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Chapter 119: Chapter 103: Fishing Guild’s Chen Jiusi, Please Impart Your Knowledge (10,000 Words, Please Subscribe)_2

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The entire process was extremely elegant.

The guild members below, their eyes sparkling with envy, thought, “That’s the real boss. When will I be able to sit up there and have the disciples below cheer for me?”

Sun Bu’er, the old master, saw that the three hall masters were all seated.

He immediately said, “Good, let’s not waste words and start today’s arena battle. Today’s rule, after discussion between Hall Master Gu and Hall Master Peng, has been changed to a challenge match!”

“One guild sends one person to defend the title, and the other guild sends challengers, one at a time. The winner becomes the Challenger and may continue to fight until there is no one from the opposing guild daring to challenge them anymore.”

Hearing this, the guild members were all taken aback, not expecting the rules to change like this.

It used to be the Managers directly taking the field.

But today, it had been turned into a challenge match, which made it quite interesting.

Thinking so, Sun Bu’er said, “Please, both sides send up the first person for this round to the stage.”

Upon hearing this, a member from the Fishing Guild sprang up and leaped onto the stage, cupping his hands and saying, “From the Fishing Guild, Li Sanding, please enlighten me!”

Li Sanding was so eager to improve that, upon hearing the cue, he couldn’t wait to jump onto the stage.

Chen Jie and Wu Zhong exchanged glances without speaking.

It was now Guild Cao’s turn. Yu Biao stepped forward intending to advance, but saw the Manager block him and say, “Master, let me do it.”

Yu Biao frowned slightly, and the Manager said, “Since they’ve sent out their Second Ship Leader, we should send a manager. Otherwise, it might seem petty. Also, I’m worried they might use a rotation strategy against us.”

Hearing this, Yu Biao nodded slightly and said, “Fine, but be careful, Li Sanding is quite capable.”

The Manager chuckled and said, “Master, have you forgotten? I used to be an enforcer in our Guild Cao’s Ruijin Hall.”

Yu Biao was momentarily surprised, then nostalgically said, “Right, it’s been so many years since you’ve taken action. I had almost forgotten how you could take on ten men by yourself back then.”

The Manager chuckled and then leaped onto the stage with ease.

It seemed his strength was formidable.

Seeing it was the Manager who stepped up, Li Sanding couldn’t help but laugh and said, “Haha, Third Brother Zhang, after all these years have you finally couldn’t resist fighting again? I thought after so many years as a manager all you could do was work the abacus!”

The Manager untied the robe covering his body, revealing a short fighting outfit underneath and laughed.

“Li Sanding, do you still remember our fight back in the day?”

Li Sanding’s eyes sharpened, remembering the days when they were both enforcers in their guilds.

A guild’s structure was diverse, comprising logistics, rescue, daily tax collection, protection money, and specialists in fighting.

Both Li Sanding and the Manager had come from enforcers’ backgrounds.

Back when they were struggling to take over territories for their guilds, they often fought, but eventually their guild pledged allegiance to the court, following Darugachi’s command, and they began to develop harmoniously. They were then assigned to local positions as minor leaders.

Thinking of the past, the two immediately engaged in combat.

Li Sanding employed martial arts learned from the Fishing Guild known as the Eighteen Strikes, containing eighteen forms, wide-ranging and ferocious.

And the Manager used Little Thought, a technique emphasizing the release of immense power within a small square inch.

The two clashed head-on.

Li Sanding, with his expansive moves and powerful Eighteen Strikes, was formidable.

The Manager’s Little Thought maneuvered within a square inch, dodging and weaving, avoiding and flashing, a thunderclap in silence, emphasizing the unexpected.

Watching the two unravel and exchange moves, the guild members shouted encouragement.

Whenever one struck the other or forced a retreat, the members of both guilds erupted in various exclamations.

Chen Jie watched their battle, his gaze focusing on Yu Biao, who also looked back at him. It was as if the two shared a tacit understanding and smiled at each other.

However, their respective smiles hinted at their inner thoughts.

Yu Biao’s smile contained unconcealed murderous arrogance, while Chen Jie appeared reserved. Yet, within that restraint lay a hardly noticeable viciousness.

Meanwhile, the three big bosses on stage took a sip of tea.

Their tables were laden with seasonal fruits and various nuts, but the bosses remained uninterested, simply sipping their tea.

At that moment, Peng Shizhong said, “Brother Gu, these disciples from your Guild Cao are quite interesting. It’s no easy feat to train Little Thought to such a level.”

Gu Qingfeng sipped his tea and replied, “Brother Peng is too kind. After all, Little Thought is somewhat too petty, whereas the Fishing Guild’s Eighteen Strikes are more powerful.”

“It’s hardly sustainable for the long term, I’m afraid!”

Gu Qingfeng sipped his tea again and said, “Brother Peng is being modest. What can this small battle for the position of Village Chief of Xiantao Town really prove?”

“Is that so?” Peng Shizhong glanced at him.

Retreat!

At that moment, the Manager, with a close-ranged strike of Little Thought, landed a palm directly onto Li Sanding’s chest, aiming to push him off with a gentle force.

The Manager was confident. His close-ranged combat of Little Thought was formidable, something most people simply couldn’t withstand unless the opponent’s strength far exceeded his own.

But he knew his own strength, which he believed to be above San Liu’s, making him a Skin Buff powerhouse.

Therefore, he was certain that seizing this opportunity would allow him to seriously injure Li Sanding. Although Little Thought had small movements, similar to Yong Chun, it had its own power generation techniques.

It wasn’t Dark Force, but it was distinct from Ming Jin.

Dark Force was actually considered a form of Inner Strength, but Little Thought’s force still belonged to Ming Jin.

However, it was the type that struck after the opponent.

What does that mean?

We’ve all had an experience in life where, when someone tries to hit you, your body subconsciously defends itself.

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