Chapter 2193 - 2190: Fight Back!

Chapter 2193: Chapter 2190: Fight Back!

Fatty Huang watched with his hair standing on end and sprinted away. As he ran, Situ Ruoling chased after him, her sword whip like a venomous snake, relentlessly pursuing him.

Don’t be fooled by Fatty Huang’s plump appearance; he wasn’t slow. He managed to keep the whip from catching up, leaving the audience dumbfounded.

"Hey, fatso, you’re here to duel, why are you running? Fighting like this, how long do you plan to keep it going?" shouted a spectator.

"Little Fatty, didn’t you say your dad asked you to fight seriously?" Ling Shuiyao called out.

"Oh right, I almost forgot." Fatty Huang seemed to have just remembered his father’s advice and abruptly stopped.

When he stopped, Situ Ruoling wasn’t about to halt too. Chasing after a fatty and failing to catch him had already left her feeling disgraced, not to mention the anger simmering inside her.

Seeing Fatty Huang stopping, she immediately whipped the sword whip at Fatty’s legs. Fatty Huang quickly swayed, narrowly dodging the perilous whip.

That seemingly cumbersome body, in evasion, exhibited an incredible lightness, being even more agile than the average person.

The whip struck the ground with a crack, carving out several ruts in the stone surface, showcasing the power of the whip’s blade. The audience marveled at Fatty’s agility while being startled by the whip’s lethality.

"Miss Situ, put away the whip, let’s have a proper duel. This whip is too dangerous; I’m afraid of injuring you." Fatty Huang quickly waved his hand and shouted.

But it would have been better if he hadn’t called out. That shout infuriated Situ Ruoling. She was from a prestigious family; did she need a Loose Cultivator disciple’s concession, particularly from such a simple, foolish fatty?

To her, Fatty Huang’s straightforward honesty seemed simple-minded.

Suddenly, she flicked her long whip, and the whip emitted a piercing whistle, transforming into countless whip shadows in mid-air, like innumerable venomous snakes, flicking their tongues as they encircled Fatty Huang.

This strike was full of wrath, and Fatty Huang had no retreat, about to be swept and sliced by the whip. Yun Xiaotian even turned his head, unable to watch the bloody scene, because being caught by the blades on the whip would surely leave the fatty shredded.

Fatty Huang stopped retreating. He shook his arms, and from each of his wide sleeves fell an object. Fatty grasped those objects with both hands, spinning them like windmills.

Crackling, clanging noises erupted, and the shadows of the whip vanished instantly. Situ Ruoling grunted, retreating several steps, while Fatty stood firm, grasping a rod-like object in each hand, unharmed.

"What’s... happening here?" The crowd voiced with confusion and doubts.

"The fatso actually forced Situ Ruoling back!"

Many hadn’t clearly seen what had just happened, unsure of how Fatty had made his move.

The Situ family members frowned because they were aware of Situ Ruoling’s capabilities, and understood the power of that whip-shadow move, yet it was countered by a Loose Cultivator.

Situ Ruoling looked at her whip, momentarily unable to understand what had happened. Fatty Huang didn’t press the advantage, obviously just defending himself.

Fatty Huang was holding items in his hands, long and bladeless, rectangular with four edges, segmented, bronze-colored.

"Fatty Huang’s weapon turns out to be dual maces!" Miss slightly surprised.

Lin Tian was also a bit surprised, actually, maces belong in the whip category, divided into soft whips and hard whips; Situ Ruoling was using a soft whip. Maces are similar to hard whips but with differences; iron whips are hexagonal, while maces are quadrilateral.

Maces don’t have the sharp edge of swords or knives, but they’re very heavy, a weapon of strength not meant for the weak.

"I’ve heard from my grandfather that in the Ancient Martial World, few people use iron whips and dual maces now, because these weapons lack the lethal sharpness of blades and are too heavy to perform some skillful ancient martial arts techniques."

"But if trained deeply, they’re incredibly powerful. I didn’t expect Fatty Huang to still practice dual maces." Ling Shuiyao was surprised.

"So, does this mean Situ Ruoling is about to lose? Doesn’t that mean the Situ family won’t get the first of their group?" Xiao Manxuan asked joyfully.

Lin Tian, however, frowned, shaking his head: "Not necessarily. Fatty is kind and honest; he won’t harm others easily. Even when Situ Ruoling humiliated him with a kick last time, he could laugh it off. You see he only defends, doesn’t attack. If this continues, he will still lose."

"Miss Situ, are you alright? My dual maces are a bit heavy, accidentally hurting someone." As expected, Fatty Huang was more concerned about his opponent.

Lin Tian knew he wasn’t trying to please or pursue Situ Ruoling. This fatty is the same with everyone.

However, such words backfired on Situ Ruoling; she felt the fatty was pitying her, sympathizing with her, which, to the proud Situ Ruoling, was a form of humiliation.

"I don’t need your pity!" Situ Ruoling gritted her teeth, flicked the long whip, and it suddenly became straight, retracting segment by segment into a longsword, with those blades forming the sword’s edge.

She slashed down with a sword, and Fatty Huang quickly raised his mace to block. With a clang and a shower of sparks, but he forgot this was a whip. Situ Ruoling shook the whip sword, bending it to slice toward his shoulder.

Fatty hurriedly adjusted his stance, his shoulder swaying, but the whip sword still fell, slashing his clothes and leaving a cut on his shoulder.

Luckily he dodged swiftly; his skin and flesh were thick, not reaching the bone. If it cut deeper, the scapula would have been severed, and his martial arts would have been crippled.

Fatty Huang touched the wound, his fingers dyed with blood, and couldn’t help but frown.

Lin Tian thought he would say something in anger, but what he said nearly made people collapse: "Miss Situ, if you want to hurt me, just hurt me, why ruin my clothes?"

Lin Tian covered his forehead, feeling powerless. This is the arena; you’re worried about your clothes, trying to humor your opponent to death?

Miss and several beauties rolled their eyes, defeated by this fatty.

Situ Ruoling wouldn’t hold back, pulled out that dagger, attached it to the whip head, greatly increasing the whip’s lethality. Without waiting for Fatty to speak, she started swinging the long whip again.

In the whip shadows, the dagger’s sharp edge loomed, like a lurking venomous sting, ready to deliver a lethal strike. This dagger was the prized possession of the sect, and Fatty Huang seemed unwilling to take it head-on, only dodging continuously.

And Situ Ruoling, taking advantage of the situation, kept attacking, and the arena saw another chase, but the whip didn’t wound the fatty.

Situ Yufeng noticed something, frowning, and lowly shouted: "Ruoling, finish this quickly!"

Situ Ruoling’s eyes flashed. With a whip shake, all the small knife blades flew out, swarming toward Fatty Huang. The flying knives were much quicker than a person, covering Fatty Huang and his escape path.

Amid these flying knives, the whip wove through, with the whip’s end being the sharp dagger.

Lin Tian frowned, shouted lowly: "Fatty, fight back for me!"

"Roar!" Hearing Lin Tian’s command, Fatty Huang let out a roar, lifting the maces, then smashed them down heavily onto the ground.

With a rumble, the ground trembled violently, the stone slabs instantly burst, with numerous shattered stones shooting out, colliding with the flying knives in mid-air.