World-saving Plan: The Only Savior
Chapter 413 - 297: Martial Arts Master Pei Laoliu

Chapter 413: Chapter 297: Martial Arts Master Pei Laoliu

With this thought, Zhang Xiaoman immediately sprang into action.

With a slight exertion of his legs, he lightly leaped up, touching the eaves above with his hands, and swiftly flipped onto the top of the wall.

Given his current constitution of 20 points, accomplishing this was quite easy for him.

The few people nearby couldn’t help but turn their heads to look at him, surprised at his overly agile movements.

However, they only glanced at him for a moment before they refocused their attention on the live stream on their phones.

Zhang Xiaoman reached the top of the wall and, disregarding the somewhat astonished gazes of those around him, strode towards Master Liu’s house.

A middle-aged man also sitting on the wall and watching was about to warn him to be careful,

but then he noticed that the other could even stride effortlessly on the narrow wall, and he promptly closed his mouth, no longer speaking.

In just a few bounds, Zhang Xiaoman had reached the forefront, and from there, he could finally see the situation at Master Liu’s house clearly.

He saw that right at the front of the crowd, a space had been deliberately cleared, and a group of people were surrounding the entrance to Master Liu’s house, arguing about something with Master Liu.

From a short distance away, Zhang Xiaoman overheard the gist of it, which was nothing more than some provocative words.

But these people were quite bad; deep down, they knew that this whole situation was a ploy they had orchestrated from behind the scenes, and obviously, Master Liu was not going to have a contest with them because of this.

So, they deliberately twisted the meaning of their words, never once mentioning the word "martial arts."

Instead, they kept questioning the title of "Master Pei," creating a false impression of wanting to compete in Taoist skills.

What kind of temperament does Pei Laoliu have?

He was someone who never accepted losses and, now faced with an enemy, he was even less willing to be at a disadvantage.

He did not yield an inch to the provocation of the other party, falling right into their trap.

Zhang Xiaoman looked at the crowd surrounding him and indeed saw many familiar faces within.

These guys were the disciples following Master Liao at the last Daoist exchange conference.

However, he didn’t see Master Liao and the Jianghu family; it seemed that only his disciples had come today.

So, it must have been one of them who was doing the filming for the live stream.

Apart from these individuals, Zhang Xiaoman also saw a burly young man at the forefront.

The young man had a tall and sturdy physique, a robust appearance, and seemed to be Xu Dalin, the one who came here to challenge and expose the fake.

Upon seeing this, a frosty expression appeared on Zhang Xiaoman’s face; although he had established the Star Alliance and created the guardian oath, this did not mean he was a good-natured old soul.

The kind of person who turns the other cheek for another slap was something he couldn’t be.

Therefore, since this group of people had once again provoked him, he would need to give them a good lesson today, leaving them with a profound impression.

"Master Pei, since you’ve accepted this contest, we won’t bully you. Let our newest disciple have a spar with you. How about that?"

At the entrance, a young Taoist spoke up to Master Liu. This person was the same one who had been thrashed by Zhang Xiaoman’s Star Guard at the last Daoist exchange conference.

Master Liu still thought the other party was talking about comparing Taoist skills, and it was clear he hadn’t realized they were looking to hit him directly in the face, with fists.

Despite his rough background, he’d made his living this way for the better part of his life, and now being provoked by such a young upstart, he couldn’t hold back. He immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to have a serious discussion with his opponent.

Seeing this scene, the viewers in the live stream started spamming bullet comments.

Master Liu, who didn’t use the internet, was unaware that the name "Qianyuan Tai Chi Hand Master Pei" had recently topped the short video trending searches several times.

Everyone was now eager to see this "expert" finally getting serious, looking forward to a good laugh at his expense.

"Everybody quiet down! Master Pei is about to exert his power, let’s hurry up and see how he fends off Xu Dalin with just one strike."

"I’ve long admired Master’s power, and now that I can witness Master live streaming his power, it truly feels like the fortune of three lifetimes."

"Ha ha, I’ve watched those videos too, they are just too fake. Those people either act like they’ve been hit by a car or zapped by electricity with just a touch, it’s an insult to my intelligence. I really don’t know how you all believe it."

"Whoa? Just spotted a wild honest man up front, everyone don’t startle him, let’s approach him slowly and then capture him for a bit of research..."

"Heh, I’d bet that this Xu Dalin will definitely kneel before Master within three seconds."

"..."

The viewers in the livestream were entertained by this scene; after all, there have been way too many of these so-called masters lately, seeking attention and damaging the reputation of traditional martial arts.

However, no matter how joyful they were, Zhang Xiaoman’s face was covered with frost at the moment.

If you all so wish to slap Master Liu’s face, then fine, I’ll be happy to slap your faces thoroughly soon.

Wang Dalong first made a feigned gesture of clasping his fists towards Pei Laoliu, then he deliberately turned around to check the livestream’s energy, leaving behind what he thought was a handsome smile before striding towards Master Liu.

Pei Laoliu, as an old gentleman in his seventies, where would he know about things like livestreaming and trending searches? Seeing the other party approaching, he thought he was about to engage in discussion of Taoist skills with him.

"How do you want to compare?"

Pei Laoliu looked at the young man walking up to him, saw that he hadn’t made any preparations, and couldn’t help but frown, thinking that the other party wanted to compare mnemonics with him.

Or was it geomancy?

That was his strong point after all.

Just when he was still puzzled, he saw the man suddenly assume a strange posture and then said:

"Let’s have a contest, no rules, free sparring."

"Hmm? Free sparring? What does that mean?"

Pei Laoliu was still puzzled when suddenly someone ran out from the side.

They first stood between the two of them, then swung their hand down in a chopping motion, while shouting two words loudly.

"Begin!"

Pei Laoliu was immediately dumbfounded. What was this situation?

Is this how you all do contests now?

I’ve been walking the Martial World for so many years, how come I’ve never seen such a method of sparring?

Could it be that the younger generations are playing a different game from the one we used to know?

"No, no, something feels off... What the heck is this guy trying to do with such a stance? Could it be that he wants to hit me...?"

Pei Laoliu was obviously not stupid. Although he hadn’t seen Muay Thai before, the other person’s posture made it not hard to guess his intentions.

Previously, he was only ignorant about how to use the internet, otherwise these people wouldn’t stand a chance at deceiving him, an old hand in the Martial World.

However, even though that was the case, when these people showed their true colors, Master Liu still reacted immediately.

In a single moment, numerous thoughts flashed through his mind.

Things like running away, shutting the door, releasing the dog, lying down, having a headache, and medical expenses...

In this moment, Master Liu, the veteran of the Martial World, had already figured out his strategies.