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Chapter 70: Righteousness, One (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two of them moved around in the field, dazzling everyone.

“Good!”

“Senior Brother Zhang is mighty!”

“Good job, Senior Brother Zhang!”

Seeing that Zhang Tianwen was not at a disadvantage against Meng Zhi, who had defeated Zhao Yuantu in one move, everyone in the field cheered.

Han Zhao shook his head and laughed. The two of them were putting on a show!

“Eldest Senior Brother, how is it?” Han Zhao walked to Zhao Yuantu’s side and asked about the situation.

“It’s nothing serious. Don’t be rash.” Zhao Yuantu took off his boxing gloves and exercised his bruised joints.

Han Zhao nodded and glanced at Meng Zhi in the field without saying anything.

Clang!

With a loud sound of metal colliding, the two people in the field separated. “Senior Brother Zhang, your saber technique is good. I’m not as good as you.”

“Junior Brother Meng’s spear technique is still better.”

“Why don’t we call it a draw?”

“Alright! It’s a draw!”

The two of them looked like heroes praising each other.

Cheers came from the field again.

At this moment, Zhang Tianwen came to Lu Yi and cupped his fists. “Teacher Lu.”

“Not bad.” Lu Yi nodded. Although he had obviously seen through their tricks, he could not expose them. Otherwise, he would be slapping himself in the face.

“Teacher Lu, I have a request!”

“Go ahead.”

“I’ve always been in love with Junior Sister Xu. Master Lu, please help me go to the Xu family to matchmake!” Zhang Tianwen was beaming.

As he spoke, he glanced at Han Zhao with a provocative expression.

“This…” Lu Yi was stunned. He could see the signs of Han Zhao and Xu Ling, so he naturally wouldn’t do such a thing.

“Zhang Tianwen! Don’t even think about it!” Xu Ling frowned.

“Third Sister! You’ve gone overboard with your words. Don’t tell me Father and I can’t decide your marriage?!”

Xu Jin walked forward and put on the airs of an elder brother.

“Junior Sister Xu, isn’t it obvious at a glance how to choose? Senior Brother Zhang is a young elite. He’s not something some people with looks can compare to. If he’s good-looking, he’ll at most be a gigolo and not be presentable.”

Meng Zhi echoed and stared at Han Zhao meaningfully.

“What did you say?!” Zhao Yuantu was furious and was about to step forward.

Han Zhao pulled him back. “Eldest Senior Brother, forget it.”

As he spoke, Han Zhao walked to Xu Ling’s side and held her hand. He scratched her palm, indicating for her not to be agitated.

“Enough!” Lu Yi suddenly stood up. “Today is only a martial arts school sparring. This is not a market!”

Seeing Lu Yi’s sullen expression, Zhang Tianwen hurriedly waved his hand. “I’m just mentioning it first. Everyone, stop arguing. I’m happy today. Let’s go drink! My treat!” “That’s great!”

“Let’s go drink!”

Zhang Tianwen escorted them out of the courtyard.

The disciples of the other martial arts schools cupped their fists at Lu Yi and left one after another.

Han Zhao’s expression was calm.

Lu Yi walked forward and patted his shoulder, comforting him. “Practice well.

We’ll talk about it when you break through to the Blood Tempering Realm.”

Although Zhang Tianwen had broken through to the Blood Tempering Realm, his temperament and comprehension were not good. Lu Yi had never thought highly of him. Moreover, when he checked a few days ago, he felt that Zhang Tianwen’s blood qi was a little strange.

If Zhang Tianwen became a Force Tempering Martial Master one day, he might not be able to enjoy life as his master. Instead, he would suffer.

“I’ll work hard, Master.”

Han Zhao smiled. After bidding farewell to Lu Yi, he held Xu Ling’s hand and walked out of the martial arts school.

The night was dark and windy.

Drunken Moon Pavilion.

The entire private room on the second floor was booked.

In the largest private room in the middle, Zhang Tianwen was surrounded by everyone.

His face was red as he held a beautiful woman in his arms and raised his wine glass high. “Drink! Drink to your heart’s content! Those who came in sober today must leave drunk! Otherwise, you won’t be giving me face!”

Zhang Tianwen was in high spirits. He felt that the depression in his chest that had accumulated over the past few years had been swept away.

At this moment, he had already reached the peak of his life!

Breaking through to the Blood Tempering Realm was only the beginning. He had already imagined himself becoming a Force Tempering Martial Master and dominating Blackrock City with Meng Zhi.

