Chapter 107: The Challenge Is About to Begin

In the blink of an eye, the time for the decisive battle between Guo Jing and Buriqodai arrived.

However, Guo Jing remained in seclusion and had not appeared.

Buriqodai, acting very arrogantly, set up a large dueling platform within Xiangyang City, and beside it, he constructed a viewing stand. He himself sat on the stand, looking down upon the people who came to watch, his face full of contempt.

Standing next to him were several burly men, each looking fierce and difficult to approach.

Huang Rong knew Guo Jing had not emerged from seclusion, but since the Mongol had already set up the platform, she had to go stabilize the situation first.

And Yu Xian followed closely beside her. If Guo Jing did not arrive, Yu Xian might need to step in.

Yu Xian was still dressed in a black brocade robe, appearing like a noble Young Master, looking as if he wouldn’t know Martial Arts and was merely there to join the excitement.

Many people in Xiangyang City who recognized Huang Rong were surprised that she was accompanied by a noble Young Master instead of Guo Jing.

Although the news of Guo Jing and Huang Rong’s separation was already widely known, everyone was accustomed to associating Guo Jing with Huang Rong whenever they saw her, and thinking of Huang Rong whenever they saw Guo Jing.

Therefore, they felt Huang Rong should appear alongside Guo Jing.

But the duel was about to start, and Guo Jing’s figure was nowhere in sight, causing the crowd to start whispering.

However, seeing Huang Rong appear brought half a measure of relief to everyone.

It was different for the people of the Beggars Sect; Yu Xian’s appearance brought even greater reassurance than Guo Jing’s would have.

This was because many Disciples of the Beggars Sect remembered the corpses moved out of the Yu Residence half a month ago—a scene that still sent shivers down their spines when they recalled it.

Moreover, they all knew that Yu Xian’s Martial Arts surpassed even Guo Jing’s, so they didn’t take this minor Mongol expert seriously at all.

The few Elders of the Beggars Sect saw Huang Rong and Yu Xian appear and immediately stepped forward to salute them, explaining the current situation.

“Sect Leader, because Great Hero Guo has been delayed in appearing, the arrogance of that Mongol has intensified,” Elder Liang said to Huang Rong with a cupped fist.

Huang Rong’s brow twitched slightly. She had always sent people to monitor Guo Jing’s situation. After entering seclusion, there had been no movement from him, and up to this point, she still didn’t know if Guo Jing had succeeded in his attempt to Breakthrough to Great Grandmaster.

“No rush, let’s wait a bit longer,” Huang Rong waved her hand.

Yu Xian noticed that the crowd was discussing the potential outcome of today’s martial contest. Most people believed Guo Jing would win, but a small portion was less optimistic.

What caught Yu Xian’s particular attention were the few people actively spreading rumors that Guo Jing was timid and afraid to die, having already fled and daring not to answer the challenge. It was clearly an inside job!

Yu Xian gave Huang Rong a look, signaling her to look over.

Huang Rong followed the direction of Yu Xian’s gaze and indeed saw quite a few people with ill intentions. Her brow furrowed slightly, and after murmuring briefly with the Elder beside her, she stopped paying attention to them and focused instead on the person on the viewing stand.

It was a tall and imposing Mongol man, whose muscles were as solid as iron, his thick, rugged stubble prominent, and his eyes carrying Killing Intent. It was clear he cultivated Martial Arts focused on strength, which might be why he was chosen to challenge Guo Jing.

“Can you discern the cultivation level of the person opposite?” Huang Rong asked Yu Xian. The feeling that man gave her was more than just Peak Grandmaster cultivation.

Yu Xian shook his head. His own cultivation level was only known to him through the System.

However, the man on the stage truly exuded a sense of power. If Guo Jing hadn’t achieved Breakthrough to Great Grandmaster, he would likely end up evenly matched or suffer mutual injury if they fought, similar to his battle against Jinlun Dharma King back then.

Jinlun Dharma King was also a strength-based fighter.

Just then, the man on the stage appeared somewhat impatient. He beckoned one of the large men standing nearby and spoke to him in a rapid torrent of words before sitting down again.

After listening, the warrior stepped forward a few paces, looked directly at everyone present with arrogance, and declared loudly: “Are you people of the Central Plains so untrustworthy of agreements? Don’t tell me you’re scared and dare not come out? Indeed, the swords and blades of your Central Plains Martial Forest are like the teeth of a sheep—they can only chew grass. When faced with Mongol sons of the steppes like us, you get scared and turn tail to run.”

As soon as the warrior finished speaking, he provoked dissatisfaction among all the Jianghu figures below, igniting a blazing anger, making them wish they could rush up and teach him a lesson. However, seeing the warrior’s physique, they only managed to stir restlessly.

The warrior, seeing the crowd below merely displaying impotent rage, felt his mood greatly improve, and he continued: “Think of Guo Jing—he was once our Golden Blade Son-in-Law, how majestic and extraordinary! It’s a pity he left our grasslands. How many years has it been? He doesn’t even have the courage to face our warriors anymore. Alas!”

“I estimate he is currently at home learning embroidery, pleasing his wife, and having a good time, hahaha… But I heard that your Great Hero Guo is now impotent, divorced by his wife? Can he no longer even ride a horse steadily, or hold a blade? Hahahaha…”

“Uh…”

The warrior’s laughter abruptly ceased before he could finish. He was seen clutching his neck tightly with both hands, his face filled with terror.

He tried to speak, but no sound would come out. After struggling to open his mouth and uttering indistinct “Ah, ah” sounds twice, he collapsed to his knees.

At this moment, the previously indignant crowd fell silent, unsure what had happened.

Only when they saw blood leaking from between the warrior’s fingers did they realize that the warrior who had been so boastful moments ago had just been throat-slashed and was likely dead.

Everyone was astonished, not knowing what had occurred, when the warrior was throat-slashed, or who had struck the blow.

All eyes focused on the viewing stand, only to discover that there was now a person standing there: a handsome and extraordinary young man in a black brocade robe. The long sword in his hand was still trembling slightly, shining with a dazzling light under the sun.

It went without saying that the person who had just acted was him!

But no one knew when he had struck or how he had done it! Many people began to speculate about the identity of that person!

However, some people from the Beggars Sect recognized Yu Xian, as he had come with Huang Rong just moments before!

“It’s Young Master Yu! Young Master Yu is magnificent!” Some Disciples of the Beggars Sect shouted out excitedly.

“It really is Young Master Yu! Young Master Yu made his move!”

“Yes, we should kill this arrogant Mongol savage! Does he really think there is no one left in our Central Plains?”

Hearing someone recognize the person on the stage, those who didn’t know him rushed to inquire about Yu Xian’s identity. Everyone wanted to befriend such a talented young man.

Yu Xian paid no attention to the crowd below, instead looking coldly at the corpse and saying, “You can have a foul mouth, but having a foul mouth in front of me is where you went wrong.”

After speaking, he swept his sharp gaze over Buriqodai, who was still in shock, “Originally, I didn’t intend to bother with you, but your subordinate’s mouth was too foul, and his foul mouth was instigated by you. Therefore, this contest between you and Great Hero Guo—schedule it for your next life!”

“Brother Yu, wait a moment!”