Chapter 117: The Champion's Spear

The chubby man charged straight inside as soon as he finished calling out. Naturally, those outside tried to stop him, but at that moment, the chubby man had steeled himself. Like a bull, he crashed through the crowd with reckless abandon. Although there were many people, no one could hold him back.

Originally, with the chubby man already fighting, I was preparing to jump in as well. Though I lacked their skill, following behind them to throw a surprise punch seemed feasible. Yet, to my surprise, my elder brother calmly sipped his tea without any intention to intervene.

I whispered to him, “Big Brother, the chubby guy is standing up for us. If we don’t act, won’t it seem ungrateful?”

He glanced back at me, a rare smile gracing his face. “You’ve always been curious about the chubby guy’s background, haven’t you? This is a perfect chance for you to see just how formidable his sect is.”

I said nothing, understanding his meaning: he wanted the chubby man to reveal his identity in front of Old Liu. But this felt a bit inappropriate. I fixed my gaze on both Old Liu and the chubby man, ready to jump in if the latter found himself in danger, regardless of whether my elder brother acted.

At that moment, Old Liu frowned and asked Tang Renjie, “Isn’t that chubby guy your guest?”

Tang Renjie scratched his head. “He’s eccentric and uncontrollable. Initially, I thought he could break the deadlock, but now he’s no longer on our side.”

Old Liu glared at Tang Renjie, “Look at the mess you’ve made!”

Then, sneering, he said, “If he’s no longer one of us, there’s no need to hold back. My patience has run thin.”

Tang Renjie nodded. “Understood. I know what to do.”

With that, he signaled his men. Several standing beside Old Liu and Tang Renjie drew gleaming mountain cleavers and charged at the chubby man.

“Watch out, Big Fat!” I yelled. Seeing they had all drawn weapons, I realized the chubby man wasn’t skilled in combat. Spotting a long bench behind my elder brother, I grabbed it and rushed forward. Those beside me saw my move and attacked as well. Without hesitation, I swung the bench at the one charging ahead. In real life, there aren’t many masters like my elder brother, Li Qing or Chen Dongfang. I swung fiercely, and the man couldn’t dodge in time; the bench struck his forehead with a sickening crack. He screamed and collapsed, unable to get up.

After that first blow, I rarely fought, and my mind went blank. Gritting my teeth, I swung the bench with wild abandon, toppling two more before taking a few punches myself. Those strikes ignited a fierce spirit within me. Clenching my teeth like a mad dog, I swung the bench wildly through the crowd. But soon, I was knocked to the ground, the bench slipping from my grasp. I covered my head as fists and feet rained down on me like relentless hail. Strangely, I didn’t feel pain—just an overwhelming urge to stand again. Taking down one was breaking even; two would be profit!

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