Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 159 - 116 Crush

Chapter 159: 116 Crush

"Oh, Fang Zhixing has returned?"

Upon hearing the rumor, Hall Master Lu Anfu of the Iron Casting Hall knew big things were about to unfold and immediately sought out Xu Dazhi.

The other two Incense Masters, ’Iron Claw’ Ye Hengchang and ’Inch Force’ Lv Peipei, rushed over one after another.

After all, Fang Zhixing was just a nominal Incense Master and not truly one of Iron Casting Hall’s own.

Their loyalties lay with Xu Dazhi.

But as soon as Xu Dazhi saw them, before they could say anything, he solemnly said,

"The three of you need not persuade me any further. Words spoken are like water spilled; they cannot be taken back. Either Fang Zhixing or I must die today."

Lu Anfu couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time, rubbing his head in frustration, "That might be the case, but after all, Fang Zhixing is indeed a close confidant of the Lord County Magistrate."

Xu Dazhi frowned with displeasure, "Are you suggesting that only he can kill me, and I can’t kill him?"

Lu Anfu spread his hands and replied with a bitter smile, "Why so hasty? That’s not what I meant."

Lv Peipei quickly added, "What the Hall Master means to say is that we must give face to the Lord County Magistrate. Otherwise, what’s the point even if you kill Fang Zhixing?"

Ye Hengchang also reminded him, "If you kill Fang Zhixing, it’s only your own face you save—what about the Lord County Magistrate’s face?"

Xu Dazhi couldn’t help but fall into silent contemplation.

Seeing this, Lu Anfu smiled, "As the old saying goes, leave a line when you do things, so we can meet with smiles in the future."

Xu Dazhi’s brows knit together tightly, and he slowly said, "Fine. I won’t kill Fang Zhixing. I’ll just give him a beating to vent my frustrations."

"That’s more like it!"

The mood of Lu Anfu and the other two instantly brightened with joy.

After all, the Iron Mountain Sect had to carry out the agenda of Luo Peiyun’s faction.

They had to act with proper discretion.

With Fang Zhixing’s official position laid out there, are you, Xu Dazhi, really bold enough to kill an official?

In this manner, time flew by quickly.

The sun had gradually risen overhead.

On Peace Street, the crowd was bustling, people jostling against each other in tight throngs.

The crowd was so huge that even the adjacent streets were packed with people.

In the buildings flanking the streets, especially the best spots for watching the fight on top of the tall buildings, people had staked out their places early on.

"Luo Young Master is here, make way for him."

"Move it, come on, clear the way quickly!"

A group forcefully cleared a path, forcing pedestrians to step aside.

"Young Master, please come upstairs."

They barged into the Hanxiang Building, climbed to the third floor, and opened the windows.

"Hmm, this is a good spot."

Luo Kezhao stood by the window, the view of the street below offering an unobstructed vista.

Looking at the dense crowd on the street, he puzzlingly said, "Really strange, it’s just two dogs biting each other, and yet it stirs up such a huge commotion."

As far as he could see, the masses on the street squeezed together in a frenzy—Luo Kezhao couldn’t understand why.

One of his subordinates, toadying up with a grin, said, "The Young Master is right. Fang Zhixing and Xu Dazhi are like two dogs, not worth a laugh."

No sooner had these words fallen than a loud voice from the neighboring room rang out.

"Fang Zhixing is actually more famous than Xu Dazhi; he has killed many water bandits, and his archery is unsurpassed!"

While saying this, everyone could easily imagine that person certainly raising their thumb in admiration.

Luo Kezhao’s brow furrowed slightly.

Then, that person continued, "That’s not all; there’s a rumor going around in the Jianghu that the three Incense Masters of the Black Tiger Sect’s Cloud Tiger Hall stealthily entered Qinglin County and all ended up dead. Guess who did it?"

The people in the room laughed and said, "Do we even have to guess? It must be the work of Fang Zhixing!"

"Exactly, Master Fang’s skills are unfathomable."

"I’m betting on Fang Zhixing, not because he’s stronger, but because he’s a man of the Court. Tell me, who would dare to make a man of the Court lose?"

"I’m different; I’m betting it all ends in a draw. After all, they are colleagues, and face must be given."

For a moment, the room was filled with a lively, joyful atmosphere.

Luo Kezhao curled his lip, let out a cold snort, leaned against the window, and settled down to drink his tea.

In no time, a burst of cheering came from afar.

Luo Kezhao looked up and soon saw Xu Dazhi, accompanied by Lu Anfu and others, making a grand entrance.

He even had time to greet the spectators with folded hands, an air of relaxed contentment on his face.

"Hmm, Xu Dazhi seems quite confident, as if he’s got a winning hand."

Luo Kezhao nodded to himself. He and Fang Zhixing had been at odds from the start, loathing him profoundly, naturally wishing for Xu Dazhi’s victory.

His bets were also placed on Fang Zhixing’s certain loss.

Before long, an even louder cheer suddenly filled the street.

Fang Zhixing, with his dog by his side, strolled leisurely over, accompanied by three hundred Archers marching behind.

The three hundred Archers formed a square, their steps uniformly coordinated, creating a rather splendid scene that drew waves of applause.

Luo Kezhao felt a wave of distaste at the sight.

Those three hundred Archers should have belonged to him...

The crowd naturally parted to create a pathway.

Fang Zhixing raised his head, and he saw Xu Dazhi.

Almost at the same time, Xu Dazhi also saw him.

Their gazes met in mid-air.

"Fang Zhixing, why didn’t you bring your ’Wind Listening Blade’?"

Suddenly, Xigou asked via a secret message.

On the way there, he had always felt that something was missing from Fang Zhixing.

It was only now that he remembered—that overly large Heavy Blade; Fang Zhixing was not carrying it on his back.

Fang Zhixing calmly replied, "Is there a need to bring it? Xu Dazhi doesn’t have the strength to force me to draw my blade."

Xigou thought about it and agreed.

However, amidst this atmosphere of everyone’s attention, Xigou felt decidedly irritated.

It seemed as if Fang Zhixing had returned to those heady student days when, as a genius at the top of his class, he was the focal point wherever he went.