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Chapter 224: Murong Bei Makes a Move!

Chapter 224: Chapter 224: Murong Bei Makes a Move!

Murong Bei’s words hit the ground with such force that after he spoke them, both Murong Fei and Qin Tian’s faces changed instantly.

What... What’s the situation?

If he couldn’t win against Sun Quan within ten moves, it would be considered a loss?

Murong Fei, Su Xuejiao, and Qin Tian all looked at Murong Bei, too shocked to utter a word.

Murong Bei was over seventy years old. Whether he could defeat Sun Quan was in question, yet he claimed that not winning within ten moves meant defeat? That was... overconfident, wasn’t it?

Qin Tian had just exchanged a move with Sun Quan and was surprised at Sun Quan’s strength. Finding such a martial arts master in the city was no easy feat.

And what about Murong Bei? Although Qin Tian was unclear about his capabilities, he was after all relying on a cane and injured in the foot. If Sun Quan attacked fiercely, Murong Bei would probably find it hard to even defend, let alone win within ten moves?

Impossible, right?

"Hahaha..."

"Hahaha..."

Qin Tian and others were surprised, but Sun Quan’s group was even more astonished.

After hearing Murong Bei’s statement, they all burst into raucous laughter, looking at Murong Bei with bizarre gazes as if he were some sort of monster.

"You think you can win against me within ten moves?"

With a smile, Sun Quan gazed at Murong Bei, "Old man, you underestimate me, you underestimate the Brother Alliance far too much!"

Walking back and forth in the front courtyard, Sun Quan’s eyes were filled with disdain: "Even if you were twenty years younger, you couldn’t possibly defeat me in ten moves! Arrogant!"

In the face of the Brother Alliance’s mocking laughter, Murong Bei remained composed, simply looking at the people before him with a detached gaze. He said, "Nephew Sun Quan, you have already agreed to settle this matter by facing me. You should keep your word. Let’s agree, if I cannot knock you down within ten moves, I lose. I will apologize to you, and hand over my subordinate... Qin Tian, to you."

"But, if I win against you within ten moves, we’ll consider this matter resolved. You, along with the coffin you brought, can carry it back and use it for yourself."

Murong Bei still insisted on his viewpoint: he must defeat Sun Quan within ten moves.

After hearing these words again, Sun Quan became furious, bellowing, "Fine, let’s do it your way! Ten moves! If you can win against me within ten moves, not only will I carry the coffin back, but I will also kowtow to apologize and make amends!"

Sun Quan thought of himself as someone who was somewhat arrogant, but he hadn’t expected this old fellow Murong Bei to be even more arrogant — a cripple dreaming of defeating me? Ridiculous!

Observing the exchange between the two men, Qin Tian gradually changed his mind.

Initially, when he heard Murong Bei’s words and considered Murong Bei’s age and physical condition, Qin Tian did not believe Murong Bei could defeat Sun Quan, let alone do it in ten moves.

But after giving it more thought, especially hearing the undertone of confidence in Murong Bei’s words, Qin Tian started to have doubts.

"If the old master is so confident, could it be that he really has a sure-win strategy?"

Thinking about his master Cao Taiji, Qin Tian was suddenly startled: perhaps it was really possible!

Cao Taiji and Murong Bei were about the same age. If Cao Taiji, who was at the scene instead of Murong Bei, claimed he could defeat Sun Quan within ten moves, Qin Tian would have no doubts. He might even think it could be done in three moves.

So, with that in mind, Qin Tian felt like he had an epiphany and muttered to himself, "My old man and Murong Elder are good friends, perhaps their strengths are comparable. If it were my old man... even with a leg issue, he might still be able to fight Sun Quan."

After comparing Cao Taiji with Murong Bei in his mind, Qin Tian became extremely curious about the upcoming duel between the two.

"Since you’re so confident, then come on." Murong Bei spoke, retracting a step and moving his cane.

Sun Quan cracked a grin, his fists clenched, as he approached Murong Bei head-on.

"Take my first punch!"

When he got less than two meters away from Murong Bei, Sun Quan’s fist suddenly thundered out, aiming a ferocious blow toward Murong Bei’s chest!

This punch, he intended to take Murong Bei’s old life!

But standing opposite, Murong Bei stood immovable; his feet hadn’t even shifted, merely eyeing Sun Quan’s punch as it thundered towards him when his right hand suddenly slapped out!

Bang!

Fist met palm with an intimidating force!

And just as Sun Quan’s fist and Murong Bei’s palm collided in that split-second spark, Murong Bei’s palm forcefully exerted pressure, pushing directly downward!

Hiss!

Drawing a sharp breath, Sun Quan was taken aback!

He hadn’t expected Murong Bei to neutralize his power so quickly. Hastily, he took a step back, retracting his fist.

"One move."

Murong Bei still stood in his place, his palm and gaze indifferent, like an impregnable mountain, unmoving.

"Heh heh, to think you at your age still have this strength and reflex. I underestimated you."

After one move, Sun Quan shook out his hand and looked at Murong Bei with a faint smile.

"Be careful with the next move."

Raising an eyebrow, Sun Quan closed in on Murong Bei in two steps, unleashing a sweeping leg kick at Murong Bei’s lower body!

Seeing this, Qin Tian frowned.

This Sun Quan isn’t foolish, it seems; he knows the Murong patriarch’s weakness is his lower body, thus he’s started to focus his attacks on the lower zones.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

"Hiss!"

After unleashing three kicks, Sun Quan abruptly stopped his offense, his eyes fiercely glaring at Murong Bei: "What the hell is your cane made of! Hiss!"

While speaking, Sun Quan touched his leg, which was a bit sore.

He had not expected that after his three consecutive kicks, Murong Bei would still stand his ground, using his ever-present cane to block his sweeping legs.

Moreover, Murong Bei’s cane was incredibly hard; Sun Quan not only failed to overcome the force of Murong Bei’s swing, but his shins also ached from the strikes of the cane.

"Forged from platinum, reinforced with a new material, unbreakable." Murong Bei declared.

Having said that, he added another line: "Two moves."

"Heh, what does it matter if it’s two moves? If you can’t beat me within ten moves, you lose, not me."

Sun Quan laughed fiercely, "If that’s the case, why the rush for me to attack? Why don’t you try attacking?"

Sun Quan seemed to realize that Murong Bei was inconvenienced in his legs, thinking that if he were to attack, Murong Bei could simply stand still in defense and then seize an opportunity to find a flaw in his offense to defeat him—what a resounding plan indeed!

Therefore, at this moment, Sun Quan simply chose not to attack, and provocatively stood a meter away from Murong Bei, beckoning at him with a taunt: "Come on, let’s see just how powerful the Murong Family’s martial arts really are, attack all you want."

Hearing this, Murong Bei’s lips curved into a slight smile, saying, "Then observe closely!"

With that, Murong Bei stepped forward and abruptly hurled a punch at Sun Quan’s ribs!

The punch was wide in scope; Sun Quan, well prepared, dodged nimbly, mockingly laughing, "Is this the fist technique? You’re afraid you can’t even touch my clothes."

However, Sun Quan’s voice had barely faded when his expression suddenly changed!