Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

In Liyue Harbor, the luxuriously decorated courtyard was packed with people.

Two days have already passed. Today is the day when the Qianyan Army, the commander-in-chief, will hold a competition at the time, place, and candidates specified by him.

After all, the matter was initiated by others, but the subsequent direction and everything else would never go as the other party wanted, otherwise the Qianyan Army would no longer be the Qianyan Army.

In the room in the courtyard, Shounuo looked at the handsome young man in front of him and said solemnly: "Don't feel pressured, just show your normal state. Since the commander has specifically asked you to fight, you should show your momentum!"

Iwakawa interrupted, "That's right. We also need to show the momentum of everyone in Qianyan Police. It would be best if we could knock them down with one punch!"

Su Ping smiled awkwardly and said, "If I could knock them all down with one punch, there would be no need for these martial arts competitions."

"It's just an exaggerated metaphor. Anyway, those unscrupulous people are the best at this. It's not impossible for me to borrow it and use it." Iwakawa folded his arms and laughed.

Su Ping chuckled and said, "It's probably impossible to knock him down with one punch, but it's still possible to knock him down."

Shounuo said, "Go when you are ready. I will give you a toast to celebrate your success tonight."

"Do we have the final say on the start time?" Su Ping asked with a raised eyebrow.

Shou Nuo nodded and said, "Of course, our commander also said that if you don't start, no one can urge you. With him personally guaranteeing you, who dares to act rashly?"

Su Ping's smile widened, and he put his hand on the door. "Then I'll go first. After I beat them, I'll go back and drink the wine that Brother Shounuo prepared."

"Haha, well said, this is our Liyue man!" Iwakawa's eyes were blazing, and he clenched his fist and swung it with great force.

Shounuo didn't react that much, but when he saw the young man step out of the door, his eyes were full of excitement and some emotion.

As for Su Ping, he walked out of the room and went to the center of the courtyard where all the martial arts gym owners were sitting and the others were standing. The young man's face was expressionless, as calm as a well, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Su Ping looked around and counted the number of people coming to the martial arts hall. Then he raised his head slightly, shielded the sunlight with his hands, and spoke softly.

"I'm sorry to have kept you martial arts masters and martial arts practitioners waiting for a long time. Unfortunately, there are not enough houses in the yard to share, so I can't let the guests hide from the sun together. I'm really sorry."

Although he said this, Su Ping looked calm, and he did not bow or clasp his fists. Instead, he stood straight. Anyone could tell that this was just a casual remark.

There is nothing that can be done about it. The incident was instigated by someone at the martial arts school, but the location was chosen by the Qianyan Army, and it was the commander-in-chief's golden words. They have to endure it no matter how dissatisfied they are. Even if this is not the case, they have to speak politely to the Qianyan Army.

One of the masters stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Su... You are joking. We warriors are not weak, so it is not a big deal to bask in the sun. However, many of our fellow disciples have gathered here to compete with Mr. Su. May I start?"

"Didn't our commander say that I will be the only one to decide when to start? Why are you so impatient now and want to start as soon as possible?" Su Ping would not tolerate those guys who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to become famous.

Anyway, he has the commander as his backing. Moreover, as a member of the Qianyan Army, he cannot be nice and kind to a gang that he cannot easily deal with secretly, which would lose his prestige.

The man gritted his teeth slightly, but as the owner of the hall he was still relatively calm. He stopped the disciples behind him with a look, then put on a smile and hurriedly explained.

"Mr. Su, why are you so serious? I am just asking a question. Since Mr. Su doesn't want to start now, then we will just wait."

"I didn't say not to start now. Which martial arts school are you from?" Su Ping stared at the middle-aged owner and asked.

"I am from Hengyao Sect..."

"So you're from Hengyao Sect. Does that mean your first disciple is the one who stole someone's lover?" Su Ping sneered mercilessly. After all, this matter was most likely instigated by the martial arts school.

The first disciple of Hengyao Sect was hurt by these words and his breathing tightened. No one noticed the ruthlessness in his calm eyes. He stared at the young man in the field, clasped his fists and shouted.

"Mr. Su, please explain clearly that I am only pointing out the way for that woman, and I am not a thief who steals what is good for her."

"That's your business. It has nothing to do with me. There's no need to explain what happened now. Anyway, the first disciple of their Golden Dragon Sect has also gone in now."

Su Ping said, and then asked: "Have any warriors from the Golden Dragon Gate come?"

An old man with gray hair stood up and clasped his fists respectfully, "Golden Dragon Gate is here, thank you Mr. Su for your concern."

Su Ping glanced at the man, then remained silent, as if he had nothing to say to him. He did not speak until one of the martial arts school disciples could no longer hold back and took a step forward.

"Since I decide when to start, I should also decide the rules, right?"

"It's all up to you, sir." It was the Hengyao Sect's leader who spoke up. The opinions of other martial arts schools were not important. After all, he was the only one in power at the moment and dared to speak out.

