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Chapter 122: Chapter 122 : Sword name Longyuan
Chapter 122 : Sword name Longyuan
Black Fist was a profound and mysterious world. It was also known as underground boxing. Some people even called it death fighting. For those black fighters who bravely step into this field, they must remember an iron law: once they step on the ring, they are dead! Yes, although there weren't many cases where people died in black boxing, every battle was a battle of life and death, and every blow could be the end. In this cruel world, rules are sacrosanct and violators will be severely punished.
In the undifferentiated ring, fighters use their bodies as weapons, have no restrictions on boxing routines, and do not even need any gloves or protective gear. The decision of victory or defeat was extremely simple. If one side fell, it would be a loss. Flesh and blood, broken bones and tendons are common here. The excitement of the audience was stimulated by the blood and screams, and they bet more decisively. Fighters set odds and organizers set limits on the amount of money wagered to ensure fairness and excitement.
But one thing is for sure, everyone who enters the ring will bet. If they win, they get some percentage from the organizers; if they lose, they can only hope for better luck next time. And for every boxing match, the organizer's income was stable, and it could even be said to be considerable.
Jiang City's black boxing tournament had a long history, and its organizers had a deep background, which undoubtedly attracted rich people from neighboring cities to watch the tournament. Across the country, Jiang City's black boxing competition enjoyed a high reputation. Of course, the profits from each fight were amazing. Some rich people even keep or invite fighters for private fights, paying a fee to the organizers and signing a private agreement.
The two Japanese who came to Jiang City this time were said to have been invited by a rich man. They have won eleven games in a row, breaking bones and tendons in each of them. The most infuriating thing was that these two little devils arrogantly claimed that Jiang City had no experts and that all Chinese were sick men. This undoubtedly touched everyone's bottom line and aroused public anger.
After listening to Tang Guobin's narration, Xu Qing had a rough understanding of the inside story of Black Fist. He knew the cruelty and ruthlessness of this world, but at the same time, he also felt the passion and blood in it. For those brave black fighters, they use their lives to interpret honor and dignity. And he will witness this mysterious and shocking world in his own way. Here is a revised version of the original, rewritten in a confident, enthusiastic, formal style:
Hearing that the two Japanese were ruthless, I couldn't help but feel worried. I whispered,"Brother Tang, you don't have to fight with the Japanese yourself, do you?"
Tang Guobin raised his head and said proudly,"Why do you think I can't defeat those two Japanese?"
Young Master Tang's kung fu was not fake. In Jiang City, his reputation was like thunder. There were often people who privately praised him as the number one expert in Jiang City. Of course, he didn't dare to be the first one, because there was a great god in his family who could subdue him with a finger.
Two hours later, the two of them came out of the hot spring pool and washed away the moisture on their bodies. They didn't even bother to go to the fish treatment pool and went directly to Elder Wu's private room.
In the box, a root carving tea table was placed in the middle, and five old people dressed in Tang costumes sat around. They slowly drank tea and chatted, revealing the temperament of literati and elegant scholars in their speech and behavior.
When Old Wu saw the two of them come in, he brewed them a cup of hot tea and warmly invited them to sit down and drink tea.
Tang Guobin explained his intention bluntly: "Old Wu, I'm here today to ask you to appraise a treasure and see if it can be replaced."
Elder Wu did not seem to be interested in this treasure. He slowly poured a cup of tea for the two of them, then extended his palm and tapped the cup with his middle finger."There's no hurry. Let's drink tea first."
Tang Guobin picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said,"Good tea!" This is Da Hong Pao that I stole from my old man!"
Although Xu Qing did not know what was special about Da Hong Pao, it must be a high-quality tea. Therefore, he picked up the teacup and imitated Tang Guobin's appearance. At this moment, Old Wu sighed.
"Sigh! I thought there was only one cow that didn't appreciate peonies. I didn't expect there to be another one here!" Dear friends, you know what? A very interesting thing happened! Imagine a cow chewing peony flowers. Isn't this scene vivid and strange? But what kind of story is hidden behind this? Let's solve this mystery together.
Having just tasted a cup of fragrant tea, our conversation naturally turned to the dagger. Elder Wu picked up the dagger and examined it carefully. The sandpaper marks on the hilt were clearly visible, and the original inscription pattern had been lost. From an antique point of view, this hilt seems to have lost its value.
However, when Old Wu pulled out the sword, his eyes immediately became bright. The sword was flawless, without any damage. What was even more surprising was that there were two exquisite bird seal inscriptions carved on the sword. Old Wu recognized these two words as "Dragon Abyss"!
At this time, an old man with silver beard and hair put forward his own opinion: "Long Yuan? This must be a copy. But the copycat was careless. As everyone knows, Dragon Abyss is a long sword. How can it become short?"
