Chapter 10, you brat, die!

Duan Jianfei spoke with great confidence. Wu Zihao understood that this young sect leader had some thoughts about the daughter of the Fengchi Sect's leader. This was quite reasonable; the two sects were not far apart and were both top-tier forces. If they were to form a marriage alliance, the benefits would be self-evident. For Duan Jianfei personally, it would be an enormous gain.

A single strike passes through, as the sword descending from the air intertwines with the knife raised from the ground

Xu Jie nodded upon hearing this; after all, a family must have a pillar to support it. Xu Jie had already begun to identify himself with the role of that pillar.

The leader of the Nanshan Gang is not the foremost figure; ahead of him stands a young gentleman, appearing to be around twenty years old. Dressed in luxurious satin garments of considerable value, he holds a treasured sword in his hand, standing upright with an air of great confidence. He is Duan Jianfei, the eldest disciple of the Nanshan Sect's master.

Hearing that He Jiyue is as beautiful as a celestial being, I have never had the opportunity to see her, and I do not know if it is true or not? Duan Jianfei seemed to be speaking to himself, yet he was actually asking a question; by asking in this manner, it further highlighted his status

Upon hearing this, the Iron-Backed Dragon felt naturally embarrassed, having been scolded by this cousin, the leader, and could only lower his head in acknowledgment.

At this time, an increasing number of farmers were emerging from the town, wielding weapons in their hands. The types of weapons were not as varied as those of the wandering men, consisting solely of swords and spears

The Ironback Dragon, Wu Zixing, has evidently arrived, and in front of him stands the leader of the Nanshan Gang, who also shares the surname Wu, named Wu Zihao. In fact, he is the cousin of Wu Zixing.

This time I arrived at Xujia Town, but it was also on the way, and I took the opportunity to help Nanshan Gang regain some face. As Wu Zihao said, my cousin has been wandering the jianghu for so many years, yet he was actually beaten by a young man in a rural area. This is indeed quite a significant loss of face

Elder Xu Ba and Xu Zhong exchanged a glance, and immediately both of them smiled. Then Elder Xu Ba said: "Jie Er possesses the spirit of a man, truly worthy of being a member of the Xu family. Today, let Jie Er take the lead."

However, after this strike, Scholar Xu stood firm without any sense of retreat, to the point that even he himself found it hard to believe that he had effortlessly received this move. Originally prepared to continue defending, Scholar Xu at this moment did not even adopt a posture to seize the initiative to attack.

At this time, it is already getting late, and before long, it will likely be dark. It is uncertain whether these people from the rivers and lakes prefer to conduct their affairs at night.

Duan Jianfei responded, "Brother Wu, your words are incorrect. The salt was not taken by these country folk; it was taken by He Jiyue. Who is He Jiyue? Your cousin is certainly not comparable to him. It is no wonder that he did this; it is only reasonable to forgive him.

Wu Zihao did not expect that the young master would act even faster, as a figure had already appeared in the air, shouting: "You have some guts, kid. If I don't teach you a harsh lesson, you might think you are invincible in this rural place."

Duan Jianfei is certainly not a pretender; in this martial world, no one would dare to claim that the eldest disciple of the Nanliu Sect is a fraud. However, compared to the white-clad girl from last night, he falls short by quite a margin. At this moment, Xu Jie truly sees him as nothing more than a pretender.

It was the spirited disciple of the sect, Duan Jianfei, who, upon hearing this, turned around and smiled, saying: "Brother Wu, there are many capable individuals in the martial world; it is not surprising to lose a fight. There is no need to insult others like this"

Wu Zihao laughed and said, "It is still the kind-hearted and magnanimous Sect Leader, but my younger cousin is just too disappointing. After wandering the martial world for so many years, he is still bullied by a few country folks. Hundreds of pounds of salt, just like that, were taken away from him."

Old Xu hurriedly ran to call for assistance

At this moment, Scholar Xu had already walked to the front, stopping beneath the old tree. He looked at the people at the entrance of the town and, noticing that they did not take the initiative to approach, he asked, "What brings you strong men to Xu Family Town?"

Although Scholar Xu had not yet launched his attack, his words had already escaped his lips: "Pretending to be impressive, it turns out to be just a sham."

Upon hearing this, Duan Jianfei's expression turned ferocious, and he became truly enraged. He leaped up again, reaching a height of only two or three feet, his figure swiftly moving forward, the sword light already drawn, and he shouted angrily: "You brat, die!"

The Iron-backed Dragon observed a man with a crutch walking out from the town, and also noticed a young man dressed in a blue-gray scholar's robe. He quickly took a few steps forward and leaned close to Wu Zihao's ear, saying: "Leader, that young man is the one in charge; it was he who defeated me."

