Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

After confirming that he could fight Yuan Ren, Fang Mao excitedly stared intently at Yuan Ren.

How could Ren Yuan not feel that gaze upon him? So he glared back without hesitation!

With that messy hair, what kind of thing are you!

"Lion King, go and sit down in a chair."

Old Buddha Wang gestured for Fang Mao to go on stage, and Fang Mao nodded. Then he said to Yang Batong:

"Left Envoy Yang, I entrust my brother's safety to you."

"Rest assured, Lion King, I, Yang, will do everything in my power to protect the leader's safety."

Yang Batong answered very seriously.

"Alright! I'm off!"

Having received Yang Batong's affirmative reply, Fang Mao no longer hesitated and turned to run towards the arena!

Every time this guy runs, he leaves a shallow footprint on the ground! This shows how skilled he is!

"Bah!"

As he approached the arena, Fang Mao let out a roar, then stomped his feet and leaped into the air, landing on the arena as well.

"Tch, what's the big deal about jumping that low?"

Ren Yuan glanced at Fang Mao with some disdain.

That's all the lightness skill you've got? Forget about comparing yourself to Shi Qian, I could easily beat you!

"Hey, you brat, what are you looking at?"

When Fang Mao saw that Ren Yuan showed no respect when he went on stage, but instead looked at him like he was an idiot, Fang Mao got angry.

"Who do you think you are, coming right up here?"

Ren Yuan stood up from his seat, pointed at Fang Mao, and said:

"I just beat up dozens of people, including some kind of flag leader, before I was able to sit here!"

"And you? You didn't do anything, you just came straight here! Can someone tell me what's going on? Did the Jiangnan Martial Arts Tournament pre-select the participants? What's the point of competing then?!"

Ren Yuan pointed at Fang Mao and spoke very bluntly, and in the end he even directly questioned the fairness and impartiality of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Tournament.

"You, you're talking nonsense?"

Fang Mao pointed at Ren Yuan and said loudly.

"I'm talking nonsense?"

Ren Yuan got really into it and shouted directly at the people in the audience:

"Everyone, come and judge for yourselves! Didn't this guy just rush up here as soon as he arrived? He didn't even fight in the arena, so why is he here? What kind of lousy martial arts tournament is this Ming Cult? Isn't it unfair?"

"Does that mean that all ten of these last positions, except for mine, are filled by members of the Ming Cult? What's the point of competing then?! Why don't you just choose from within the Ming Cult?!"

Ren Yuan's voice was very loud, and he used the lion's roar technique, so many onlookers heard him clearly.

This immediately caused an uproar among the people around.

"Hmm, that makes sense. That guy with messy hair just now definitely went straight up there."

"You know, there was also a Ming Cult deputy flag leader in the arena just now, but he was defeated by this big guy. If we follow his logic, wouldn't all ten seats originally belong to the Ming Cult?"

"Ah, then why call this the Jiangnan Martial Arts Conference? Why not just rename it the Ming Cult Conference?"

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It must be said that once the people realized what was happening, their enthusiasm for discussing it was unstoppable. In an instant, the gazes of the onlookers towards the Ming Cult were no longer as intense as before.

"Everyone be quiet!"

At this moment, Fang Mao on the stage stepped forward, gathered his energy in his dantian, and roared like a lion, suppressing the voices of the entire audience!

"This guy can roar like a lion?"

Ren Yuan frowned slightly. Fang Mao's lion's roar just now was powerful and powerful, and he should not be underestimated!

"I am Fang Mao, the Golden Lion King, one of the Dharma Protectors of the Ming Cult! I am one of the top masters in the Ming Cult! I believe I am qualified to sit in one of these ten positions. If any friends disagree, they are welcome to come up and fight!"

"Our Ming Cult is utmost in sincerity and impartiality! Upright and honorable! It would be best if those who utter these slanderous words took them back!"

"Tch, now that you've said that, who would dare come up?"

