The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 249 - 173 Vermilion Bird Fish Dragon Dance

Chapter 249: Chapter 173 Vermilion Bird Fish Dragon Dance

Two teams narrowly met on a narrow path.

"Well, if it isn’t trouble coming our way!"

Manager Wan, upon seeing this, immediately got angry.

Each team’s route was meticulously planned, which clearly revealed their strategies.

Like the team from Jinzhou, with their abundant funding and formidable strength, they chose to take the street leading to Pingkang Square, which would take them directly to the Vermilion Bird Gate, avoiding conflicts with everyone else.

They were almost guaranteed a spot, almost certain to win.

The people from Jinzhou had always maintained their cautious and stable approach.

Though their ticket numbers were wealthy, they were thrifty to the extreme, hoarding silver like hamsters, unwilling to spend on food or clothing.

Even the Martial Arts followed this style, training the younger generation within secluded, large residences. Their style of fighting was simple and unpretentious, neither showy nor aggressive, pursuing plainness and long-term goals.

Even in the pugilistic world, there was a saying, "You see Jinzhou people beating others, but never see Jinzhou people practicing punches."

Manager Wan’s route was from Daozheng Square to Changle Square, bypassing East Market, and straight onto Vermilion Bird Street to preserve their strength in the early stage.

If the Yulin team proceeded directly, they could reach their destination ahead of them, and both parties would naturally avoid each other.

But the other team was heading in the opposite direction; they definitely weren’t looking to encounter the Jinzhou team but to eliminate them first!

Manager Wan hurried to the front of his team in two or three steps and upon seeing an old man clad in a sheepskin coat leading the other team, he angrily said, "Hu Qingquan, what’s the meaning of this? Do you think I’m easy to bully?"

The old man in the sheepskin coat, holding a whip pole, looked helpless and sighed, "Manager Wan, we’ve known each other for a long time, and I didn’t want it to be this way either, but someone has a hold over my weak spot, so I had to do it."

Manager Wan’s heart turned cold, "Someone asked you to trouble me?"

"Not just you."

The old man shook his head and said, "Others want more than one spot, even if I win against you, I’ll go lose to someone else, you should understand."

Manager Wan’s expression darkened, "Is it the Fire Bear Gang?"

Some things were obvious upon contemplation. What was supposed to be a grand event for the Mystical Sect was now marred by an anomaly: the Fire Bear Gang.

This gang, in attaining their goals, would stop at nothing.

As for teams from other provinces, let’s not talk about them; the organizers from within the province, like Manager Wan, were magicians with families, and assets, vulnerable to threats through their weaknesses, which was all too common.

As long as a few teams fought each other and then lost to the Fire Bear Gang, the latter could easily gain several spots.

Knowing the cause, Manager Wan wasted no more words, and said coldly, "Hu Qingquan, it has come to this, how do you want to proceed, with civility or by force?"

The old man in the sheepskin coat raised an eyebrow and said sternly, "Being under someone’s control doesn’t necessarily mean I have to do their bidding."

"Let’s do it the civil way then, Brother Wan, if you can’t pass my challenge, you won’t last long on Vermilion Bird Street either."

Li Yan had approached and upon hearing this, he stopped in his tracks and smiled at Guo Luquan beside him, "Brother Guo, it’s a civil match, it’s up to you now!"

Today, everyone present was from the pugilistic world.

When they said ’civil’, it wasn’t about pen and ink but genuinely competing according to the rules of Divine Tower, to see whose skills were superior.

"Watch closely!"

Guo Luquan roared, "Brothers, remain as steady as a forest!"

"Boss Zhuo, go ahead with confidence!"

At his command, the team carrying the Divine Tower immediately tightened their formation, compact and reliant on each other, slowly moving forward.

And beside the team, an old man leaped forward with three young men, stepping on the bodies of the bearers, jumping onto the largest Wen Shen Tower.

They were members of the Huayin Left Troupe.

After respectfully saluting the Divine Statue, the three approached the side of the Divine Tower, lifted their hands, and suddenly pulled down the white canvas from the eaves.

Lighting tallow candles and reflecting them off the copper mirror, they set up a shadow puppetry screen.

"Ah-ha~"

With a mournful roar, the screen immediately depicted mountains and rivers, all crafted in shadow strike, with the shadow band at the front also starting to play, with gongs, drums, wooden clappers, and suonas sounding all at once.

Then, nine golden crows appeared on the screen.

It was Huayin’s age-old play "Shooting Nine Suns."

With the desolate and bold singing, the shadow figures began to move.

"Look, look!"

The people of Guanzhong loved to watch plays, and the Left Troupe was a renowned Huayin group for a century. A master’s touch was evident, immediately attracting a large crowd, including people from Yulin.

Meanwhile, Guo Luquan and the others were still advancing.

Li Yan, watching on the side, secretly praised them.

Even though the bearers juggled the Divine Tower, which could not help but sway, the Left Troupe members were not affected.

Their hands were exceptionally nimble, each operating multiple shadow figures, from the scenery to the characters, even their expressions and movements were lively and vivid.

What’s more, they were also singing.

Multitasking to this extent was no simple feat.

The Divine Tower of the opposing Yulin troupe was a little smaller in size and under threat, they couldn’t be bothered to put in much effort.

"Brother Wan has a good plan!"

The old man in the sheepskin coat gave a thumbs up, then shook his head and said, "We also prepared a little trick, but it’s nothing compared to yours, so we’ll save ourselves the embarrassment."

"But I wonder if Brother Wan’s Divine Tower can withstand."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the teams carrying the towers had already met.

"Immovable as a mountain!"

Guo Luquan roared, and all the men suddenly carried the poles with one hand, while the other hand braced hard against the back of the man in front.