Chapter 29 The Gap! Comments!

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The Xiahou Family towered over Jiangdong, standing as one of the prominent noble clans in all directions, suppressing divine weapons and exterminating evil. The family's approach to martial arts was unique, incorporating the sounds of the guqin. The current family head had reached the rank of Upper Third Rank, and his guqin melodies were serene.Back in the day, with his bold character, he was known for fighting over women with his famous guqin, Jiao Wei, which often left his opponents, including Xiahou Xuan's son, in such dismay that they could do nothing but wail without tears. However, after he was defeated by Xue Shisan, his father, squatting before him, huffed and puffed for a good while. He almost couldn't maintain his act before he tentatively said, 'Should we... just let it go?' He understood then that this guy was different from the rest; his own father couldn't defeat Xue Shisan's father. He was tough, like a thorn in one's side. As time passed and he grew wiser, he became increasingly aware of just how exceptional that person was—so much so that even now, he could only sigh at the thought of his invincibility, without any other feelings. After all, a person should have their own dignity; it's pointless to compare oneself with a monster and end up miserable. The young man in black in front of him, hearing the word 'invincible,' tilted back his head to swallow a gulp of wine, his expression growing more morose. Wang Anfeng's eyes shone with shock at the thought of the yet unmasked Xue Shisan, but he also felt an inexplicable eagerness to try his hand. Xiahou Xuan's cultivation in inner strength had already surprised him; the youth in black, though appearing relaxed as he leaned against the mahogany pillar, gave off the impression of a lying tiger, exuding an indescribable deterrent aura that sped up the inner strength within him. He already felt inferior to these two, yet there existed a peer who could respectively defeat and earn their heartfelt admission of 'invincible.' What kind of elegance and grandeur would that be? Could it be transcendent and extraordinary, standing alone in this world? Or as Libo once said, 'looking down upon all other mountains, in solitary pride?' In the presence of such a person, what worth would my boxing technique hold? The young man's eyes were bright with understanding that he surely couldn't match Xue Shisan, but still, his heart harbored a desire to challenge, a passion typical of youths—who, fearless and unaware of danger, have the courage to aim for the sky. The youth in black by his side was momentarily taken aback, recognizing a familiar glint in Wang Anfeng's eyes. With a playful 'hmm,' he said jokingly, "This young fellow, you look somewhat familiar to me." Xiahou Xuan glanced at Wang Anfeng and rolled his eyes, reckoning that Wang Anfeng was acquainted with his friend. He said frankly, "What's familiar? His eyes were the same as yours when you first heard about Xue Shisan." "Indeed, which is why the young fellow seems so much handsomer," the youth laughed, clapping his hands, while Xiahou Xuan, standing beside him, let out a cold laugh and added, "Exactly, just as foolishly brave." Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Just by that look, one can guess he surely wants to have a go with Xue Shisan." Wang Anfeng, having been unfairly implicated and insulted, could only manage a smile and reply, "Indeed... I know I'm not strong enough, but I still wish to fight this invincible Xue Shisan." Xiahou Xuan sneered, "Playing the big axe before Lu Ban's door is asking for humiliation." "If not for this, how would I know how far I still stand from Lu Ban?" Wang Anfeng responded frankly, but then he scratched his head and frowned, sighing, "I just don't know how to get him to fight me, and... with him being so famous, there must be many challengers. It might be troublesome for him." The young man in black was just about to reply when suddenly, a light laughter emerged, saying, "It's not a bother at all, not in the slightest. If you can share that jug of wine with me, I'd be willing to fight with you for a day and a night without complaint," As the voice died away, Xiahou Xuan was taken aback, while the youth in black, like a cat with its tail stepped on, sprang up from inside the pavilion. His eyes instantly became sharp and alert. After glancing outside, he crossed his fists. A formidable presence, solid as a mountain, suddenly erupted from him, causing Wang Anfeng to feel a tingling on his scalp, frozen as if caught under the gaze of a fierce tiger, completely immovable. Yet the youth only yelled out: "Xue Shisan, come out! Stop playing ghost tricks!" "I'm not playing tricks; it's just that your skills aren't up to par, and you didn't notice me," The voice laughed, and a sound suddenly came from above the pavilion. The youth's eyes lit up, he whirled his fists around with muscular might, and his stance was stable. Though the event was sudden, to Wang Anfeng, who practiced the same martial arts, only eight words could describe it: Strictly ordered and utterly impregnable! With a sudden punch from the waist, charged with robust vigor and a mountain-like aura, where the wind of the fist howled, a sound like the roar of dragons and tigers echoed, hitting the flying shadow precisely. However, only a crisp crack was heard, and a seductively fragrant smell of wine instantly filled the air around them. The crystalline wine splashed down, clothes fluttering in the air, a figure lightly stepped on the liquid, and the wine seemed to hang in the air, visibly suspended as the person took advantage to rise. The folding fan in his hand gently swept through as he fell, like an immortal plucking flowers, his demeanor casual, scooping up a handful of wine and tossing it straightforward like a hidden weapon, easily breaking the youth's fist intent. The wine continued straight into the youth's throat, causing him to cough violently, quite embarrassedly out of sorts, unable to move due to the pressure of the punch. It was only then that Wang Anfeng felt he regained control over his body, his back drenched in cold sweat. Meanwhile, the youth landed beside Wang Anfeng, light as an immortal, with a snap opened his folding fan, which surprisingly had not a single drop of wine on it, his looks as splendid as jade. He gently shook the fan, a smile in his eyes as he said: "Huangfu Xiong, I offered you wine, and if you don't appreciate it, that's fine, but why did you have to smash it?" "Cough, cough, cough, you... you..." Huangfu Xiong coughed violently, then after a long while, he clenched his teeth and said resentfully: "In my life, I hate most having someone sit over my head. It doesn't matter who you are, I'll hit back all the same!" "Then I really must apologize to you." Xue Shisan chuckled and saluted with his hands, then his gaze fell on Wang Anfeng's countenance. He was slightly startled, sized him up from head to toe, and then slowly nodded in acknowledgment: "Young Master Wang, it's been a few days since I've seen you, but your poise now seems even more impressive than before." At the side, Xiahou Xuan's eyebrows lifted slightly. Although he had just said that Wang Anfeng and Huangfu Xiong were acting foolishly enough, at this moment he did not feel any better himself and scoffed, "Just a few days, and who knows if Brother Wang has gained a few pounds or lost a few? So it turns out that the thirteenth son of the Xue family is also a commoner, only offering empty civilities." "No, it's indeed not just empty talk." With his smile fading, Xue Shisan recollected the first time he met the young man, who was at ease and seemed as if he existed in a calm world of equilibrium and peace. Looking now at the starkly different demeanor, he said after a moment's thought: "Initially, like flowers falling in a courtyard, carefree and content, he stood aloof from the world." Xiahou Xuan said mockingly, "And now?" "Now?" Before Xue Shisan could answer, Huangfu Xiong had already stopped coughing, barely managed to catch his breath, and looked at Wang Anfeng with a slight smile on his lips: "Now, he's like a young tiger at the foot of a mountain, sharpening its teeth, ready to kill in droves!"

Chapter 29 The Gap! Comments!

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