Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses-Chapter 578 - 555: Rallying Support

Upon hearing this, the crowd below the platform erupted.

"No wonder Manor Master Li hasn’t come out for so long, it turns out he was ambushed!"

"Despicable Grassland People, always resorting to such despicable means!"

"How is the behavior of the National Preceptor’s Office any different from beasts?

Might as well charge directly at them, there’s no need to talk about righteousness and morality. We have so many people here that we could bury them if we piled on top!"

Facing the crowd filled with righteous indignation, the red-haired youth Tuoba Hong was unafraid and sneered, "Li Weizhou, if you’re scared, just admit defeat early!

Why make excuses, telling jokes about me ordering an ambush?

Let me ask you, did you see me give the order, or did you catch someone and have evidence? Are all the revered figures of the Central Plains martial arts world this shameless?"

"Shameless!" Situ Mang was so angry his face turned red, not expecting to be countered.

Tuoba Hong continued, "If you really can’t manage, have a match with my servant, and if you win, it can be considered as not breaking your promise, how about it?"

"Harihauer."

"Here!"

From behind Tuoba Hong, out flashed a man nearly a foot tall, with a bear-like waist and shoulders broader than most men’s thighs.

His head was adorned with tight little braids that fell to his neck, his skin was dark, his eyes narrow and hawk-like.

His bare torso was covered with scars, scabs, and new red-purple protruding flesh like centipedes crawling over his body.

Even from a distance, the crowd could sense his bravery and toughness.

"Li Weizhou, come and fight me!" The burly man called Harihauer jumped onto the stage and beckoned over towards Yun Jin Manor with an arrogant gaze.

"Do you dare challenge Manor Master Li?" A young, handsome man in black tight-fitting clothing leapt onto the stage, proclaiming, "Fenglei Sect’s Yun Xiaofeng, here to fight you!"

"He’s Situ Mang’s senior disciple Yun Xiaofeng, known as ’Young Master Fenglei’.

His martial arts skills fully received the true inheritance from his master. A few years ago, he fought through Mount Evildoer alone, making the top ten evildoers flee in disarray!"

"Yun Xiaofeng’s talent is astounding and his martial arts cultivation does not pale compared to many famous masters; defeating this dog slave is no problem.

He might even be able to take on that National Preceptor’s disciple Tuoba Hong."

Under the expectant gazes of the onlooking crowd, Yun Xiaofeng immediately engaged Harihauer.

"Watch the punch!"

Yun Xiaofeng threw a punch, producing a sharp whistling sound as it sliced through the air.

At the same time, as he gathered strength in his muscles and bones while emitting, dispersing, and absorbing force alternately, it emitted a thunderous bursting sound.

It sounded like a mix of wind and thunder, full of movement.

The exotic race’s burly man, Harihauer, upon receiving the first punch, retreated two steps.

Afterwards, he only defended and didn’t attack, continually retreating, appearing completely incapable of counterattacking.

"Good!"

"Just a mere servant, can’t even match up to ’Young Master Fenglei’, and dares to challenge ’One Palm Plains’?"

Amidst the crowd’s cheers, the situation abruptly turned!

Just as Yun Xiaofeng forced Harihauer to the edge of the stage, without caring about a punch aimed at his chest, he suddenly accelerated and charged forward fiercely.

’Bang!’

After Yun Xiaofeng’s fist hit his chest, his expression changed drastically, feeling as if he’d struck steel.

Meanwhile, Harihauer rushed forward with a cruel smile, enveloping him in a bear hug, then tightened his grip fiercely!

’Crack, snap!’

The crisp sound of breaking bones echoed continuously.

When Harihauer finally released his grasp, Yun Xiaofeng’s body collapsed to the ground like a puddle of boneless mush, dead beyond measure!

"My disciple!" Situ Mang, eyes bloodshot with hate, charged onto the stage, "Beast, I’ll kill you!"

"Old man, come on!"

Against a famed master like Situ Mang, Harihauer didn’t dare be careless, defending even more cautiously.

However, the opponent’s hand technique was even fiercer than before.

Every time it landed on Harihauer’s arm, it made a crisp crunching sound, causing him to grin and bear it.

Moments later, his entire body was covered in red marks, and his skin was almost oozing blood.

"Well done!"

"Kill him!"

The crowd below shouted hoarsely, eager to see Situ Mang kill the exotic race.

Harihauer’s previous hug that killed was too brutal, and he had slain a talented youth from their side.

This incited the hostility in the crowd’s hearts, everyone wanting him dead.

