Chapter 35 I dug, I dug again

  The half-length long knife bounced back and rose into the air, spinning as it flew out more than ten steps away, weakly inserting itself into the mud and shaking.

  The classmates who were cheering loudly for Liu Xiu's counterattack suddenly let out a cry of surprise and then fell silent collectively.

  Lu Zhi and others were stunned by the sudden reversal of the battle, and they were also intimidated by Liu Xiu's fierce will to fight. Li Ding, who had begun to worry about Yan Rou, let out a sigh of relief and subconsciously patted his chest with his hand.

  Mao Jie and A Chu covered their mouths at the same time, afraid that they would cry out.

  Yan Rou slowly let out a breath, revealing a smile, preparing to end this somewhat inexplicable match. He still didn't understand why Liu Xiu, who was so weak before, suddenly burst forth with such great fighting strength, instantly forcing him back step by step. Now he understood - Liu Xiu's power was just too great, and in the face of his brute force, Yan Rou had been unprepared, immediately losing his footing.

  But now everything has come to an end, Liu Xiu is left with only half a war knife in his hand, and he also has only one shield that is about to break into four or five pieces. This battle can no longer continue, whether he likes it or not, both sides can only shake hands and make peace.

  One win and one draw, still won by myself.

  Yan Rou no longer had the mind to compete with Liu Xiu, he just wanted to end this trial like this. As a hero who roamed the grasslands alone, there was no need for him to fight fiercely with a young man, this was not his purpose in coming to Mao Zhuang.

  Yan Rou put on a polite smile, took a step back, clasped her hands together, and prepared to greet Liu Xiu.

  However, Liu Xiu obviously didn't have such an idea. He just looked at the broken knife in his hand with some surprise, and then made the most direct reaction, throwing away the broken knife as if he had thrown away a troublesome restraint, and then took a big step forward, using the move he was most familiar with, which he called Black Tiger's Heart-Grabbing Step Punch.

  With a swift step, a twist of the waist, and a punch! The three movements were executed in one breath, the fist carrying a whistling sound, heavily smashing onto Yan Rou's shield that had just been raised.

  "Heart of Black Tiger!" Liu Xiu let out a strange howl.

  With a loud crash, Yan Rou, who was caught off guard, felt as if he had been struck by a wild bull. His body, which had just stood up straight, didn't even have time to retreat or defend itself before it flew backward. The shield shattered into several pieces, and the fragments danced in front of him. Yan Rou's eyes widened in terror as he stared at the flying wood chips and Liu Xiu, who was charging towards him like a furious tiger, his anger boiling over once again.

  "I've got it!" Liu Xiu struck with one blow, without any pause, and immediately changed direction. His left fist fiercely struck Yan Rou's abdomen, which was exposed and unprotected. With a loud "thud", the blow hit its mark, causing Yan Rou to see stars, her body bending forward as she flew backward at an accelerated speed.

  "I'll do it again!" Liu Xiu's mind was clear, the three consecutive punches he had practiced for over a decade flowed out like water rushing down a mountain valley, his feet moved swiftly, and surprisingly, he was even faster than Yan Rou's body flying backwards. He hit Yan Rou's chest once more.

  Yan Rou's head jerked back, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he flew backward three steps, crashing to the ground with a loud "thud". This fall left him dizzy and disoriented, unable to grasp his shattered shield. The intense pain in his chest and abdomen made him curl up, clutching at his legs, and arch his back, wrapped in his blood-soaked cloak, like a giant prawn thrashing about on the ground.

  Liu Xiu's anger was not yet spent, and he chased after him, lifting his leg to kick. His demeanor was like that of an enemy meeting, refusing to back down until the other party was dead. Mao Zong was so frightened that he let out a loud cry and rushed forward to hug Liu Xiu's waist, shouting loudly: "Desist, De Ruan!"

  Yan Rou's guard roared and drew his long knife, taking a swift step forward to shield his master.