The term "strongman" has always been used to describe those who engage in highway robbery and burglary, often referred to as strongmen. For some who pride themselves as masters of the martial arts world, hearing this term is no different from being insulted

If it were not for Feng Chi's intervention to seize the private goods, there would be no need for Young Master Duan to come out from Nanliu Village. With the situation having changed, it is only natural to invite the forces behind to intervene and settle matters.

Wu Zihao took a few steps forward, hearing Xu Xiucai's words of ignorance, and decided not to use those threats anymore; it would be better to subdue him first and then speak.

"The young master speaks with reason," Wu Zihao replied with a smile. Naturally, whatever this Young Master Duan said was the truth. Given Wu Zihao's age, he could easily be Duan Jianfei's father, yet Duan Jianfei still referred to him as 'Brother Wu,' which Wu Zihao did not mind at all.

This young sect leader, Duan Jianfei, was just advising Wu Zihao that there are many capable individuals in the martial world. At this moment, he takes action, intending to teach a lesson to this newly emerged talent in the martial world. This demonstrates that the young sect leader holds himself in high regard and possesses great confidence. He is also skilled at leveraging circumstances to elevate his own status

However, Xu Laoba, who was behind Xu Jie, quickly spoke up: "Jie'er, where are the ships? Uncle Ba needs those ships. How could you forget about this matter?"

Looking again at the elegantly dressed Duan Jianfei, he did not expect that the boy before him, appearing to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, possessed such strength, wielding his sword with such great force. After a backflip, as Duan Jianfei landed, he was faintly unsteady on his feet.

The Iron-backed Dragon promptly replied: "Young Master, He Jiyue is indeed beautiful, but she is rather cold, making it difficult to get along with her"

"Eighth Uncle, let me take the lead today. If I cannot handle it, then you can step in again," Xu Jie said. With such an elder, as a junior, I must contribute my share of effort.

Looking at those men of the rivers and lakes, they have now realized the situation, each one filled with righteous indignation and eager to take action, ready to teach a lesson to this reckless young man. However, Tiebei Jiaolong Wu Zixing did not move, knowing that his involvement would be of no help.

Duan Jianfei frowned upon hearing this, but Wu Zihao had already taken a few steps forward and shouted, "Is it not true that you had a conflict with my Nanshan Gang last night?"

Xu Jie glanced back at Xu Laoba's anxious expression, smiled, and then shouted: "If you don't want to fight, get lost, leave the boat behind, and take your people with you"

It was this remark that caused over one hundred men from the rivers and lakes to turn furious. Duan Jianfei's expression was already fluctuating between dark and light, while Wu Zihao was momentarily taken aback, truly not expecting that this country bumpkin would be so reckless.

Xu Zhong led Xu Jie towards the town entrance, while Yun Shuhuan also left the courtyard, following along with the newly purchased knife.

Xu Jie spoke in a harsh tone: "If the young master has a conflict with your Nanshan Gang, what do you intend to do? If you want to fight, then let's do it; if not, get lost."

The two individuals who were about to engage in combat rushed towards each other at great speed. However, their approaches were different; Xu the scholar merely ran wildly on the ground, while that sword-wielding figure leaped into the air, reaching a height of over one zhang, exuding an air of superiority.

Thus, Duan Jianfei could not help but feel a twinge of regret, regretting that he had been somewhat overconfident just now, performing a flashy yet impractical move that was high and lofty. Fortunately, the young man before him did not launch an attack.

However, in the end, this fighting is ultimately a clash of swords and blades.

Duan Jianfei, upon hearing this, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a playful smile, and said: "A cold and alluring woman is indeed interesting. If she truly possesses such beauty, it would be worth putting in some effort. In this way, the master would surely be satisfied."

Scholar Xu exerted himself to the fullest, contemplating the battle with the woman in white. At this moment, he dared not be careless, also speculating that this swordsman in splendid attire should be of the same caliber as the woman in white, thus he could only fight with all his might

Xu Xiucai was naturally not one to back down. Since he had spoken provocatively, he was already prepared for a fight. With his sword drawn, he charged straight ahead.

Having no worries about food and clothing, and having practiced martial arts and studied for so long, I can only express my gratitude

Wu Zihao, with a robust build and a round waist, appears to be in his forties, exuding an extraordinary presence. His thick arms suggest immense strength. However, his complexion is extremely unpleasant as he turns his head and scolds, "You are truly regressing more and more; how could you be defeated by such a young lad? What a disgraceful sight."

If the young master has taken a liking to any woman, it is naturally her fortune. Even He Jiyue would be an easy matter for the young master. Wu Zihao's words carry a hint of flattery, yet they are not entirely insincere. This young master truly possesses a fine appearance and is a person of remarkable talent.