Ren Yuan looked at Fang Mao and said disdainfully.

"Then what do you mean? You're provoking my Ming Cult? You think you're so great?"

Fang Mao sneered, then bulged the muscles in his arms and clashed them together forcefully, producing a metallic sound once again.

"Iron Arm?"

Ren Yuan raised an eyebrow.

He had heard long ago that when Fang La first started his uprising in Jiangnan, he used the title of "Iron-Armed Vajra" as a gimmick to attract many people.

Legend has it that this Vajra has arms as hard as iron, impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire, so he doesn't need any weapons in battle.

Ren Yuan initially thought that this was just a gimmick, with iron plates wrapped inside the clothes. Later, after Tie Ta came up the mountain, Ren Yuan discussed this issue with him. Tie Ta told Ren Yuan that if the rumors were true, this Iron Arm Vajra was probably practicing the same Iron Arm Kung Fu as the armored warriors.

Because the Iron Tower lineage emphasizes hardening the entire body to the point of being as hard as iron, movement becomes very slow.

However, another lineage of people, in order to overcome this problem, specifically chose to use their hard skills to train only certain parts of their limbs, such as their arms, legs, or head. In this way, although the area of ​​defense is not as good as full-body defense, the speed is greatly improved.

Therefore, Iron Tower believes that the Iron-Armed Vajra who initially led Fang La's uprising must have practiced this skill.

Unexpectedly, after the Ming Cult was established, Iron Arm Vajra actually became the Lion King.

"Hey, brat, you said you just defeated dozens of people, including a deputy flag leader of my Ming Cult, to get to sit here, right?"

Fang Mao tapped his arm again and said to Ren Yuan:

"If I beat you down, does that prove I have the right to sit here?"

"Heh, you're giving me too much credit."

Ren Yuan sensed the provocation in Fang Mao's words. How could he possibly tolerate Fang Mao?

"Come on! Let's have a match! If you can beat me, I'll give you the first chair!"

Ren Yuan forcefully flung his hand, throwing his chair at Fang Mao!

The force with which Ren Yuan flung the chair was immense, sending it hurtling straight towards Fang Mao with a whooshing sound!

"Vajrapani!"

"Click..."

Fang Mao neither dodged nor flinched. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and channeled his inner energy. When the chair collided with his arms, it was actually shattered!

"Hmph, take this!"

But the broken seat was just a feint; the real killer move came from Ren Yuan behind him. He strode forward, took a lunge, twisted his waist, and threw a straight punch at the intersection of Fang Mao's arms!

"Boom!!"

The punch was very powerful, and the sound when it hit Fang Mao's arm was also very loud. At the same time, a huge reaction force came, and Ren Yuan took a step back, shook his fist, and the hemp rope on his arm had snapped!

Fang Mao staggered back two steps, the golden hoop on his arm vibrating, and his forearm, which had been hit in the front, was trembling slightly!

The two looked at each other again. Although their expressions were dismissive, they both had a new understanding of each other.

"What a magnificent appearance! Truly living up to its reputation!"

Ren Yuan said that the layout is indeed quite good.

"Is this Megatron really that strong? Then why wasn't there a single rumor about him among the outlaws of Jiangnan before?"

Fang Mao was more shocked than anything else. How could a country bumpkin have such martial arts skills?

The moment Ren Yuan threw his punch, Old Buddha Wang's pupils suddenly contracted!

Although the moves are not exactly the same, the rhythm of the force exertion, the speed and angle of the punches—this is Guanzhong Red Fist!

That invincible figure from back then flashed into the mind of Old Master Wang once again!

Wei Zhentian, Yuan Ren?

Yuan Ren, Yuan Ren, Ren...Ren, Ren Yuan?!

Ren Yuan?!

Suddenly, Old Buddha Wang looked up and stared intently at the person on the stage!

Well done, leader of Liangshan, you really have guts!