Super System in the Early Tang Dynasty

Chapter 209 Martial Arts

My biological clock is completely reversed...

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When Old Man Luo saw these strong, muscular men moving in unison, after his initial surprise subsided, what surged forth was a long-accumulated and even more intense fighting spirit!

He was, after all, a battlefield general, a descendant of the Luo family, which had produced a formidable figure like Luo Shixin. He had no scheming or plotting; he simply knew to fight back!

Old Man Luo's aura soared to the heavens, his fighting spirit reaching the sky. Dozens of strong men, all martial artists, sensed his aura and stared intently at him with piercing eyes.

Sensing the old man's powerful aura, these burly men, though terrified and their muscles stiff, were momentarily stunned and, before they could even think, formed a battle formation just as they had done in their usual practice.

Once the formation was in place, everyone suddenly remembered that the old man in front of them was a distinguished guest invited by their master. Immediately, the fear in their eyes disappeared, and their stiff and tense muscles relaxed.

Old Man Luo ignored the burly men who had formed a battle formation. His wide eyes, shining brightly, stared straight at the one-armed man in the lead.

He took a few big steps and arrived in front of the one-armed Zhao Laowu.

"It's rare to see such a hero! These old bones of mine haven't moved in a long time, and now they're itching to get moving!"

His voice was loud and clear, full of energy, completely unlike what he described as an "old man"! Judging from his agile movements and ox-like physique, his kung fu skills must be extraordinary.

Zhao Laowu had been itching to get his hands dirty for a while, and when he saw Li Xingzhi return, he decided to ask for a job that would allow him to get some exercise—even if it was just to 'manage the place' like the other brothers.

In the Li family mansion, life was indeed leisurely, a paradise for someone like Granny Wu, but for those who practiced martial arts and killed, it was no different from being in prison.

The only time Zhao Laowu could get some exercise was by disciplining his underlings, and even then, he couldn't act freely. Even so, as his men became increasingly slippery, opportunities were becoming harder to find.

Looking at the old man who exuded a murderous aura and imposing presence, Zhao Laowu thought to himself: Good!

His subordinate, however, was quick. He gestured and said, "In that case, we shall respectfully comply!"

The burly men nearby, hearing the contest between the two, knew there was going to be a good show and secretly cheered. They all said: If they could dampen the arrogance of this 'One-Armed Yama,' that would be even better.

These people have been tormented by Zhao Laowu, who has boundless energy and nowhere to vent it, for the past year! To this day, no one dares to look directly at Zhao Laowu, the 'King of Hell' whose strength is unknown.

They glanced at the one-armed giant in the arena out of the corner of their eyes, then turned their heads to look at Old Man Luo. Seeing that Old Man Luo had an imposing presence, but was still a size smaller than Zhao Laowu, with graying hair and beard, they immediately shook their heads in disappointment, clearly having given up hope.

Hearing that someone was fighting Zhao Laowu, the servants of the Li family, who had only ever seen Zhao Laowu bully others, also began to look around the martial arts arena, and more and more people gathered there.

Unlike the burly men, they all regarded Zhao Laowu as one of their own and hoped that he would take down that 'overconfident' old man on the other side.

"I wonder what kind of weapon you have, sir?" Zhao Laowu asked.

Old Man Luo didn't say anything. He walked past the place that Zhao Laowu had made way for and went directly to the row of weapons and equipment standing on the shelf opposite him.

He glanced around briefly, his eyes landing on a long spear in the middle. He took a step forward, grabbed it, and the spear was in his hand.

This spear is as tall as a person, forged entirely from fine iron, and probably weighs several tens of kilograms. The spearhead is silvery and shiny, covered with dense cloud patterns that shimmer with light, and the tip gleams with a cold, sharp light; a single glance at it would feel as if one were about to be pierced through.

Old Man Luo held the spear firmly in his hand, and with a jerk of his arm, the spear shook, and several silver flowers bloomed out of thin air, turning into a dazzling point of cold starlight.

