I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Chapter 230 175: Rising to Fame (Part 2)

Under the public's watchful eyes, Guo Jian's face had turned as dark as it could get. At this moment, Lin Zhicheng's staff technique had reached its pinnacle, the staff shadows enveloping him like a canopy, impenetrable like water on a duck's back. Clearly, the staff technique this person had learned leaned towards defense. If he couldn't break through it, he would certainly be exhausted to death by it.

Lin Zhicheng's face was full of confidence. He was already certain that the opponent couldn't break his defense, and at this rate, the battle would definitely end in his victory.

Some bystanders had also noticed the problem. Qin Yuesheng was somewhat astonished by Lin Zhicheng's staff technique.

This was purely a turtle shell defense technique.

Suddenly, Guo Jian charged explosively, his dual sabers swirling as he crashed like lightning into the countless shadows of Lin Zhicheng's staff. Unlike before, Guo Jian used all his strength to fend off the staff shadows, successfully getting close to Lin Zhicheng, yet this was merely the beginning.

Lin Zhicheng immediately adapted, gracefully and skillfully aiming his staff right at Guo Jian.

Guo Jian was already exhausted. After blocking a few strikes, he made a slip and Lin Zhicheng's staff hit him on the head.

"Ugh!" The crowd exclaimed in shock at the move.

But just as it was about to hit Guo Jian, Lin Zhicheng suddenly pulled back, stopping the brass staff right before Guo Jian's forehead, sparing him from danger.

This kind of action is very damaging to the one pulling back. If the force is excessive and withdrawn forcibly, it can easily cause internal injuries. But to prevent injuring Guo Jian, Lin Zhicheng still chose to do so.

However, at this moment, taking advantage of Lin Zhicheng's pause, Guo Jian suddenly launched an attack, his dual sabers slashing straight toward Lin Zhicheng's chest.

Swish!

Two bloody marks instantly appeared on Lin Zhicheng's chest, and the wounds seemed quite deep. Guo Jian struck with ruthless intent.

The crowd erupted in an uproar.

This is despicable!

Had Lin Zhicheng not pulled back, Guo Jian would have already been beaten bloody and defeated. Yet, Lin Zhicheng's mercy did not win Guo Jian's surrender. Instead, Guo Jian aggressed, putting Lin Zhicheng at a disadvantage in an instant.

Perhaps people in Jianghu choose self-interest in times of crisis, but when they see such despicable behavior, they still choose to speak up for justice.

"Despicable scoundrel! You've already lost, so why don't you surrender quickly."

"Can't accept defeat, the other spares you, yet you don't know to back down, I spit!"

"What Mandarin Duck Sabers, just a waste and a scoundrel."

For a moment, words of disdain echoed everywhere, adding more pressure on Guo Jian.

Having already committed a despicable act, there was no turning back now. Today, he must win this duel.

Just as Lin Zhicheng was injured and Guo Jian quickly pressed his attack, a loud shout came from the second floor of the teahouse.

"Jianghu duels should stop at the point of contact."

A fan flew in with a spin, hitting the saber in Guo Jian's hand, causing it to drop instantly, and then the fan flew back.

This sudden turn of events instantly halted Guo Jian's attack, giving Lin Zhicheng a moment to catch his breath.

He glared angrily at Guo Jian and shouted, "You've already lost, must you be unable to accept it?"

Guo Jian looked at the knife on the ground, then at the surrounding people, feeling both anger and shame. His reputation was now truly tarnished.

"Gentlemen, though the Jiangnan Hundred Soldiers List is divided by victories and losses, it is not pretty to turn it into a fight to the death for a bit of fame." You should both stop here for today. The specifics of the situation will naturally be judged by the Celestial Secret City."

The crowd looked towards the voice and saw a young gentleman in fine clothes standing by the window on the second floor, smiling as he looked at everyone below while fanning himself.

It was none other than 'Carefree Fan' Murong Su.

Guo Jian glanced at him, gritting his teeth and quickly fled the inn, though he was upset at Murong Su for interrupting his attack, but, Murong Su's strength far surpassed his own.

His reputation was already ruined, staying here would only invite ridicule and contempt.

Lin Zhicheng hurriedly went up to thank him, "Thank you, Young Hero Murong, for your timely intervention."

"No need to be polite. You were the one who showed restraint first. Even if that one had won, it wouldn't have been a noble victory. I absolutely would not recognize his ranking," Murong Su declared resolutely.

His words immediately won the crowd's applause, and for a moment, cheers filled the air, with everyone praising Murong Su's chivalry.

Qin Yuesheng shook his head speechlessly; this person was adept at posturing.

With Lin Zhicheng's successful challenge, it was as if a fuse had been lit, making many others in the hall eager.

Rarely do so many masters from the Hundred Soldiers List gather in Yangzhou Prefecture; it's a golden opportunity to challenge them and test one's strength.

Just as Murong Su finished speaking, a petite man with an ordinary appearance stepped out from the crowd, shouting towards the second floor, "'Black Rakshasa' Qin Yuesheng, I know you are still on the second floor drinking tea, Xiaozhou Island's Ye Shuo wants to challenge you."

Just as one wave subsides, another rises. Hearing that someone else wanted to challenge the Jiangnan Hundred Soldiers List's ranking, everyone immediately got excited for another show to watch.

Upon hearing the name Black Rakshasa Qin Yuesheng, many people were initially unfamiliar. It was only after consulting the Hundred Soldiers List they carried that they realized who he was, feeling somewhat disappointed.

Ninety-ninth place, so low.