Fantasy: I Am the Villain.

Chapter 50 The Battle of Shaoshi Mountain (Part 1)

A strong wind whipped up a cloud of yellow sand. The three brothers stood side by side, facing the clamoring crowd. Qiao Feng felt a surge of pride and raised his voice to the opposite side:

"Qiao Feng was born in the Central Plains and was nurtured by his mentor, Chief Wang Jiantong, which led him to where he is today. He has long considered himself a native of the Central Plains."

"Esteemed heroes and chivalrous figures, all renowned in the martial world, Qiao Feng cannot bear to fight you. Today, Qiao Feng has only come to rescue A Zi, so please refrain from causing trouble."

At this time, Qiao Feng still believed himself to be a man of the Central Plains, and even after being appointed as the Southern King of Liao by Yelü Hongji, he did not change his mind.

A subtle restlessness arose among the crowd opposite them. Over the years, Qiao Feng had become quite famous in the martial arts world, and not everyone hated or was hostile towards him.

However, there were also some people who harbored intense hatred for the Khitans of the Liao Dynasty, wishing they could kill every single Khitan to prove their own bravery.

So despite the slight commotion among the crowd, they did not disperse; instead, they tightened their encirclement even further.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade them, Qiao Feng gave a bitter smile and said to Duan Yu and Xu Zhu, "Today, it is Qiao Feng who has implicated you two brothers."

Duan Yu and his brother said urgently, "Brother, what are you saying? Today, the three of us brothers do not ask to live together, but only to die together. We do not believe that we will not be able to bring a bright and sunny sky to this world."

Leaving aside how brotherly and virtuous the three brothers were, Murong Fu was getting restless. He originally wanted to go to Dali to find a wife, but after hearing about the selection of the martial arts alliance leader at Shaoshi Mountain, he went up the mountain to take a look.

Seeing that Qiao Feng was now being pointed at by everyone, he thought to himself, "I have been working hard to restore my Yan clan. Today, with heroes rising up, isn't this a golden opportunity?"

He immediately leaped out and said loudly, "Hero Xiao, I am from the Murong clan of Gusu. I have long heard that you are as famous as Murong Fu, so I have come to see you."

When everyone saw Murong Fu jump out, they assumed he was also there to support Qiao Feng. Just as they were about to criticize him for the prestigious Suzhou family also siding with the Khitan,

But then Murong Fu changed the subject: "You are a Khitan hero, and just now you were so full of vigor that you looked down on the martial arts world of the Central Plains."

"I, Murong Fu, though unworthy, am willing to learn from your superior skills on behalf of the Central Plains martial arts world. If I fall short, it will be my duty to the Central Plains, and I will have no regrets!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the heroes immediately praised him, saying things like "The Murong clan has a worthy successor" and "Murong Fu is a man of noble character."

Although everyone wanted to kill Qiao Feng, no one wanted to be the first to make a move. After all, Qiao Feng was highly skilled in martial arts, and it would take more than a dozen people to die in the struggle to take him down.

Given this, why would they be willing to be the first to step forward, which is why they hesitated time and again? Now that Murong Fu has taken the lead, how could they not be pleasantly surprised?

People often say "Qiao Feng in the North, Murong in the South." Since the two are equally famous, their martial arts skills must be similar. Even if he is no match for him, he should be able to deplete his internal energy.

In comparison, people's opinion of Murong Fu naturally changed. Even though he was suspected of taking advantage of others' misfortune, it was only a minor fault and he had done nothing wrong in terms of righteousness.

Murong Fu was secretly pleased to see that winning people's hearts was quite effective, but at this moment Duan Yu interrupted everyone loudly.

"Young Master Murong, this is absolutely wrong! My elder brother has never had any grudge against you, how could you take advantage of him in his time of need?"

"Hmph! You little brat! The Khitan Liao dogs have a grudge against my Great Song Dynasty, how can you say we have no enmity?" Murong Fu was already dissatisfied with Duan Yu's constant clinging to Wang Yuyan, so of course he was not polite at all!

Duan Yu's face flushed red with anger as he pointed at Murong Fu, "How could you... how could you do this... such a disgrace to scholarship! Such a disgrace to scholarship!"

The onlookers, who had a good impression of Duan Yu because of his fair skin and red lips, burst into laughter when they heard him say that it was an insult to literature!

At that moment, a clear voice rang out. The voice wasn't loud, but it sounded as if it were speaking right next to everyone's ear, clear and distinct.

"It's utterly disgraceful to take advantage of someone's misfortune. Is it really so noble to do this for the martial arts world of the Central Plains? Just say you're trying to win people's hearts!"

Everyone turned around and saw another handsome young man, but he was holding his head and riding a horse recklessly, without any proper manners! It was Bai Ke who had finally arrived on horseback.

When Murong Fu realized that his purpose had been exposed, he was filled with shame and indignation when he saw that it was another young man. He immediately became so angry that his hair and beard bristled.

"You ignorant brat, what do you know? These Liao dogs have repeatedly invaded the borders of our Great Song Dynasty, and all you do is make a racket and insult people's reputations!"

Bai Ke chuckled, "Oh my god, you even deceive yourself! Fine, I happen to have some time today, so I'll have a debate with you!"

Bai Ke straightened up, propped his head up with his hand, and said to Murong Fu, "Since you say the Khitans invaded the border, where were you when the Khitans raided the border?"

Murong Fu's face stiffened. He had only said that to rally support for the greater good; how could he have known when the Khitans had knocked on the gates?

"Hmph, speechless now! I'll ask you again, since you hate the Khitans of Liao so much, why don't you join the Song border army instead of making things difficult for them?"

Murong Fu and those who had previously clamored to slaughter all the Khitan dogs were all red-faced. Those were just empty words; who would take them seriously?

Moreover, Murong Fu was only stirring up trouble to restore the Yan Kingdom; what did the lives of the Song Dynasty's border people have to do with him? Bai Ke's words left him speechless.

Just as the situation was at a stalemate, someone behind them said, "Little brat, you're spouting nonsense without even having grown your hair yet. Go back to your mother's breast milk!"

The man laughed lewdly as he spoke. Bai Ke's face turned cold, and he slapped his hand across the air, saying, "Shut up!"

When the man saw Bai Ke strike from a distance, he didn't take it seriously and drew a knife to slash at the palm wind that Bai Ke had unleashed.

However, with Bai Ke's physical attributes fused with the essence of the fire dragon, how could an unknown person possibly disperse the palm strike he unleashed? Instantly, his palm struck the man's chest squarely.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, plunged his knife into the ground, and staggered back a hundred and twenty paces before stopping. His face was pale and weak, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

Seeing the immense power of Bai Ke's single palm strike, everyone stared in astonishment at the lazy Bai Ke on horseback.

"Now, can you talk properly?" Bai Ke asked the crowd with a wicked smirk.

Those people naturally dared not answer, but only took a few steps back, no longer daring to speak rudely, for fear of angering this ruthless young man.

Seeing that no one answered, Bai Ke didn't mind. He gently spurred his horse and turned towards Qiao Feng and the other two.

Bai Ke dismounted, tidied his wind-blown hair, and laughed loudly at Duan Yu, who was staring at him in disbelief:

"Brother Duan, I once said that we would meet again. I wonder how you have been?"