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Wang Taiyi crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.
"And is this how you invite people? Coming to someone's dinner party so late at night, it shows no sincerity, and you came empty-handed, didn't you?"
Luo Tianhong nodded blankly. He had indeed come empty-handed. Was there a problem?
"Look, you people who invite others don't even know proper etiquette; they're clearly not going to amount to anything."
Luo Tianhong paused, then gave a wicked smile.
"So, Brother Tai, is this a rejection of our goodwill of loyalty and righteousness?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Wang Taiyi looked at Luo Tianhong strangely.
"Here's another piece of advice: don't laugh like that anymore, it can cause facial paralysis. There was a guy named Zhao Si who laughed like that before, and as he got older, he couldn't speak properly, he stuttered, he drooled, and his speech was twitchy."
As he spoke, Wang Taiyi even demonstrated a few of Zhao Si's classic speaking expressions to Luo Tianhong.
An insult! This is absolutely an insult!
Luo Tianhong's eyes flashed with murderous intent. This was simply too much! Her most charming features, her bangs and smile, had been insulted. Zhao Si? I'll go to hell with Zhao Si.
Today, my elder brother Lian Haolong asked him to come and invite Wang Taiyi for a gathering, and instructed him not to cause any conflict. But how can I tolerate this? When all tolerance is no longer possible, there is no need to tolerate it any longer.
"Snapped!"
Luo Tianhong's Han sword hilt protruded from the outside of the coffee table. He stepped on the hilt, causing the entire sword to spin and leap into the air before he grabbed it.
"awesome!"
Old Wang clapped his hands in praise.
"So this is a gift delivered to your door?"
"........."
Luo Tianhong placed the sword in his left hand, then placed his left hand on his waist, assuming a posture that would allow him to draw the sword as quickly as possible.
"Wang Taiyi, the legendary most powerful and invincible fighter in Hongxing, but actually... I've never believed you're the best in the world."
Old Wang picked his nose.
"Believe it or not."
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Chapter 156 Old Wang is angry
The phrase "believe it or not" has broken the defenses of countless inquisitive people, and Luo Tianhong was no exception.
Lian Haolong said that Old Wang was unfathomable, because apart from Wang Taiyi, no one else could come and go freely in and out of Kowloon Walled City.
Is Kowloon Walled City really that powerful? Luo Tianhong felt that his elder brother was making a mountain out of a molehill; Wang Taiyi was more like a spoiled brat than a master.
Looking at his posture, he has no manners at all, and there's not a trace of martial arts training in him. It's probably all thanks to his money.
Today, I, Luo Tianhong, will debunk this rumor.
"Please advise!"
With that roar, Luo Tianhong suddenly drew his sword and thrust it straight at Old Wang like lightning. His movements were swift and decisive, as if this sword strike was his life-or-death struggle.
"Shh!"
With a crisp sound, the longsword rang out in the air, demonstrating its incredible speed.
Luo Tianhong's longsword shot out swiftly like a viper's tongue, aiming directly at Old Wang's mouth. He wanted to cripple that foul mouth. This sword strike was as fast as the wind and as fierce as thunder, seemingly giving Old Wang no chance to dodge.
However, at this critical moment, Old Wang displayed an astonishing reaction speed. He slightly tilted his head, and the longsword that was originally aimed at his front teeth grazed past the tip of his nose, merely severing the cigarette butt in his mouth.
"Damn it! What are you doing!"
Old Wang was startled and couldn't help but curse. He looked down at the sofa with a small hole burned in it and felt a pang of heartache.
"Do you even know how much this sofa cost?! I picked it out myself."
Luo Tianhong was also very surprised by Lao Wang's quick reaction, but his attack did not stop. On the contrary, he became even faster. His long sword swept towards Lao Wang again like a whirlwind with sharp sword energy.
"when!"
Luo Tianhong's Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves strike, aimed straight at the opponent's neck, was blocked by Old Wang's index finger.
Luo Tianhong exclaimed in surprise.
"Hard Qigong!"
This was something Luo Tianhong hadn't expected. There were already few people practicing martial arts in this era, and even fewer practicing hard qigong.
Hard Qigong is difficult to learn because it has a lineage and requires various unique medicinal baths. It's not something you can learn just by wanting to. It is said that Wang Jiu, a Shaolin outcast, from Kowloon Walled City, practiced Divine Strike and Hard Qigong.
Wang Taiyi waved his index finger.
"NO NO NO! Hard qigong is nothing, Brother Tai has Super Saiyan blood! Ever watched Dragon Ball? He's the Super Saiyan from the Namekian arc..."
