Chapter 34 Revenge! The cold moonlight shone on the martial arts arena, and the ground looked like mercury. There were several people standing on the roof of the martial arts hall. Yang Dongxiong stood on the front eaves, looking at the roaring young man below. He saw him gritting his teeth and his face was ferocious, but he did nothing to stop this farce. Around the crowd, the apprentice who was drafted in to explain the whole thing had sweat on his forehead and was trembling with fear. "I'm over there!" Liang Qu suddenly let go, shook off the two people's restraint, and returned to the center of the venue amid the calls. The moonlight shone sideways on Liang Qufengrui's face, interweaving light and dark. His tall nose cast a shadow, hiding one of his eyes in the shadow, while the other was calm and expressionless. Ten steps apart, the two groups faced each other. One person on one side and seven people on the other side.
The moonlight and lights illuminated the night. Liang Qu stood very straight, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and everyone's eyes were focused on him. This bastard is so damn good at pretending. Lu Tingcai became more and more annoyed, especially when he saw the looks of several female apprentices nearby. He was so furious that he reached out and picked up a wooden stick from the weapon rack nearby. Martial arts halls allow sparring and have weapon racks, but in order to prevent young people from getting really angry, there are only wooden sticks and no sharp weapons. Lu Tingcai turned around and said, "He's a new guy, I can do it myself and let him know how to be respectful." Everyone nodded; they felt the same way. With so many people watching, it would be embarrassing for seven of us to go together. Lu Tingcai swung the stick, sneered, and walked slowly forward like a small mountain. He was over meters tall and could easily look down on the underdeveloped Liang Qu. Especially as the distance gets closer, the momentum becomes even more astonishing. Li Libo and Chen Jiechang were behind Liang Qu and swallowed their saliva, but no matter how they called out, Liang Qu acted as if he didn't hear them. Lu Tingcai paced forward, getting closer little by little. When he was within three meters, he grinned grimly, pushed off the ground suddenly, and rushed over like a sharp arrow. The force started from the ground. Lu Tingcai tensed all the muscles in his body, and every inch of his body was rotating with force, twisting from the sole of his left foot to his right hand, and then to the short stick. He raised a wooden stick as thick as an egg and smashed it against the top door of Liangqu. The stick cut through the wind with a terrifying whistling sound. Lu Tingcai couldn't wait to see Liang Qu's head broken and bleeding. Driven by anger, this angle and speed were almost perfect and completely beyond his expectations. Looking at his opponent standing there in shock, motionless like a log, a violent pleasure rose from his heart. Liang Qu remained calm until the shadow of the stick was right in front of him. He took a step forward, stretched out his hand to grab Lu Tingcai's wrist, and pulled it down with such great force that he easily snatched the stick from his hand and slapped him in the face, knocking him to the ground. It was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the wind in the distance.
Everyone's pupils dilated at this moment. The outcome was decided in just a split second. It was too fast and too fierce, no one could see Liang Qu's movements clearly. Li Libo and Chen Jiechang behind Liang Qu opened their mouths wide, as if something was blocking their throats. The crickets chirped again. The moonlight shone on Lu Tingcai's head, as cold as ice. His wrist was swollen and he covered his face, which was pale. He had no idea what was happening. What happened, I just got slapped? In an instant, veins on Lu Tingcai's forehead were exposed and throbbing. He supported himself on the ground with his hands, jumped up suddenly, and swung his fists to hit. Liang Qu swung his stick at Lu Tingcai's forearm, blocking his fist, and then slapped him in the face with a clean "pop". Everyone saw it clearly and everyone was dumbfounded. Lu Tingcai sat there in a daze, unable to believe it. Unspeakable shame and anger surged in his heart. He panted twice on the ground like a dog and wanted to jump up. Liang Qu did not give him another chance to counterattack. He took a step forward and swung out with the short stick in his hand. Lu Tingcai only saw the wooden stick turn into a residual shadow, swinging over and hitting him hard on the side of the face. A mouthful of sweet blood spurted out, and he rolled to the ground. Half of his face was completely numb. He didn't know if the entire row of teeth on one side had fallen out. Liang Qu lowered his brows, looked at the broken teeth on the ground, and took a step forward. "Don't come over here!" Lu Tingcai covered his face and shouted in fear! "Hurry, come on!" At this time, the six people on the other side reacted and rushed forward, calling out. Liang Qu took another step, raised the stick high, and wanted to knock out all the teeth on the other side of Lu Tingcai, but a roar came from the front. Liang Qu took a step forward, bent his waist, bent his left knee 90 degrees, pushed off the ground, twisted his waist, and let the short stick whistle, drawing a big arc in the air! Xue Dingyi was hit on the jaw by a short stick. He spat