"Don't call me sir. I am no longer a Confucian scholar, so I don't deserve the title of sir. You can either call me by my first name or use another title.

Hmm... you say, should I let you guys come one by one and I start from the beginning? Or should I just let everyone come together?" Su Ping smacked his lips and said with a distressed look: "This is a big problem!"

As soon as the words fell, there was an immediate uproar. Although the martial arts disciples were not very noble on weekdays, at least the audience below the stage gave them face. Now they were repeatedly ridiculed, how could they bear this anger.

And those first disciples, each of them relied on their skills, were usually loved by the master of the martial arts school, and were treated like stars by the audience. They had never been humiliated like this before, and they immediately got angry, and rushed up to start a fight.

"Everyone, be quiet!" The head of Hengyao Sect shouted, then his face was gloomy and he clasped his fists and said, "Sergeant Su will make the decision. We will not argue."

Su Ping said with a hint of something, "The owner has a really loud voice. They stopped as soon as he shouted. I almost didn't dare to move."

The leader of Hengyao Sect said nothing, but clasped his fists again, sat back in his seat, and waited for the competition to begin.

In the center of the courtyard, Su Ping, who was the center of attention at this moment, thought for a moment, then smiled slowly and said, "I have already beaten the first disciple, so ordinary disciples should not join in the fun, and fight according to the level of the first disciple.

Don't send them one by one, that would be too much trouble. There are thirty-seven martial arts schools here, so send your thirty-six disciples. Or if the head of the Golden Dragon School has a disciple that he thinks has good martial arts skills, you can send him up!"

Everyone exclaimed, some were shocked, some were disdainful, and some were ready for battle. The atmosphere was a little tense for a moment. The disciples in the martial arts hall looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.

All those senior disciples clenched their fists, their faces showing anger that they could not hide. They were determined to teach this ignorant young man a lesson.

The head of Hengyao Sect looked meaningfully at the direction of Jinlong Sect and said, "Sergeant Su is asking you, is there any disciple worthy of being the first disciple? If not, don't waste everyone's time and make Sergeant Su wait too long!"

The head of the Golden Dragon Sect clasped his fingers tightly on the armrests of his chair, but did not refute. He said gently, "I have another favorite disciple who can go to fight!"

The head of Hengyao Sect nodded slightly, then looked at the young man in the field, "Let's do as Sergeant Su said, all the first disciples come forward together."

Su Ping raised his lips and added, "If you fall out of the yard and lose the ability to stand up, it will be considered a failure. This is the rule for you and for me. It's up to you whether you use swords, guns, sticks, fists or feet."

After saying that, Su Ping raised his right hand, hooked his fingers slightly, and waited for these people to rush over.

"Sergeant, be careful!" He was the chief disciple of some martial arts school. He wanted to take the initiative, so he rushed forward with a long sword in hand.

The long sword flashed with cold light. When it approached Su Ping, the first disciple's hands burst into power. When the long sword was swung, there was a whistling sound, and the move of cutting in half looked really impressive.

But stage kung fu is, after all, only for performance. It may look powerful and majestic, but it is still just a show and cannot compare to that of a real martial artist.

Facing the genuine long sword that was coming to cut him in the waist, Su Ping had no intention of turning over to dodge. Instead, he stretched out his hand and pressed on the handle of the long sword to block the incoming attack.

Then he clenched his free left hand into a fist and delivered a swift blow. Then he loosened his right hand that was gripping the knife handle, and the first disciple fell to the ground without even having time to let out a scream.

Su Ping's attack was too fast, as swift as thunder, and others did not expect that he would take the knife and counterattack directly. Unlike ordinary people, one should dodge fists and feet against weapons first and then wait for an opportunity to counterattack.

Therefore, the two first disciples who followed that person's footsteps and rushed to the front were slightly stunned, and then quickly cooperated to fight the enemy.

One of them was holding a round stick. He was proficient in all kinds of martial arts moves and had body movement skills, so he moved back and forth to confuse Su Ping's attention.

The other man held a three-foot-long green sword, and his sword moves were also super-fast. He would wait for the right opportunity and strike out with the sword, which would surely draw blood.

The two had good ideas and their cooperation was flawless, but when faced with Su Ping, who was an unreasonable person, if he was not a true martial arts master, any exquisite cooperation would be nothing more than a trick.

Su Ping's expression changed slightly, and he took the lead in attacking, kicking the man holding the stick sideways. The man was sent flying backwards without any resistance and fell into the crowd in the martial arts hall.

At this time, another sword came immediately, aiming at Su Ping's arm. This tactic of changing the target and then severely damaging the opponent reminded him of the helpless days.

He immediately retracted his legs at an extremely fast speed, dodged the sword by leaning sideways, punched the man on the bridge of his nose, and then kicked him out with a whip kick, which was barely caught by several of his fellow disciples, who lost consciousness.

Su Ping snorted coldly, "Didn't we say we would come together? Why are there only these three?"