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Chapter 122: Chapter 122 : Sword name Longyuan
Chapter 122 : Sword name Longyuan
Black Fist was a profound and mysterious world. It was also known as underground boxing. Some people even called it death fighting. For those black fighters who bravely step into this field, they must remember an iron law: once they step on the ring, they are dead! Yes, although there weren't many cases where people died in black boxing, every battle was a battle of life and death, and every blow could be the end. In this cruel world, rules are sacrosanct and violators will be severely punished.
In the undifferentiated ring, fighters use their bodies as weapons, have no restrictions on boxing routines, and do not even need any gloves or protective gear. The decision of victory or defeat was extremely simple. If one side fell, it would be a loss. Flesh and blood, broken bones and tendons are common here. The excitement of the audience was stimulated by the blood and screams, and they bet more decisively. Fighters set odds and organizers set limits on the amount of money wagered to ensure fairness and excitement.
But one thing is for sure, everyone who enters the ring will bet. If they win, they get some percentage from the organizers; if they lose, they can only hope for better luck next time. And for every boxing match, the organizer's income was stable, and it could even be said to be considerable.
Jiang City's black boxing tournament had a long history, and its organizers had a deep background, which undoubtedly attracted rich people from neighboring cities to watch the tournament. Across the country, Jiang City's black boxing competition enjoyed a high reputation. Of course, the profits from each fight were amazing. Some rich people even keep or invite fighters for private fights, paying a fee to the organizers and signing a private agreement.
The two Japanese who came to Jiang City this time were said to have been invited by a rich man. They have won eleven games in a row, breaking bones and tendons in each of them. The most infuriating thing was that these two little devils arrogantly claimed that Jiang City had no experts and that all Chinese were sick men. This undoubtedly touched everyone's bottom line and aroused public anger.
After listening to Tang Guobin's narration, Xu Qing had a rough understanding of the inside story of Black Fist. He knew the cruelty and ruthlessness of this world, but at the same time, he also felt the passion and blood in it. For those brave black fighters, they use their lives to interpret honor and dignity. And he will witness this mysterious and shocking world in his own way. Here is a revised version of the original, rewritten in a confident, enthusiastic, formal style:
Hearing that the two Japanese were ruthless, I couldn't help but feel worried. I whispered,"Brother Tang, you don't have to fight with the Japanese yourself, do you?"
Tang Guobin raised his head and said proudly,"Why do you think I can't defeat those two Japanese?"
Young Master Tang's kung fu was not fake. In Jiang City, his reputation was like thunder. There were often people who privately praised him as the number one expert in Jiang City. Of course, he didn't dare to be the first one, because there was a great god in his family who could subdue him with a finger.
Two hours later, the two of them came out of the hot spring pool and washed away the moisture on their bodies. They didn't even bother to go to the fish treatment pool and went directly to Elder Wu's private room.
In the box, a root carving tea table was placed in the middle, and five old people dressed in Tang costumes sat around. They slowly drank tea and chatted, revealing the temperament of literati and elegant scholars in their speech and behavior.
When Old Wu saw the two of them come in, he brewed them a cup of hot tea and warmly invited them to sit down and drink tea.
Tang Guobin explained his intention bluntly: "Old Wu, I'm here today to ask you to appraise a treasure and see if it can be replaced."
Elder Wu did not seem to be interested in this treasure. He slowly poured a cup of tea for the two of them, then extended his palm and tapped the cup with his middle finger."There's no hurry. Let's drink tea first."
Tang Guobin picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said,"Good tea!" This is Da Hong Pao that I stole from my old man!"
Although Xu Qing did not know what was special about Da Hong Pao, it must be a high-quality tea. Therefore, he picked up the teacup and imitated Tang Guobin's appearance. At this moment, Old Wu sighed.
"Sigh! I thought there was only one cow that didn't appreciate peonies. I didn't expect there to be another one here!" Dear friends, you know what? A very interesting thing happened! Imagine a cow chewing peony flowers. Isn't this scene vivid and strange? But what kind of story is hidden behind this? Let's solve this mystery together.
Having just tasted a cup of fragrant tea, our conversation naturally turned to the dagger. Elder Wu picked up the dagger and examined it carefully. The sandpaper marks on the hilt were clearly visible, and the original inscription pattern had been lost. From an antique point of view, this hilt seems to have lost its value.
However, when Old Wu pulled out the sword, his eyes immediately became bright. The sword was flawless, without any damage. What was even more surprising was that there were two exquisite bird seal inscriptions carved on the sword. Old Wu recognized these two words as "Dragon Abyss"!
At this time, an old man with silver beard and hair put forward his own opinion: "Long Yuan? This must be a copy. But the copycat was careless. As everyone knows, Dragon Abyss is a long sword. How can it become short?"
Dear friends, what do you think of this problem? Please leave a comment in the comments section and discuss this interesting topic together!