  "Get out of the way, let me kick him a couple more times, this dead traitor!" Liu Xiu shouted wildly as he struggled to get past and kick Yan Rou two more times. Mao Zong gritted his teeth and summoned all his strength, but was still dragged by Liu Xiu and couldn't stand firm, his feet scraping out two shallow trenches in the muddy ground.

  "Halt!" Wu Junhou also shouted out loud, rushing over like a gust of wind, letting out a loud roar, stretching out his hand to grab Liu Xiu's high-flying fist.

  Seeing Wu Junhou, Liu Xiu suddenly let out a loud snort, like a mad cow, and came to his senses. He had just been ravaged by Wu Junhou for almost an hour, and he still had some lingering fear of this face.

  "How did you... come?" Liu Xiu asked in confusion after regaining his composure.

  "Are you crazy? Do you want to beat him to death?" Wu Junhou's face turned bright red as he bellowed: "This is a test, not an enemy to be killed!"

  Liu Xiu was taken aback, looked down at Mao Zong's small face which had turned purple from being choked, and realized that he might have overdone it earlier. He awkwardly smiled for a moment, pried open Mao Zong's hands, rubbed his head, and chuckled foolishly: "He...he isn't a traitor, is he?"

  Wu Junhou was at a loss for words, and didn't have time to explain to him. He turned around and walked in front of Yan Rou, bent down and hugged Yan Rou in his arms, softly calling out: "Zi Yu?"

  Yan Rou, who had closed her eyes in pain, suddenly froze, twitched the corners of her eyes twice, slowly opened them, and scanned Wu Jun Hou's face twice before suddenly widening her eyes and shouting: "Is it you?"

  "It was me." Wu Junhou looked like a child who had been caught red-handed, nodding repeatedly: "Zi Yu, it's me. Don't get angry first, let me take a look at your injuries."

  "I don't want your concern." Yan Rou suddenly sat up, pushed away Wu Junhou with a wave of her hand, and spat out a mouthful of blood, but didn't bother to wipe it off. She looked around, snatched the knife from the guard's hand, and hacked at Wu Junhou while shouting in a hoarse voice: "Dunwu, I'll kill you, you beast!"

  Liu Xiu was stunned, what's going on here? He looked at Wu Junhou with a guilty face and then at Yan Rou with red eyes, like a madman. He thought to himself that these two people really have a grudge against each other. No wonder Wu Junhou didn't dare see Yan Rou before. But... since he didn't dare see her, why did he rush out just now? And looking at his concerned expression for Yan Rou, it seemed like he was worried about Yan Rou as much as he was worried about himself.

  Everyone was stunned like Liu Xiu. Li Ding and Lu Zhi looked at each other, both seeing doubt in the other's eyes. Mao Qin had already stood up, looking helplessly at Yan Rou who was vomiting blood while chasing and killing Wu Junhou, and Wu Junhou himself who was in a desperate situation.

  "Zi Yu!" Wu Junhou suddenly accelerated, and with a flash of his body, he charged forward, colliding into Yan Rou's embrace. With his left hand, he snatched away Yan Rou's battle knife, and with his right hand, he chopped open Yan Rou's neck. Yan Rou's eyes rolled back, and she softly fell into Wu Junhou's arms.

  "Let go, let go." Wu Junhou didn't care what others thought, and he picked up the unconscious Wu Junhou and rushed into the Zhuangzi, shouting loudly as he walked: "Young Master Zhuang, quickly find a doctor to save him!"

  Mao Zong was taken aback for a moment, then hastily responded with a "yes" and turned to arrange for someone to find a doctor, while he himself followed Wu Junhou as they rushed off.

  Everyone gathered around, looking at the departing Wu Junhou, then at Liu Xiu who was shrouded in mist, their eyes gradually burning with excitement, and they asked in unison: "De Ran, we didn't expect that you, this kid, would be so fierce."

  "Awesome, so cool!"

  "Alright, you can give us some face now."

  "It's not just that, if Bo Gu hadn't made a mistake and De Zhu hadn't exerted his authority, it wouldn't have been just the Mao family losing face, we would have lost face too."

  Liu Xiu didn't hear a word, what's going on here? What's the deal with Wu Junhou anyway?