Feeling the crowd’s urging and fueled by the anger from his disciple’s death,

Situ Mang’s murderous intent grew even stronger, desperate to kill the exotic race before him.

However, as Harihauer continued to defend, he finally exposed a gap, as the saying goes, long defenses will eventually fail.

Situ Mang’s eyes lit up, and he fiercely punched towards Harihauer’s right flank with an almost unreserved force!

’Crack!’

A distinct cracking sound of bone fracture echoed, and Hariron’s mouth also oozed with blood.

However, before Sima Mang could retract his fist,

Hariron suddenly grabbed with both hands, firmly clutching his arms.

He displayed a fierce smile, his bald head glowed with qi-blood red light, and he fiercely crashed towards the immovable Sima Mang!

’Bang!’

Sima Mang’s face received a heavy blow, and he screamed in pain.

Simultaneously, his other hand instinctively struck towards Hariron’s chest, trying to force him to let go.

Hariron, blood still trickling at the corners of his mouth, ignored it and continuously assaulted with violent headbutts.

He smashed Sima Mang’s face to the point of near collapse, all blood and bone shards, until finally, his left arm also weakly fell.

Seeing this, Hariron suddenly clawed at Sima Mang’s throat.

Only the crunching sound of ’crack’ was heard, and this master of Wind and Thunder Fist met his tragic demise on the arena!

"Brother Sima!"

Li Weizhou, seeing his friend killed, jumped onto the arena in grief and indignation.

But as soon as he exerted his power, his complexion changed and his body swayed unsteadily on the spot, barely able to stand, indicating the severity of his injuries!

"Come on!"

Although covered in blood, Hariron’s qi and blood still surged fiercely, his eyes locked viciously on the opposite side, like a feral wolf ready to pounce at any moment.

"How can this servant be so fierce? Even Sect Leader Sima is no match!"

"Calling him a servant, but actually he is a death warrior secretly trained by Wanma Country, using secret techniques to unleash his potential, thus matching the top masters of our martial arts world.

They won’t live long, so each is fearless of death. When they achieve merits, their families receive better care!"

Someone exposed the lie about the so-called ’servants.’

But by this time, no one cared about the truth.

On the arena, Hariron, full of killing intent, charged at Li Weizhou.

And Li Weizhou, originally known for his formidable hand techniques, instead dodged left and right, without any ability to counter.

"Tsk, tsk, Manor Master Li, it seems you truly have an ailment. Heaven doesn’t grant one’s desires, does it?

However, if you pledge loyalty to my Wanma Country and come over to the brighter side, shall we consider this a draw?" The red-haired youth Tuo Bahong said with a sneering smile.

"You’re dreaming!" Li Weizhou roared in anger.

’Slap!’

In a moment of distraction, he was punched on the left shoulder by Hariron, stumbling backward.

"I must think of something!"

"This wretched servant is too arrogant!"

The other martial artists who came to assist were immensely angry.

They wanted to rush onto the arena to relieve Li Weizhou, but when faced with Tuo Bahong’s menacingly threatening eyes, and recalling how even Sima Mang was brutally killed by this servant, each hesitated, not daring to advance.

If even Sima Mang is not a match for this servant, how can we win by going up?

One life to live, no one would squander it.

Before long, Li Weizhou was punched in the chest again by Hariron, his whole body flew backward swiftly, half-kneeling on the ground, hair disheveled, and he spewed a big mouthful of blood with a ’wah.’

"Despicable, utterly despicable!"

The crowd below was both furious and helpless.

"Not good!"

On the stage, Li Weizhou had almost exhausted all his strength, while Hariron had already gotten close, clawing fiercely towards his neck.

Li Weizhou desperately leaped to the side, awkwardly dodging.

But he was pessimistic at heart, realizing he couldn’t hold out much longer.

A reputation of a lifetime, is it about to be ruined here?

’Dada da!’

’Dada da!’

At this moment, the sound of dense hoofbeats came from afar.

"Luckily, just in time!"

A voice full of surprise reached everyone’s ears.

’Dada da!’

Subsequently, a figure on horseback swiftly galloped to the base of the arena, shouting loudly, "Stop!"

"Who are you?" Hariron fiercely focused his eyes, looking at the young man who suddenly appeared.

’Why did they refer to you, not you all?’

Wang Yukai, sitting on a horse, turned his head in bewilderment.

He realized he had arrived alone, exposed in the sight of everyone.

Lou Yi and the others, including his virtuous wife, for some reason, stopped their horses at a distance and did not follow in time.

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