This substance is firmly embedded in n0v*lbinChapter 122: Chapter 122 : Sword name Longyuan Chapter 122 : Sword name Longyuan Black Fist was a profound and mysterious world. It was also known as underground boxing. Some people even called it death fighting. For those black fighters who bravely step into this field, they must remember an iron law: once they step on the ring, they are dead! Yes, although there weren't many cases where people died in black boxing, every battle was a battle of life and death, and every blow could be the end. In this cruel world, rules are sacrosanct and violators will be severely punished. In the undifferentiated ring, fighters use their bodies as weapons, have no restrictions on boxing routines, and do not even need any gloves or protective gear. The decision of victory or defeat was extremely simple. If one side fell, it would be a loss. Flesh and blood, broken bones and tendons are common here. The excitement of the audience was stimulated by the blood and screams, and they bet more decisively. Fighters set odds and organizers set limits on the amount of money wagered to ensure fairness and excitement. But one thing is for sure, everyone who enters the ring will bet. If they win, they get some percentage from the organizers; if they lose, they can only hope for better luck next time. And for every boxing match, the organizer's income was stable, and it could even be said to be considerable. Jiang City's black boxing tournament had a long history, and its organizers had a deep background, which undoubtedly attracted rich people from neighboring cities to watch the tournament. Across the country, Jiang City's black boxing competition enjoyed a high reputation. Of course, the profits from each fight were amazing. Some rich people even keep or invite fighters for private fights, paying a fee to the organizers and signing a private agreement. The two Japanese who came to Jiang City this time were said to have been invited by a rich man. They have won eleven games in a row, breaking bones and tendons in each of them. The most infuriating thing was that these two little devils arrogantly claimed that Jiang City had no experts and that all Chinese were sick men. This undoubtedly touched everyone's bottom line and aroused public anger. After listening to Tang Guobin's narration, Xu Qing had a rough understanding of the inside story of Black Fist. He knew the cruelty and ruthlessness of this world, but at the same time, he also felt the passion and blood in it. For those brave black fighters, they use their lives to interpret honor and dignity. And he will witness this mysterious and shocking world in his own way. Here is a revised version of the original, rewritten in a confident, enthusiastic, formal style: Hearing that the two Japanese were ruthless, I couldn't help but feel worried. I whispered,"Brother Tang, you don't have to fight with the Japanese yourself, do you?" Tang Guobin raised his head and said proudly,"Why do you think I can't defeat those two Japanese?" Young Master Tang's kung fu was not fake. In Jiang City, his reputation was like thunder. There were often people who privately praised him as the number one expert in Jiang City. Of course, he didn't dare to be the first one, because there was a great god in his family who could subdue him with a finger. Two hours later, the two of them came out of the hot spring pool and washed away the moisture on their bodies. They didn't even bother to go to the fish treatment pool and went directly to Elder Wu's private room. In the box, a root carving tea table was placed in the middle, and five old people dressed in Tang costumes sat around. They slowly drank tea and chatted, revealing the temperament of literati and elegant scholars in their speech and behavior. When Old Wu saw the two of them come in, he brewed them a cup of hot tea and warmly invited them to sit down and drink tea. Tang Guobin explained his intention bluntly: "Old Wu, I'm here today to ask you to appraise a treasure and see if it can be replaced." Elder Wu did not seem to be interested in this treasure. He slowly poured a cup of tea for the two of them, then extended his palm and tapped the cup with his middle finger."There's no hurry. Let's drink tea first." Tang Guobin picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said,"Good tea!" This is Da Hong Pao that I stole from my old man!" Although Xu Qing did not know what was special about Da Hong Pao, it must be a high-quality tea. Therefore, he picked up the teacup and imitated Tang Guobin's appearance. At this moment, Old Wu sighed. "Sigh! I thought there was only one cow that didn't appreciate peonies. I didn't expect there to be another one here!" Dear friends, you know what? A very interesting thing happened! Imagine a cow chewing peony flowers. Isn't this scene vivid and strange? But what kind of story is hidden behind this? Let's solve this mystery together. Having just tasted a cup of fragrant tea, our conversation naturally turned to the dagger. Elder Wu picked up the dagger and examined it carefully. The sandpaper marks on the hilt were clearly visible, and the original inscription pattern had been lost. From an antique point of view, this hilt seems to have lost its value. However, when Old Wu pulled out the sword, his eyes immediately became bright. The sword was flawless, without any damage. What was even more surprising was that there were two exquisite bird seal inscriptions carved on the sword. Old Wu recognized these two words as "Dragon Abyss"! At this time, an old man with silver beard and hair put forward his own opinion: "Long Yuan? This must be a copy. But the copycat was careless. As everyone knows, Dragon Abyss is a long sword. How can it become short?" Dear friends, what do you think of this problem? Please leave a comment in the comments section and discuss this interesting topic together!
