Chapter 2209 - 2206: Don’t Do Anything Foolish

Chapter 2209: Chapter 2206: Don’t Do Anything Foolish

"Mr. Huang, how are you, are you okay?" Hou Xinchang asked insincerely.

The fatty kept shaking his hand, exclaiming, "You... What kind of skill is this? It pains me a lot."

Hou Xinchang was dumbfounded, just a little pain? What is this fatty made of?

Lin Tian chuckled, "I finally understand why generals in ancient portraits are often fatties; their resilience is unusually strong."

Of course, Lin Tian knew that those generals weren’t really obese, but robust, with broad shoulders and strong frames; it’s just their physique. Modern strongmen are similar, appearing large and cumbersome, lacking muscle definition, but those muscle-bound fitness enthusiasts can’t withstand a punch from them.

Hou Xinchang’s eyes brightened, and he suddenly charged forward, taking advantage of Huang Xiaopang’s distraction from waving his hand to launch another attack, his knife hand aiming straight for the fatty’s heart.

While the fatty’s resilience is high, an Ancient Martial Artist can transfer power to the internal organs, Hou Xinchang aimed to strike at the fatty’s heart vital point.

Huang Xiaopang raised his hand to block, his large palm instantly stopping the knife hand, and with his other hand, he swung a punch. The fatty’s fist was as large as a cooking pot, carrying a sense of pressure as it swung.

Hou Xinchang quickly raised his hands in defense, and with a thud, he was sent flying back by the fatty’s immense force, almost stumbling upon landing.

Huang Xiaopang took large strides forward, about to continue his attack. Hou Xinchang quickly gestured, "Stop, we’ve compared fists and kicks, let’s compare weapons."

The fatty was unaware that his opponent was stalling for time to recover and simply nodded earnestly, "Alright, let’s compare weapons then."

"This damned fatty probably has no clue he’s being played with," someone commented, shaking their head in disappointment.

"It’s frustrating to watch, if it were me, I’d have taken him down in one go," impatient individuals couldn’t bear it.

"Sister, people outside can’t give directions, but shouting for them to wrap it up should be fine, right? Lin Tian shouted for Fatty to take action earlier, that wasn’t against the rules," Xiao Manxuan recalled something and asked.

Miss nodded and said, "It’s possible, just depends on Lin Tian’s intentions?"

Saying this, she looked at Lin Tian, and the other beauties also watched him. Lin Tian squinted at Hou Xinchang in the arena, speaking after a while, "I feel something’s off, let’s let Fatty attack first and see if he forces out his opponent’s true colors."

"True colors? What’s Hou Xinchang hiding?" Xiao Manxuan didn’t quite understand.

"Whether he’s hiding something will be clear shortly," Lin Tian said calmly.

The two in the arena each took out their weapons, Hou Xinchang with a Tang Sword, Huang Xiaopang with Kanglong Double Maces.

"Here I come!" Hou Xinchang shouted as if giving a warning, but just after the word "I," he was already attacking—another trick to divert attention.

The Tang Sword came down straight from above, like in a battlefield, splitting through enemy’s heavily armored warhorses and cavalry, carrying a bloody aura.

Fatty, upon hearing his words, thought he had time before the attack based on the shout. Who knew the attack was immediate, forcing Fatty to hastily raise his Kanglong Mace.

With a resounding clang, the force of the slash was immense, strong enough to split heavy armor. If not for the Kanglong Mace’s strength, his weapon would’ve been cut in half, along with him.

But despite blocking, the sheer force still bent his body and cracked the stone underfoot.

"Heh..." Hou Xinchang suddenly revealed a sly smile, swiftly kicking out, aiming for the fatty’s foot. As it neared the heel, a sharp blade suddenly emerged from Hou Xinchang’s toe.

The blade was like a scythe, kicking out and pulling back, resembling harvesting wheat as it targeted the fatty’s heel. The heel contains vitally important tendons and ligaments, which, if severed, could render the foot useless.

Lin Tian squinted, holding a coin ready to flick at any moment.

But Fatty didn’t disappoint; in the nick of time, his massive body managed to move agilely, shifting half a step to narrowly dodge the blade, which ended up slicing open his pants.

"You sneak attack me with dirty tricks, you’re no good!" Huang Xiaopang, with a simple mind, deemed Hou Xinchang’s actions as sneaky, thus not upright.

"Fatty, he’s Japanese!" Lin Tian suddenly shouted.

"Japanese?" Fatty froze for a moment, as did many in the audience, bewildered by the sudden mention of a Japanese.

Hou Xinchang’s expression drastically changed, his gaze becoming gloomy. His left hand abruptly reached behind his waist, swiftly drawing a short knife; this knife wasn’t a straight blade but had a sharp curve.

Following the direction of the draw, Hou Xinchang swung up from below with the knife—a sword drawing technique quick and covert, executed during Fatty’s moment of shock.

"Die!" Hou Xinchang uttered viciously, slashing at Huang Xiaopang’s belly.

A sword drawing technique isn’t used lightly, and when it is, it’s meant to be a lethal strike!

That’s the essence of the sword drawing technique, but Huang Xiaopang wasn’t an ordinary fatty. He swiftly retracted his belly, his general-like gut pulling back, as if vanishing postpartum.

The short knife wasn’t long, with its blade skimming past Huang Xiaopang’s clothes without even slicing the fabric.

Hou Xinchang missed his strike, his other hand’s Tang Sword alternated in thrust. The fatty’s small eyes widened as he crossed his Kanglong Mace, causing the metal ring at the root to spin wildly, emitting a buzzing resonating wave. 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

Huang Xiaopang swung his Kanglong Mace, smashing at the Tang Sword, with a series of snaps, the sharp sword shattered into pieces, leaving only the hilt in Hou Xinchang’s hand.

Hou Xinchang was visibly startled, and Fatty struck again, his vibrating Kanglong Mace smashing toward Hou Xinchang’s short knife. Fatty was overly kind, not hitting his opponent in the head directly; with another series of crisp snaps, the short knife shattered as well.

This scene stunned everyone, with the Kanglong Mace proving mightily powerful, effortlessly shattering the opponent’s weapon. Hou Xinchang reacted, kicking out, the toe blade popping back out again.

Fatty glanced dismissively, sweeping his leg out as well, his leg far longer than Hou Xinchang’s, and although delayed, it hit Hou Xinchang in the belly first, sending him flying. He traced an arc through the air, landing and rolling several times.

His rolling brought him close to Lin Tian’s position, Hou Xinchang clutched his belly and swiftly stood up, scanning Lin Tian’s direction.

Lin Tian noticed this gaze, internally sneering, casually saying, "Don’t do anything foolish."

Hou Xinchang clearly didn’t heed the warning, rolling to the ground before leaping to Lin Tian’s face, Lin Tian almost flicked the coin but noticed Hou Xinchang’s target wasn’t Xiao Manxuan nor Yun Xiaotian, but himself.

I told you not to do anything foolish, Lin Tian was speechless, retracting the coin, letting Hou Xinchang draw a dagger and place it by his throat. Miss and Ling Shuiyao also didn’t intervene, allowing Hou Xinchang to "kidnap" Lin Tian, even showing a hint of pity in their eyes.

"No one moves, his life is in my hands. If anyone makes a move, his head will roll!" wielding a hostage, Hou Xinchang’s confidence surged, viciously scanning the Ancient Martial Artists in the arena.