out blood, his whole face was distorted, and he rolled to the ground. Like boiling water pouring on a snowball, the people behind Xue Dingyi hurriedly retreated to both sides. On the other side, the short and strong villain who rushed over growled and swung his stick towards Liang Qu's shoulder, but a terrible palpitation suddenly enveloped him, and the blood in his heart seemed to flow backwards for a moment, and his movements became disordered. Liang Qu stepped forward and hit the short and strong villain's wrist with his short stick. Before Liang Qu could relax, an unstoppable violence was transmitted to Liang Qu's arm. Liang Qu paused, and tried to suppress the turbulence of his blood. He pulled back the short stick, turned his wrist, and struck the attacker in the dantian with the stick. The person who came in couldn't catch his breath, his body swayed for a while, and then he fell to the ground. The remaining three people rushed forward with roars, swinging wooden sticks and smashing down. There were too many of them and too close together. Liang Qu blocked two of them, but someone jumped up and swung his stick, hitting Liang Qu on the head. Liang Qu felt that his entire cranial cavity was vibrating like an iron bell being struck, and blood was flowing out of his nose and mouth at the same time. Then someone climbed up from the back and hit him on the back again. Liang Qu stared with his eyes wide open, almost tearing them apart. He held his breath, the veins on his forearms twisted like snakes, he kicked the person in front of him away, turned around and swept sideways, and the person who climbed up had no time to dodge, and was hit by the stick, breaking his ribs. There were too many people. Those who fell down stood up again. Four or five sticks were swung at the same time. Even if I blocked two, I would always be hit by three. The martial arts arena was suddenly in chaos. The development of the situation was beyond everyone's expectations. Everyone stared at it in a daze, not knowing what to do. The bloody stick, the ferocious expression, the torn muscles, the bright full moon, the flickering candlelight, the cold eyes, the flickering starlight in the sky. Figures rushed up one after another, and short sticks hit Liang Qu, but he seemed to feel no pain. Relying on his physical fitness, he swung out the stick one after another, knocking the figures who were pressing on him away. Lu Tingcai and the others climbed up slower and slower, and the strength of the sticks in their hands became weaker and weaker.
But Liang Qu's rage grew stronger, and the stick in his hand seemed to want to split the man in half! The bloody faces were distorted, and the cold night became terrifying. Someone threw away the short stick in his hand and replaced it with a blue brick, but before it could hit Liang Qu, he was smashed to pieces along with the brick. The short stick suddenly broke, Liang Qu rushed forward, hugged a man's waist and slammed him to the ground. The man rolled his eyes and let go of the short stick. Liang Qu reached out and grabbed the man's hair, lifted his head and slammed it hard to the ground, leaving a dent in the hard yellow mud and leaving his face covered in bruises. Another stick hit his back. Liang Qu ignored the pain, took a deep breath, grabbed the short stick, turned over, and swung it in a circle. The man was knocked to the ground again, with several ribs broken. Liang Qu turned around and swung his stick, but missed. There was no one left standing. He lowered his head, and the ground was covered with blood and broken teeth. Round beads of blood dripped from the tip of the stick. Liang Qu was half-kneeling on the ground, with young men wailing all over the place behind him. His cheeks puffed up, and he used his tongue to push and spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and his throat, which was blocked by blood stasis, began to breathe smoothly again. "call." Liang Qu took a deep breath, propped the wooden stick in his hand on the ground, and with his torn muscles trembling, he squeezed out the last bit of strength. He staggered and stood up, standing upright in the middle of the field. Li Libo and Chen Jiechang opened their mouths wide, unable to make a sound. The apprentices at the edge of the martial arts arena fell into a strange silence. Liang Qu let out a long breath, but it couldn't hide the fatigue and pain all over his body. It's too much for one to fight seven. And Liang Qu looked up and saw someone standing on the eaves in the moonlight. The degree of fusion is approaching fifty, and he is already able to control the blood. Unfortunately, his level of precision is not enough, so he can only act on the heart arteries where the blood is most concentrated, causing other people's blood to flow backwards temporarily. But Liang Qu only used it once, on a short and strong villain. When he was twisting the body and whipping him, he saw someone on the roof and did not dare to use it again. "Lu Tingcai, Xue Dingyi, Yu Weilong, Xiang Quji, the seven of you don't need to come to the martial arts hall anymore!" When the dust settled, several figures jumped down from the roof, and loud voices spread throughout the entire training ground. The leading old man came in front of Liang Qu, and his tone did not reveal whether he was happy or angry. "Your name is Liang Qu, right?" "Yes." Liang Qu lowered his head and smiled tiredly. "Are you willing to be my disciple?" (End of this chapter)