"Anyway, I have no retreat. If I am to die, let it be on the ring!"
Li Xian hoarsely spoke.
Bi Hao's expression turned ugly. Such a lowly creature dared to block his path, and he said:
"Fine, fine, fine! You're asking for death yourself."
Pang Long raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of admiration rose in his heart, "Quickly begin, the incense is almost burned out. The last one standing on the ring shall claim victory."
His words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Bi Hao clenched his fists, victory in sight, unable to calm his heart.
He wished to quickly knock Li Xian off and stand alone on the stage, becoming a Nursing Home member. He took a deep breath and aggressively approached, throwing a punch straight at him.
Li Xian raised his arms to block and protect his head.
"Bang!" The fist hit his forearm, immediately turning it purple.
This was one of the forms of the Three Talents Boxing Method, the "Earth Domain Fist," aiming for simplicity, advancing steadily, with no particular strengths or weaknesses.
The Three Talents Boxing Method... is a widely circulated basic fist technique, consisting of Heaven, Earth, and Man as the three talents.
Some days ago.
Bi Hao consumed the "Essence Treasure Soup," his inner qi endlessly flowing, and that day, he broke through with the Three Talents Boxing Method.
Advanced to the Second Layer.
The Earth Domain Fist, though simple, carries a sense of solidity. Against servants who know no martial arts, it is nearly a sure win.
After a few punches, Li Xian's arms were in extreme pain, enduring through sheer tenacity.
Although he had not learned the "Three Talents Boxing Method," he had watched Bi Hao's fist technique under the ring just now.
In the previous bouts, that Bi Hao, full of himself, wanted to flaunt intentionally, seeking Commander Pang's favor.
Thus, he deliberately showed off his martial arts mastery, revealing his techniques and moves, unaware that Li Xian had memorized them secretly.
"It's almost time..."
Li Xian endured a moment longer, suddenly seeing Bi Hao's movements becoming larger, joy rising in his heart, the awaited moment had arrived.
At this instant, he let out a low roar.
Fury surged from his chest.
The first move of the Wild Bull Fist, "Wild Bull Charge," was struck out in an instant, the punch flowed smoothly, momentum gathered for a long time.
At the moment of striking, it was as if a wild bull charged fiercely, a sharp horn crashing forward!
"Ah!"
Bi Hao was shocked, hurriedly shifting from attack to defense.
This punch didn't defeat Bi Hao, but it completely threw him off balance.
Li Xian murmured in his heart: "Green Bull Tail Swing!"
Turning around to swing his fist, using the twist of his waist and abdomen, enhancing the power of the punch! Although it was a fist technique, it was no less skillful, like a whip.
All the countless swings of the past were for this moment. A warm current from the dantian flowed to the fist, the force was substantial!
Bam!
This punch landed on Bi Hao's shoulder, almost crippling it, a faint cracking sound of bones could be heard.
But it wasn't Bi Hao's, it was Li Xian's. As a servant, underfed, poorly clothed, physically weak, with poor bone quality.
In contrast, Bi Hao, taken care of by an uncle, lived a life far too comfortable.
Li Xian endured the pain, without a word. Bi Hao, however, let out a miserable cry, wanting to distance himself after feeling the pain.
At a quick glance, it seemed as if Bi Hao's bone was cracked.
"Trying to run!"
Li Xian only knew three forms, this set of moves must be executed unexpectedly, for a decisive win, or else it would be useless.
At this moment, he reached out with his left hand, using the technique "Weeding."
On this ring, naturally, there's no grass to weed, but Li Xian's target was Bi Hao's hair!
He grabbed his hair, and the third move "Wild Bull Head Lift" delivered as promised to his face.
With this punch, Bi Hao's facial features caved in, a patch of hair on his head was uprooted, blood seeping through.
Li Xian finally added a kick, knocking him off the ring.
At the same time, the last bit of incense burned out, everything calculated just right!
He didn't need to win many times, just the most crucial one.
Bi Hao clutched his scalp, reaching out to a handful of blood, painfully gritting his teeth and cursing: "Son of a turtle!"
"You mongrel dog, mongrel dog, I'll kill you!"
Bi Hao rolled up his sleeves, intending to return to the ring. He already grasped that this kid's fist techniques were far from complete.
If not, he would have taken the opportunity to beat me to death rather than kicking me off the ring.
"You little brat, you've hidden well, huh."
