had been chopped off.

The platform, seven stories high, was creaking and groaning, as if it were about to collapse at any moment. If Luo Erlang were caught in the middle and lost his footing, he would lose the fight.

枭！
Then a shrill cry like that of a mountain goblin rang out from Luo Erlang's mouth. His face turned red, and his vital energy surged from his body.

This fellow swung his arms like a waterfall, his body moving like rolling thunder. No longer dodging Fang Shu's long tongue sword, he pounced on Fang Shu head-on.

A clanging sound rang out.

This beast's two arms are as hard as metal, and with the added strength of its blood and qi, even if it is struck by the long-tongued sword, it will be unharmed for a while.

On the vast platform, Fang Shu brandished his sword wildly, while Luo Erlang swung his arms wildly.

In an instant, the two sides were locked in a fierce battle, with each move a dangerous and perilous affair.

The enormous platform fell into the hands of the two men as if it were made of straw and paper, and the beams as thick as a human head were easily overturned and shattered.

Such a spectacle caught the attention of those inside the building, and the previously listless onlookers suddenly widened their eyes, finding it quite fascinating.

"What a sharp tongue!" "What powerful arms!"

Many people clicked their tongues in disapproval.

The martial arts disciples who came to watch the show also looked serious and stared intently at Fang Shu and the other person.

And as time goes by.

Soon, only the wooden stakes remained on the entire platform.

Fang Shu and Na Luo Erlang, who were fighting, were jumping around on the stakes to avoid being defeated after landing.

At this moment, Luo Erlang's aura became even more intense.

The more he fought, the more courageous he became. His face was as red as charcoal, and he was full of fierceness. He shouted in a fierce voice, "Let's see where you run next!"

Luo Erlang suddenly swung his arms, knocking down nearly half of the wooden stakes in the field with his bare arms, attempting to force Fang Shu to come forward and confront him head-on.

This scoundrel has succeeded in his plan.

Because there were too few wooden stakes to stand on, Fang Shu could no longer move around ghostly, nor could he rely on his tongue to entangle with his opponent.

When the other party grinned and pounced forward, Fang Shu landed on the wooden stake and didn't even try to dodge. He remained standing there, as if he had been scared out of his wits.

Just the next moment.

It was Luo Erlang, who charged forward, whose expression suddenly changed halfway through the attack.

With a thud, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, his vital energy greatly diminished, and his body stiffened on the spot.

"This is how the same thing!"

This situation left the onlookers bewildered and puzzled.

Even Luo Erlang himself was stunned, looking down at himself, somewhat unable to believe how he had become so weak.

At this moment, Fang Shu raised his sword expressionlessly, flicked it slightly at his opponent, and his tongue, sharp as lightning, struck several acupoints on his opponent's chest in the blink of an eye.

Pfft!

Tiny streams of blood exploded on Luo Erlang's body, causing his vital energy to deplete further, his body to become paralyzed, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Then, a sweet aroma emanated from the splattered black blood, spreading in all directions and causing the expressions of the onlookers nearby to change slightly.

"This is... a poison technique?!" someone hissed.

This scene clearly demonstrated the power of Fang Shu's poison technique. During the entanglement, the poison was deeply embedded in Luo Erlang's body, and it suddenly erupted when the opponent's blood and energy were at their peak, causing his physical body to break down.

The outcome of this battle is already decided!
(End of this chapter)