Chapter 330: Zao Arena (Part )

At the moment when Liu Xunyi defeated Zongba, Bansang's eyes suddenly focused, and then he slowly stood up, looking thoughtfully at Liu Xunyi, who remained calm and breathless.

The spectators gradually woke up from their shock. Before they could cheer, Bansang started talking and said a lot of gibberish. From his tone, it seemed that he was asking Liu Xunyi something.

As soon as these words were spoken, the whispers in the room suddenly disappeared, and everyone stared at Liu Xunyi intently, as if expecting his answer.

Faced with this situation, Liu Xunyi was confused and at a loss.

Seeing this, Boren, filled with joy, trotted over to Liu Xunyi, bowed and nodded as he introduced himself to Bansang.

In an instant, thousands of people in the arena shouted "Hashin" in unison, with a magnificent and deafening momentum. Shouting the winner's name is the custom of the Zao Arena.

At this moment, Zong Ba, who was numb all over from the fall, gradually recovered. He propped himself up with difficulty, his eyes wide open, panting like a cow, and yelling at Liu Xunyi viciously.

"Brother Liu, he was defending himself, accusing you of a sudden sneak attack and an unfair victory." Boren explained in a low voice, "He said that he was careless and underestimated the enemy, and just fell into your trap... and he wanted to fight you again in an open and aboveboard manner, and also said..."

"Oh!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the third floor. Bansang slammed his fist on the railing and glared at Zongba with a look of contempt.

“Hehe…” Seeing Ban Sang scolding Zong Ba, Bo Ren couldn’t help but feel secretly happy, and whispered, “Ban Sang scolded Zong Ba for not being a man who can win but not lose.”

In front of Liu Xunyi, Zongba still had some arrogance. But in front of Bansang, even if he was scolded, Zongba did not dare to disobey in the slightest, but just silently endured it with his head down, daring to be angry but not to speak.

Everyone knows that anyone who offends Tsodan in Lhasa City will suffer a fate worse than death.

Ban Sang shouted coldly, and the muscular Zong Ba was so frightened that his body trembled. He no longer dared to argue with Liu Xunyi, and even dared not look at Liu Xunyi again. Like a dog that had lost its home, he walked to the sidelines in disgrace.

Looking at Zongba's dusty and miserable back, Liu Xunyi couldn't help but feel emotional. If it weren't for the situation, he would never jump out at this critical moment to ruin someone's good deeds and block someone's financial path.

Everything is just as Boren said, rules are rules. If you want wealth and glory, you have to win ten games in a row. Even one game short of that is still short of that.

Zongba, a warrior admired by thousands of people just a cup of tea ago, was a lucky man who was about to make the leap to the dragon gate. At this moment, he failed at the last minute and left the scene dejectedly. The people around him refused to even look at him, most of them looked indifferent, and some even gloated over his misfortune.

"Brother Liu, although you defeated Zongba, in the eyes of most people, your victory just now was just a fluke. Zongba was careless for a moment, so you took advantage of him." Boren looked around with complicated eyes and reminded carefully, "Right now, you have become the target of public criticism. Your victory over Zongba was unexpected and earned enough attention. If someone defeats you now, you will definitely take this opportunity to become famous. Look around, I don't know how many people are eager to try, ready to use you as a stepping stone."

"That's fine. Only if we finish ten games as soon as possible will we have a chance to sneak into the Potala Palace." Liu Xunyi said with a wry smile.

Hearing this, Boren's eyes gleamed, and he asked suspiciously: "Brother Liu, just now you..."

"It's not entirely a fluke." Liu Xunyi seemed to have guessed what Boren was thinking and continued, "In the past, I was fortunate enough to learn some wrestling skills, and today they just came in handy."

"That's good……"

The two were whispering in the arena, unaware that five challengers had already signed life and death documents, ready to compete with Liu Xunyi in turns.

Following a loud shout from the black-faced referee, the crowd jumped for joy again.

The first person to come on stage was a stocky and strong man. He thought he had learned from Zongba's lesson and kept his center of gravity very low to prevent Liu Xunyi from repeating the same trick.

Unfortunately, although he was careful and focused, he was still vulnerable in front of Liu Xunyi. Before he could display his skills, Liu Xunyi made a feint and immediately fell to the ground.

Liu Xunyi didn't use any moves, just lightly hooked his foot, and the opponent fell to the ground. This kind of defeat was even more miserable than Zong Ba.

The same happened to the second, third, and fourth ones. None of them could withstand a single move from Liu Xunyi and were knocked to the ground one after another.

From the beginning to the end, Liu Xunyi did not show amazing strength or extraordinary skills. Each time, he just used simple moves, such as pushing, pulling, tripping, or dodging. Although several challengers were obviously very careful and on guard, they still fell one after another for some reason.

There was no hoarse roar, no blood and flesh flying everywhere, no wailing of broken bones, and even no red-faced stalemate. Everything ended so casually.

The victorious Liu Xunyi was not out of breath or sweating. The defeated people were also conscious, with all their limbs intact, and had only minor injuries, or even no injuries at all.

Since the establishment of Zao Arena, there has never been such a "respectful" match, such a "gentle and tactful" duel. Liu Xunyi fought four games in a row, and the total time was not even as long as half a game of others.

On the surface, Liu Xunyi's wins in the past few games were all luck. The key to victory or defeat was that his opponent was careless, which made people sigh.

But in the eyes of anyone with a discerning eye, Liu Xunyi's "luck" was entirely due to his unfathomable strength, which allowed him to use it so skillfully and purely.

A master who is wise but appears foolish, who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, is a real master.

