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Chapter 446 - 293: That’s Just How Principled I Am_3

Chapter 446: Chapter 293: That’s Just How Principled I Am_3

Meng Lang’s mouth twitched.

He didn’t know which "senior" had such a wicked sense of humor...

But compared to that so-called "Divine Punch of Mount Huashan," this title seemed more pleasant to the ear...

Mount Zhongnan was conveniently situated in the middle of West Shan Province, which was also the so-called "Guanzhong area."

Guanzhong refers to the area within the "Four Passes," namely, East Tong Pass, West Scattered Pass, South Wu Pass, and Beixiao Pass.

Country Hua’s terrain was high in the west and low in the east, divided into three tiers from west to east, with Guanzhong located on the second tier, backed by the plateau and mountains of the first tier, overlooking the plains of the third tier.

Guanzhong had been rich in resources and economically developed since ancient times, easy to defend and hard to conquer, and was known as the land of "Four Fortresses" and "Eight Hundred Li of Qin Chuan."

Whoever held Guanzhong would reign in prosperity, those who shifted to Luoyang would see the world divided, those whose capital was Nanjing would have short imperial commands, and those who chose Beijing would be deemed insignificant..."

This ancient saying adequately demonstrated Guanzhong’s strategic importance.

That the organizers chose this place for the event, and even bestowed the title of "Hero of Guanzhong," was indeed quite fitting.

Uh... except for the cliché!

"What are so many people doing over there?"

At this moment, Lin Haitang pointed to a work table not far from the crowd where several climbers seemed to be registering...

But what puzzled everyone was why there was a need for a signature and a personal seal?

"That over there... is where you sign the Life and Death Contract."

"What?" Meng Lang and the others, attending for the first time, were all startled.

"Oh! It’s not as exaggerated as you think," Hu Yifei explained. "When the climbing competition first started, there indeed were occasional deaths due to mishaps during sparring. But now, such incidents hardly ever happen.

For safety reasons, even the initial use of weapons and hidden projectiles was banned, allowing only the comparison of hand-to-hand martial arts skills.

The reason for signing the Life and Death Contract is primarily to prevent those who are injured or defeated from seeking legal recourse.

There have been cases where winners were sued, leading to the defendant ending up in jail; this is also to reassure everyone to compete without apprehension."

"Uh..." Everyone was stunned.

Seeking legal responsibility... that indeed seemed rather against the spirit of martial arts.

But, after all, it was a society governed by law...

"Such a pity, we even brought our lawyer along this time..."

Meng Lang stroked his chin and an image came to mind: an opponent throws a left hook, and immediately one’s lawyer shouts "That punch is worth five to ten days," "Be careful, that punch could be considered minor criminal injury," blah blah blah...

And then the scene where the opponent is frustrated to death, which made Meng Lang want to laugh.

Lin Haitang probably also thought of a similar scene, and gave Meng Lang a sidelong glance.

Whose lawyer team was more powerful, were they more likely to reach the top?

While they were talking, Yan Weiwei had already signed the so-called "Life and Death Contract" and walked towards the arena.

Listening to Hu Yifei’s introduction, the three rings at the foot of the mountain were a kind of preliminary selection.

Those defending the rings were middle-force value disciples selected by the organizers of the event.

And, only those climbing teams that won at least two out of three rounds could pass through the entrance behind the platform and officially begin their ascent!

When Meng Lang saw that the others had walked further away, he sneaked to the registration table and quickly grabbed a Life and Death Contract.

Hu Yifei had just said that without this document, there was no way to participate in the competition.

"What are you taking that for?"

A sudden voice from behind startled Meng Lang, and as he turned around, he discovered that Sister Haitang and co. were actually standing right behind him.

Facing two pairs of curious eyes, Meng Lang cleared his throat.

"Cough! It’s nothing, just curious to see what’s written on it, and by the way, to assess the risks of participating in the competition.

You know, I’m a professional in the insurance industry; this will help me deepen my understanding of insurance law, insurance economics, insurance actuarial science, and so forth..."

Lin Haitang eyed him with suspicion.

"This is the first time I’ve found you so dedicated to your work?"

When the three of them arrived at the arena, they discovered that the person who had gone up was Fan Shigang.

Then, after a series of pitter-pattering sounds of fists and feet colliding and what Yan Weiwei referred to as "a pathetic fight," an out-of-breath Fan Shigang honorably secured the first victory for the climbing team.

"Brother Fan, you’re amazing! Great job. Here, wipe off your sweat."

"Thank you, Sister Kong. How could it be hard? I can go on fighting!"

Looking at Fan Shigang, who’d gone into a frenzy over a simple tissue.

Then, turning to look at Yan Weiwei with her arms crossed, exuding the aura of a big sister calmly waiting for her underling to clear the way, Meng Lang guessed they had a good chance to win the next few rounds.

Considering how drained Yan Weiwei looked yesterday, it would be best to let her rest a bit more and conserve her strength...

"Wow~"

Just then, a surprised commotion arose from the area around the last arena.

Meng Lang looked up and saw, on the stage, a muscled brute elbowing a mind-intent disciple, sending him flying two to three meters away, unable to get up and bleeding from the mouth and nose.

Lin Haitang quickly covered Xiao Yu’s eyes.

On the other side, the disciples of the mind-intent sect exchanged angry glances, while the muscular brute wearing a tight T-shirt just sneered dismissively and walked towards the entrance of the climbing area.

A smiling old man followed behind, who seemed to be his master or a similar figure.

"Who is that? So arrogant?"

"The runner-up of the last tournament, Li Lei of Baji Fist, you don’t recognize him?"

"That’s Li Lei? Tsk tsk, truly powerful indeed. But isn’t he a bit too arrogant?"

"The guy has the chops to be arrogant. I heard he’s an adopted son Master Li took on halfway through his journey. If you face him and you can’t beat him, you better concede quickly.

This guy’s a ruthless fighter from the underground boxing circuit!"

"..."

As the surrounding whispers reached Meng Lang’s ears, he watched Li Lei’s retreating figure, his eyes narrowing slightly...

"Baji Fist, so it’s this guy, huh..."

Lin Haitang turned to him curiously.

"What? Do you know him?"

"How could I? Why would I know someone like him?"

"Someone like him? You say you don’t know him, but why do I feel like you really dislike him from the tone of your voice?"

"Is that so? Maybe it’s just that he gave me a really bad first impression."

After saying that, Meng Lang glanced at Lin Haitang.

"Speaking of which, what was your first impression of me when we first met?"

Lin Haitang paused, recalling the day they met—it was first on a bus, then at the law firm...

"It should have been... pretty bad too..."

After speaking, Lin Haitang couldn’t help but laugh.

"Ah! I just knew it," Meng Lang said with a sense of resignation, spreading his hands.

Then, he spoke again earnestly.

"However, when I dislike someone... if that person suddenly says they like me, then I don’t dislike them at all anymore.

Can’t help it, I’m principled like that, unable to dislike someone with good taste..."

Lin Haitang: "o(*////▽////*)o"