"What a gun!"

Old Man Luo never expected that the long spear he casually picked up from the weapon rack would turn out to be such a rare and powerful weapon!

"You're going to pick one out and have a good fight," he said to Zhao Laowu.

Zhao Laowu shook his head and stretched out his hands, saying, "These two hands are the ones I like best."

Old Man Luo looked at the hand that Zhao Laowu had stretched out and found that not only was the arm much thicker than others, but the palm was also several sizes larger, and even the palm was covered with a thin layer of calluses.

Old Man Luo frowned. The saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger," and it was utterly unreasonable for him to use his long spear to bully someone unarmed. But giving up his spear put him in a dilemma—eighty percent of his skill lay in the spear; if he abandoned it, what was the point of the contest? He might as well just admit defeat. He wasn't arrogant enough to think he could defeat the one-armed giant with only twenty percent of his skill.

“Sir, there’s no need to be troubled. To me, this hand is the best weapon in the world!” Zhao Laowu understood as he saw Luo Laodie frowning.

"Since that's the case, I'll take advantage of this."

Old Man Luo was quite straightforward. Seeing Zhao Laowu say this, he stopped caring about anything else. He put one hand behind him and held the heavy spear horizontally with the other, without shaking or swaying. He calmed his mind and got into position, waiting for Zhao Laowu to attack.

Looking at the cold spear in Old Man Luo's hand, the burly men felt a surge of confidence for some reason. They all thought to themselves, "If we can curb the arrogance of this 'One-Armed Yama' who torments us every day, that would be wonderful!"

Seeing Luo Laodie's appearance, Zhao Laowu knew that he would definitely not attack first. He immediately let out a shout, gathered his breath, and a warm current rose from his waist. Power flowed through his whole body, as if he had endless energy. He took a step forward, covering three zhang. With a flick of his clothes and a jolt of his waist, he used his thick arms to transfer the force. His muscular and strong arms straightened instantly, his palms like knives, and he slapped the gun barrel from the side.

As the palm struck out, a series of explosions rang out in the air, and the binding short jacket broke apart in an instant, with half of the sleeve knot being directly shattered into fragments and powder, which fluttered down in the air.

At the same time, a wave of air surged out from the field, causing the evergreen leaves to rustle and the withered branches and trunks to creak.

The servants were startled by what they saw. Could it be thunder from the sky?

"Well done!"

A loud shout.

The spear in Old Man Luo's hand seemed to become an extended arm. With a slight movement of his shoulder, the spear shimmered with silver light, dodging Zhao Laowu's strike. Then, it thrust forward like a white dragon emerging from the abyss, aiming straight for Zhao Laowu's chest.

Zhao Laowu seemed not to see the ferocious white dragon. He focused his mind and stood on the Big Dipper, then withdrew his right hand and grabbed again, like a yellow brocade ribbon, directly binding the dragon's head!

The long dragon coiled and appeared, but sensing danger, it immediately sank back into the abyss, gathering its strength to strike again.

Zhao Laowu, however, pressed his advantage relentlessly, launching a fierce attack that was accompanied by a continuous series of explosions.

Seeing the fierce approach, Old Man Luo dared not fight head-on, nor did he dare let Zhao Laowu get close. He kept thrusting out his spear, circling the giant hand, waiting for the right moment to unleash his power and strike straight at the central courtyard!

By this time, the servants could no longer see the figures clearly, and the cold light seemed to pierce their bones. The sight made their eyes water and their bones ache, so they dared not look any longer.

Meanwhile, the dozen or so burly men were no longer concerned with who won or lost. Their eyes were wide and red, tears streaming down their faces, completely oblivious to the sight of the flashing palms and spears.

A series of explosions followed, accompanied by strange gusts of wind that swept through the front courtyard, shattering the bluestone slabs! (To be continued.)