"Hiding so deeply, must be for this moment, come again, see how I cripple you."
Bi Hao's face was ruthless, his heart filled with fury.
"The competition is over," Pang Long said blandly.
Bi Hao was taken aback, only then did he come to his senses.
Looking at the long incense on the side, it had burned out, and the smoke had already dissipated.
His heart sank, he couldn't afford to get angry, suddenly not knowing where he was, or what to do, he said blankly:
"I... lost?!"
After repeatedly confirming in his heart, his gaze swept over everyone. The nursing home attendants and servants looked on strangely, none of them had expected this outcome.
"The nursing home competition... lost? Lost to the most inconspicuous wretch?"
The outline of the truth gradually became clear.
A buzzing sounded in his brain.
After a short while, there was still a faint hope in his heart:
"Even if I fell off the stage, my martial arts mastery is obviously superior, not something these wretches can compare to."
"Perhaps I've already gained Commander Pang's appreciation! If I strive again, there might still be a chance!"
So he mustered up his courage, and said, "Commander Pang, rules are dead, but people are alive."
"My martial arts are higher than his, everyone has seen it. The purpose of the competition must be to select martial arts talents. Might I... have another fight with that wretch... Brother Li?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Pang Long blandly said, "The competition is over, Li Xian has won."
"Grand Commander Pang... Grand Commander Pang..." Bi Hao became even more flustered.
"Return to the Servant Room as a servant." Pang Long concluded, waving his hand impatiently.
"But..." Bi Hao gritted his teeth, feeling extreme dissatisfaction in his heart, "Commander Pang, I have objections to the rules, this is unfair, I implore..."
Pang Long looked at him but did not respond.
Bi Hao suddenly woke up, lowered his head, "Whatever Commander Pang says goes, this kid... has lost."
Li Xian let out a heavy breath, and thought to himself, "I've finally taken the first step, today's big gamble was not in vain."
"That Bi Hao broke his head with countless calculations, but never expected that I would be the one to win in the end. At this moment, he probably hates me to death."
Involuntarily, he looked towards Bi Hao.
"It's all ruined... all ruined, I... I clearly prepared so painstakingly, yet in the end, I still lost!"
"Clearly someone as lowly as this, yet he insists on competing with me. Wouldn't it be better to honestly stay as a servant! Curse it, curse it."
"If Uncle Luo knew, how would I explain this."
Bi Hao was dispirited and his heart was in turmoil as if in a dream, unwilling to accept this reality.
Li Xian walked over to him, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Bi, thank you for your care in the Servant Room."
"You wretch..." Bi Hao was about to curse, but was faced with Li Xian's smiling face.
Li Xian was now a nursing home attendant, and the term "wretch" was more rightly used by Li Xian to curse him.
It should be known that his maternal uncle, Luo Fang, who managed to achieve the rank of Steward, also depended on his past as a nursing home attendant!
Becoming a nursing home attendant meant having the opportunity to gain exposure to the seemingly simple martial arts revealed by the Madam!
For ordinary people, gaining just a bit of it could be endlessly beneficial, just as it was for Luo Fang.
The reversal of identity and the change in status made Bi Hao feel even more distressed. All of this was originally his!
"Brother Li, congratulations." Bi Hao's smile was more wretched than crying.
"Congratulations to you too." Li Xian originally wanted to retort and curse Bi Hao as a wretch to vent his resentment.
But then he thought, the term "wretch" should best be left unsaid.
The person being cursed undoubtedly feels very uncomfortable.
But the person cursing... in a sense, admits to oneself that he and others are lowly: as long as one has a higher status, one can regard those of lower status as wretches.
In doing so, it is the person cursing who more aligns with the reference of "wretch."
In the future, when facing those with even higher status, one would unconsciously lower oneself by a notch, putting oneself in the category of "wretches."
After all, that is how one treats one's subordinates.
Li Xian can conform to the rules of the world and climb up step by step. But he doesn't want to be assimilated and become like Bi Hao.
When Bi Hao heard the words "Congratulations to you too," his heart ached with anger.
This impact was more lethal than insulting words.
Bi Hao spat through gritted teeth, "Con... congratulations." Clutching his stifled chest, he hurriedly left the courtyard.
In the distance, Pang Long nodded silently.
Victorious but not arrogant, patient yet not cowardly.
This kid... is quite interesting.
"Newcomer, follow me." Pang Long called out.