Those who had a grudge against him in the past could forget about living a good life.

“I… I… can’t take it anymore! Burp- I have to go to the… relieve myself.” The young man near the door burped and spoke with his tongue hanging out. When he walked out of the private room, his right leg was a little limping. It was unknown if he had drunk too much or if there was something wrong with his leg.

“Fang Hongyun, you are really a coward! You can’t do this!” Xu Jin laughed loudly.

Thump!

As soon as Xu Jin finished speaking, Fang Hongyun tripped over the threshold and fell to the corridor. When a few dancers went forward to help him up, they realized that he had already fallen asleep.

“Hurry up and carry him into the room. Leave someone to take care of him. Don’t wet your pants!” Meng Zhi waved his hand in disdain, causing everyone to laugh.

“I’m going to relieve myself too. No one is allowed to leave. Wait for me to come back and drink!”

Zhang Tianwen put down his wine glass. Although he had drunk a lot, the blood qi of a Blood Tempering Realm martial artist was far stronger than that of a Bone Tempering Realm martial artist. Therefore, he was only a little tipsy at this moment.

“Let’s go together.” Meng Zhi stood up. He was not interested in drinking. He just wanted to find a reason to leave the private room so that he could find his lover, Miss Hong Ying, later.

“Brother Meng, don’t even think about escaping!” Zhang Tianwen grabbed Meng Zhi’s sleeve.

“Brother Zhang, Brother Meng, don’t fall into the toilet together.”

“That’s right!”

The others joined in.

“I’ll deal with you when I come back!” Zhang Tianwen said ruthlessly and pulled Meng Zhi downstairs.

The two of them walked to the back door of the Drunken Moon Pavilion and entered an empty narrow alley.

“Move out. I can’t pee if you’re too close.” Zhang Tianwen walked to the middle of the alley. As he took off his pants, he asked Meng Zhi, who was standing beside him, to stay away.

“Alright, alright, alright.” Meng Zhi lifted his pants that he had taken off halfway. Just as he raised his foot, he felt dust fall from above. He subconsciously looked up—

A masked man in black was spreading his arms and legs. His body was in a spreadeagle position as he propped himself against the walls on both sides of the alley.

At this moment, the black-clothed masked man loosened his hands and feet. His body fell from the sky, and his palms, which carried a sharp wind, struck Zhang Tianwen’s head with the force of a mountain.

“Zhang Tianwen! Be careful!” Meng Zhi’s body shook violently, and his slightly tipsy mind instantly sobered up. As he shouted a warning, he quickly retreated. Zhang Tianwen looked up and was shocked. He circulated all his strength and punched out.

As soon as the fist and palm collided, the outcome was obvious.

With a crack, the bones in Zhang Tianwen’s right arm broke. The bones of his forearm were pierced through the elbow joint by a huge force. He knelt on the ground and let out a neaven-snalqng scream.

A bone-cracking sound rang out, and Zhang Tianwen’s scream stopped abruptly. The head on his neck had already disappeared, and it was actually forcefully slapped into his chest by the domineering palm force.

Thump!

Zhang Tianwen’s corpse fell to the ground. He was deader than dead.

“Who is it?!!” Meng Zhi felt his scalp tingle as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head in winter.

He didn’t even have the courage to fight back. He ran out of the alley. “Murder!

Murder! ”

Tap, tap, tap!

Han Zhao quickly caught up to Meng Zhi, who was about to run out of the alley, and reached out with both palms.

“Ah!” Meng Zhi felt the strong wind behind him and knew that he would die if he did not run out of the alley. He roared angrily and pulled out the half a short spear on his waist. He turned around to block.

Han Zhao slapped his right palm and deflected the short spear that was stabbing at his face. He suddenly pushed out his left palm.

At the critical moment of life and death, Meng Zhi exerted all his strength and held the spear shaft horizontally in front of him, his left arm protecting his heart.

Bam!

A piercing pain came from his arm and chest. Meng Zhi’s arm was broken, and his sternum was dented as he flew out of the alley.

“Pfft!”

He fell heavily onto the street and vomited a large mouthful of blood. His head tilted and he stopped breathing.

Clang! Half of the short spear rolled down beside him. The steel spear was actually a little bent.

Hearing the commotion on the street and the rapidly approaching footsteps,

Han Zhao jumped onto the top of the wall and disappeared into the night..