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n268 Why Not Kneel?

nLiu Wenyuan had wanted to test his apprentice’s judgment, but he didn’t expect to attract so much resistance.

nHe immediately took a step forward and cupped his hands at the crowd.

n“This is only my disciple’s opinion. Perhaps it can’t be compared to everyone’s insight. I hope everyone can forgive us!”

nAt this moment, someone whispered a few words into Yan Mengtang’s ear.

nWhen Yan Mengtang looked at Liu Wenyuan again, his gaze became more serious.

n“So you’re Liu Wenyuan, the one who fought a bloody battle in Jiangdong?”

nLiu Wenyuan cupped his fists at him. “Yes, I am.”

nYan Mengtang nodded slightly.

n“Although I admire your strength and character, your disciple has spoken arrogantly many times. If I don’t punish him, it would be a little unreasonable, right? Just let him watch the battle from the audience stands outside.”

nLiu Wenyuan didn’t give in. “The result is not out yet. How do you know my disciple is wrong?”

nThe moment he said that, he once again attracted the hatred of everyone present.

n“What does he mean by that? Does he also think that Senior Brother Fang will lose?”

n“Like disciple, like master. You’re both short-sighted.”

n“I’ve heard of Liu Wenyuan’s name before, but I’m greatly disappointed to see him today.”

n“I really doubt whether his bloody battle in Jiangdong was true or not.:

n“I’m also a little suspicious. How could he defeat the experts of the Seven Kingdoms with such a level of vision?”

n“I guess it’s just rumors? It’s really not as good as its reputation!”

nHearing the crowd’s complaints about Liu Wenyuan…

nYan Mengtang also stared at him with some displeasure. “Mr. Liu, are you really going to risk your reputation for a child who speaks without thinking?”

nLiu Wenyuan looked him in the eye. “I’m willing to take responsibility for my disciple’s words. If Fang Yiming wins in the end, I’m willing to kneel down and apologize to everyone.”

nThe originally excited crowd immediately fell silent.

nLiu Wenyuan’s bet was no small matter.

nHe had a certain reputation in the martial arts world.

nIf it wasn’t for the fact that he had been living in seclusion for the past few years and didn’t really care about the martial arts world…

nHis prestige would definitely be even higher.

nToday, he was also qualified to sit on the sofa.

nIf such a person was willing to kneel and apologize to them, it would probably be worse than killing him.

nWhat else could they say?

nYan Mengtang nodded. “Alright. If Fang Yiming is defeated, I’m willing to apologize to your disciple in public.”

nLiu Wenyuan turned his head to look at the ring and let out a long sigh.

n“I wish Fang Yiming can win and restore the dignity of the Chinese martial arts world. If that’s the case, why should I, Liu Wenyuan, not kneel?”

nEveryone was moved.

nThey all turned their gazes back to the ring.

nAt this moment, Fang Yiming launched another round of attacks.

nAnd it was even more intense than the last time.

nBut just like what Ye Feng had said…

nThe previous time, it was because Duan Jiangliu had underestimated his enemy that Fang Yiming managed to find a loophole.

nAt this moment, Duan Jiangliu was paying attention.

nIt was impossible for Fang Yiming to replicate his previous success.

nThe two of them had only exchanged two moves.

nFang Yiming was caught by Duan Jiangliu’s weak point in his defense and was kicked in the chest.

nShua, shua, shua…

nFang Yiming took a few steps back.

nHe spat out a mouthful of blood.

n“Ah…”

nThe audience that was originally cheering immediately exclaimed.

n“Fang Yiming, be careful!”

n“Don’t worry. Fang Yiming is the number one genius in Zhonghai City. He won’t lose.”

n“That’s right. He was just careless just now. He’ll immediately launch a counterattack.”

n“Japanese, wash your neck and die!”

nJust as everyone was cheering…

nFang Yiming attacked again.

nThis time, it was even worse.

nJust as he rushed up, before he could do anything, his defense was broken by Duan Jiangliu.

nWith a back throw, he landed heavily on the ground.

nPfft…

nFang Yiming spat out a mouthful of blood.

nDuan Jiangliu didn’t take the chance to attack either.

nInstead, he looked down at him. “Admit defeat and I won’t kill you.”

nFang Yiming smiled.

nHe crawled up from the ground with difficulty.

n“Again!”

nAfter he finished speaking, he rushed toward Duan Jiangliu again.

nDuan Jiangliu did not show any mercy.

nHe immediately kicked him.

nIt landed heavily on his face.

nFang Yiming drew an arc in the air and landed heavily on the ground.

nHe was dying.

nDuan Jiangliu looked at him with a grave expression. “I really don’t want to kill you. Just admit defeat.”

nThe live audience couldn’t take it anymore.

nThey all shouted.

n“Stop fighting, just admit defeat.”

n“Yeah, if you continue, you’ll die.”

n“Isn’t it just a competition? A loss is a loss.”

n“That’s right. As long as there’s life, there’s hope. Go back and practice. Come back for revenge in the future.”

n“Hurry up and admit defeat, I’m begging you.”

nAmidst the cheers of the crowd…

nFang Yiming struggled a few times.

nHe finally got up from the ground.

nBut he had no strength to stand up again.

nHe just knelt on the stage.

nHis originally delicate and pretty face had become distorted.

nBlood mixed with saliva flowed out of his mouth.

n“Again… Come!”

nHe stared at Duan Jiangliu and spoke weakly.

nDuan Jiangliu’s face revealed deep respect as he bowed slightly to him.

n“You are a warrior worthy of respect. Fang Yiming, I will remember your name.”

nAfter he finished speaking, he directly smacked his head.

nPfft…

nFang Yiming spat out another mouthful of blood.

nHis gaze became unfocused.

nPlop!

nHe fell onto the stage.

nBlood flowed across the arena.

nIt was particularly eye-catching.

nThe No. 1 genius of the martial arts world in Zhonghai City had fallen.

nThis was the first Chinese martial artist to die in Duan Jiangliu’s trip to China.

nIt was also the first time that he felt a sense of deep respect.

nFrom Fang Yiming, Duan Jiangliu could see the glory of the martial dao that China once had.

nBut today…

nThis kind of glory had long become the afterglow of the setting sun.

nFor a martial artist like this, who was truly hot-blooded…

nIt was already a rare sight!

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