Ordinary people cannot understand the truth of this section, but the experienced Bansang has already guessed it.

So, without waiting for the fifth challenger to come on stage, Bansang had already called a halt to the game.

Amid the whispers of the audience, the black-faced man who was the referee trotted up to the third floor and knelt respectfully in front of Bansang.

The two of them talked in secret for a while, and he hurried downstairs again, pushed the challenger out of the arena, and tore up the life and death document he signed in public, which immediately caused an uproar. For a while, the questioning voices in the arena were endless. The black-faced man looked stern and calm, and just pointed to the third floor, and the noisy scene suddenly quieted down.

"What's going on?" Confused Liu Xunyi stood there in a daze, looking around in confusion.

At the same time, with the help of several of his men, Bansang undressed, took off his Tibetan robe, changed into a small sheepskin vest, and tightened the deer tendons wrapped around his waist a little more.

There was no need for too many words, Liu Xunyi had understood everything. Ban Sang wanted to personally fight him.

There were huge crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder, but it was completely silent, as still as death.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the arena became a little weird.

Who is Bansang? Liu Xunyi had already learned about this from Boren.

Back then, this man had won the title of Northern Gada League for several consecutive years. His name was like an insurmountable gap between Northern Gada League and other warriors admired him but could never reach his goal. It was not until Bansang grew older and had to leave Northern Gada League that others had a glimmer of hope to win the title.

In the competitions in Northern Gada League, the young Bansang never lost a single match, and was the best in the world. But it has been more than ten years since the glory days.

Today, Bansang has returned to the arena, which is exciting but also makes people curious. I wonder how much strength he has left after being away from the arena for many years?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ban Sang, neatly dressed, leaned over the railing and looked down, his eyes as sharp as lightning, directly at Liu Xunyi.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then Bansang suddenly leaped up, and flew straight into the venue from the third floor amid exclamations.

The dust moved slightly and fell to the ground silently. With just one hand, he was far superior to other reckless men.

Standing opposite each other, the two were only a few steps apart. Bansang glanced around and spoke slowly, immediately attracting another round of excited cheers.

Liu Xunyi was speechless and had no idea what he was saying.

"Cough cough..."

Boren coughed twice, then quickly stepped forward, bowed to Bansang, then made gestures to Liu Xunyi in a pretentious manner, and quickly explained: "Brother Liu, Bansang wants to wrestle to death with you."

Boren had introduced the death wrestling to Liu Xunyi long before they entered the Zao Arena. In short, both parties first stood still and took a wrestling stance, relying only on the strength of their hands and waists to wrestle each other, and the lower body was not allowed to attack.

The rules of winning and losing remain the same as always: the one who falls to the ground loses.

After the idle people were cleared out, only Liu Xunyi and Ban Sang were left in the huge fighting arena.

The two men walked towards each other until they were two feet apart, then they stood still, spread their arms, and put their arms together.

Bansang didn't look strong, but when Liu Xunyi's hands touched his arms, he suddenly realized that his arms were like two iron willows, as solid as rocks and as hard as diamond.

Ban Sang was equally surprised as Liu Xunyi. As a martial artist, he could also clearly feel the terrifying power contained in Liu Xunyi's arms.

"Boom!"

The gong sounds and the duel begins.

Liu Xunyi and Ban Sang tightened their muscles at the same time, and the strength of their arms suddenly increased. The difference was that Ban Sang was attacking, wanting to take the initiative, while Liu Xunyi was defending, intending to test the depth.

Facing the huge force that kept pulling him, Liu Xunyi secretly used the heavy weight to make his feet take root and his lower body as solid as a rock. No matter how Ban Sang pushed and pulled him, he remained as steady as a mountain and remained motionless.

This action made Ban Sang's face suddenly change. At the same time, the look he gave Liu Xunyi gradually changed from initial curiosity to solemnity.

On the sidelines, Tang Cong looked at the two men in a stalemate with trepidation and asked Boren, "This Ban Sang...seems to have some skills."

"Although Bansang is capable, he hasn't wrestled for more than ten years, so his skills are already rusty. Moreover, he is much older than Brother Liu, so his endurance is definitely not good. The truth that 'young and strong are better than strong' is particularly evident in the Beiga competition." Boren smiled confidently, "Wrestling is different from fighting, and you can't use too many strange moves. Especially in the dead wrestling, you abandon the use of your legs and entangle your arms, and there is no room for change of moves. Both sides are competing with real strength. Just based on this section, Brother Liu is not afraid of Bansang. What's more, Brother Liu is an out-and-out martial arts master. In terms of real kung fu... he is far better than Bansang."

Hearing this, Tang Cong looked strange, looked at Boren up and down, and asked suspiciously: "Why? Do you also know martial arts?"

"Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run." Boren said with a simple smile, "Everyone in Lhasa knows that the Tibetan King Fighting Arena is in Lhasa, so I come every now and then to see the excitement. After watching it many times, I can naturally figure out some tricks, hehe..."

"Even you can see the trick, how can Ban Sang not see it?" Tang Cong curled his lips and said, "Doesn't he know that wrestling is a test of strength? Doesn't he understand the principle of 'a young and strong fist is better than a strong one'?"

"In fact, Bansang's real purpose in taking action was not to determine the winner with Brother Liu, but to test Brother Liu's depth in person to prevent us from conspiring to stage a show." Boren said mysteriously, "Bansang can attach so much importance to Brother Liu, which proves that our strategy has worked."

"what do you mean……"

"Brother Tang, pack your clothes. We are going to the Potala Palace for a banquet tonight. Hehe..."

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(End of this chapter)