"You're kidding me!"
Luo Tianhong completely ignored Lao Wang's nonsense. His Han sword flashed out like lightning, carrying a sharp sword aura, aiming straight for Lao Wang's vitals.
"So what if it's hard qigong?" Luo Tianhong thought to himself. There is no such thing as a perfect thing in this world. No matter how powerful hard qigong is, it must have a weakness, or so-called vulnerability. Luo Tianhong firmly believed that with his swift swordsmanship, he would definitely be able to find Old Wang's vulnerability.
Luo Tianhong's swordplay was as fierce as a sudden storm, his attacks were cunning and fast, dazzling the eye.
The genitals, throat, eyes, chest, armpits... all these vital parts of the human body were targets of Luo Tianhong's attacks.
Luo Tianhong's swift sword danced through the air like a silver lightning bolt.
Each sword strike contained immense power, whether slashing, cutting, pointing, or stabbing... The sword shadows flew, and the sword energy crisscrossed, enveloping the entire living room in this powerful sword energy, like a magnificent sword dance performance.
However, it was all in vain. Despite Luo Tianhong's exquisite swordsmanship, he still failed to cause any real damage to Lao Wang. Lao Wang simply extended a finger and easily blocked all of Luo Tianhong's attacks.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!..."
Aside from his skills, Old Wang's other attributes—mind, body, technique, strength, and speed—have long surpassed those of a human. He may look like a person, but he isn't.
Wang Taiyi could block Luo Tianhong's longsword with one hand while still having the other free to pick his nose.
Yeah, I've been feeling a bit irritable lately, and my nose is quite dry.
Seeing Luo Tianhong's face turn red from straining, Wang Taiyi even started singing a little tune:
"Dou Erdun with the blue face stole the imperial horse—Tianhong with the red face fought his father..."
The barrage of attacks had really annoyed Old Wang.
"I said, are you ever going to shut up?"
Wang Taiyi, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, looked very classy, but his trousers had been cut into shorts by Luo Tianhong.
Although Wang Taiyi was stronger than Luo Tianhong in every aspect, he was still very strong when his "skill" reached a certain level. At least, Lao Wang could not completely block his sword.
Various tricks and feints, aiming east while striking west, aiming north while stabbing east, even with a quick reaction, are impossible to defend against. Often, when you extend your hand, it gets blocked by another hand or something.
That's enough!
When Luo Tianhong stabbed him in the chrysanthemum again with a sword, Old Wang got angry and said, "Your zodiac animal is a dog, isn't it? It's an African hyena!"
Wang Taiyi leaped three zhang high and pounced on Luo Tianhong like a toad.
"Click, click!"
The toilet boy huddled in a corner, munching on a cucumber while watching the show. "Wow, the old man's legs are so long! And that blue-haired guy can even bend over backwards, amazing!"
In the few short seconds that Wang Taiyi was suspended in mid-air, Luo Tianhong's longsword had already stabbed him more than a dozen times in the face, between his eyebrows and eyes. Although it didn't break through his defenses, it still hurt. This made Old Wang blink frantically. This time, he was really about to become Zhao Si.
"Damn it, eat my leg."
Wang Taiyi did a somersault in the air and then swung his long leg at Luo Tianhong.
"Takagi, Takagi Scratcher—Battle Axe!!"
Unfortunately, Old Wang's rubber battle axe was too long. By the time his thigh came down, Luo Tianhong had already dodged three meters away and stabbed back several times.
"Boom!"
The sofa was split in two by Old Wang's long legs.
"Dry!"
As soon as Wang Taiyi landed, he suddenly felt a chill on his chrysanthemum.
Looking back, I saw Luo Tianhong kneeling on the ground, staring ahead, pointing his left hand at the moon, his long sword already piercing Old Wang's chrysanthemum.
Luo Tianhong frowned, feeling that the Changlin Sword could not be pushed forward. Clearly, this was still not the weak point.
Yeah, who would have thought that Lao Wang's Achilles' heel was his ID card and all sorts of membership cards?
"Ok?"
Why couldn't he draw his longsword? Had the other party grabbed it? Luo Tianhong turned his head to look, and what he saw shocked him.
Old Wang had his back to him, his two buttocks clamping the long sword tightly, and no matter how hard Luo Tianhong tried, he couldn't pull it out.
Luo Tianhong was dumbfounded.
I've heard of disarming someone with bare hands, but I've never heard of disarming someone with your buttocks! Is that even human?