260: Chapter 257 Come here, get beaten.

Things having reached this point, Li Changsheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This Wan Qianhe was not only a martial arts fanatic, but also a very smooth-talking one. If you didn't fight someone like him, he would always be thinking of ways to pester you.

He was just like a rogue.

"Master Wan, fists and feet have no eyes. Our strength is similar; if I can't hold back, you can't blame me!"

"Haha! If I were afraid, I wouldn't have spoken up."

Wan Qianhe laughed heartily, then his expression immediately turned serious. "Master Li, please!"

As the two officially took their positions, they drew everyone's attention again. Many of the younger generation clearly admired Wan Qianhe even more.

In the martial arts circle, there aren't many trivialities; there is only strength. If you are strong, you earn respect.

In such a nearly semi-closed environment, this situation was even more pure.

This could also be seen from the size of the Xia Country martial arts area. It seemed not small, but compared to some well-known combat sports, it was actually a bit small and crowded, resulting in training spaces that weren't very abundant.

"Master Zhang, you came here with this Master Li, aren't you worried?"

Chen Youcai looked suspiciously at Zhang Zhao nearby, only to find him with his arms crossed and a look of anticipation on his Face, without any sign of worry.

Although it was just a spar, the two on the field were clearly going to get serious.

"Haven't you already tested my Brother Li's strength? You don't believe in him?" Zhang Zhao looked at him with amusement.

"This... of course not, Master Li is still very powerful."

Chen Youcai gave an embarrassed smile. He had lost to Li Changsheng himself; belittling the other party would be the same as belittling himself.

As the saying goes, 'everyone carries the sedan chair'—it's about mutual respect.

"Then just watch. Brother Li is very good at fighting. I haven't seen this Master Wan make a move, but I have great confidence in Brother Li."

"I see..."

Chen Youcai nodded. Although he didn't know where Zhang Zhao's confidence came from, Li Changsheng's strength might be a bit better than his, but he was so young after all.

In Kung Fu, age is sometimes very important. Often, the thirties are when a Martial Master is most experienced and at their peak fighting capability.

Could this Master Li be so young and yet so capable of fighting?

"Everyone, Master Li and I are having a spar. According to the rules, please help block the view and step back a bit. I, Wan, thank you all!"

Wan Qianhe then cupped his hands toward the crowd.

Seeing this, some older generation Martial Artists nodded, and the younger Martial Masters followed suit. They knowingly turned their backs, forming a human wall to block the view from other areas.

"Who wants to challenge Master Wan?"

Just as Li Changsheng and Wan Qianhe were preparing to perform the fist-and-palm salute to start the fight, a shout suddenly rang out from outside the crowd.

Several burly men wearing white Karate uniforms pushed through the crowd and walked in.

The Japanese Faction?

Seeing this group of people, Li Changsheng frowned, not understanding what this group of Japanese people was doing here.

In traditional martial arts, when two people are sparring, rushing out so recklessly is breaking the rules. It could be said to offend both sides.

Especially this—

"Yamamoto, what do you mean by this?"

Wan Qianhe's tone was also displeased.

"Master Wan, your Kung Fu is very powerful. I heard someone wanted to challenge you, and that won't do. You are an opponent that I, Yamamoto Gojuro, must defeat. Before that, no one can challenge you!"

This Yamamoto Gojuro pointed his finger at Li Changsheng, then looked at Wan Qianhe. His Xia Country language was very standard, clear and resonant, and his voice was deep. He was about thirty years old, with a physique that wasn't very tall but was very bulky—a heavyweight 'short-barreled cannon' type with a short neck and short legs.

"Haha! Haha! Master Wan, you're quite the popular one. The Japanese Faction is thinking about you every day!"

Li Changsheng's words seemed like mere teasing, but upon hearing them, Wan Qianhe's Face immediately darkened.

A pair of cold eyes stared at the ignorant Yamamoto Gojuro.

"Yamamoto... is the business of our Xia Country martial arts circle something you can interfere in? Besides, Master Li and I are about to spar. Yamamoto, please leave!"

Master Wan's expression was cold.

"Interfere? I suppose so. However, before that, I want to challenge this Mr. Li. If you want to fight Mr. Wan, you must first defeat me, Yamamoto Gojuro!"

Yamamoto Gojuro shook his head nonchalantly, completely ignoring Wan Qianhe. His purpose for coming here was very clear, with the spearhead pointed directly at Li Changsheng.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions became very strange.

Li Changsheng could no longer laugh, and his expression turned somewhat unsightly.

The trouble Wan Qianhe provoked ended up finding its way to him. Did they think he was an easy target?

It was one thing for the Japanese Faction not to know the rules, but picking a fight for no reason was unbearable.

"Master Wan!"

Li Changsheng glanced at Wan Qianhe, his tone a bit unpleasant. "This matter was originally caused by you. The Japanese Faction doesn't know the rules; logically, you should be the one to teach them."

"I'll handle this..."

Wan Qianhe was about to speak, but Li Changsheng immediately waved his hand and said, "Since he has already come for me, I, Li Changsheng, am not made of clay, nor do I have the heart of a Bodhisattva. I will settle this for you, and you will owe me a favor."

I will settle this for you, and you will owe me a favor.

"Fine!"

With almost only a slight hesitation, Wan Qianhe nodded.

Normally, he should indeed be the one to handle it, but the Japanese man was practically pointing at Master Li's nose and cursing. Any Martial Master with a bit of a temper wouldn't be able to resist taking action themselves.

But business is business; this matter was indeed Wan Qianhe's fault.

"Miss Lux, is there any rule here about injuring, crippling, or killing someone during a match?" Li Changsheng glanced at Lux, who was waiting on the side.

Hearing Li Changsheng ask this and seeing his calm but murderous gaze, Lux couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Mr. Li... please don't be impulsive..."

"How will it be settled if I beat him to death or cripple him?" Li Changsheng spoke again, still very brief, but his words brooked no doubt.

"This... the company doesn't mind private brawls. As long as it's not a serious injury, the company's medical team can handle it. However, I suggest Mr. Li settle the matter in the arena match three days from now."

"What if I want to kill him?"

Li Changsheng said indifferently. According to the rules of the older generation, a spar is just a spar, not a performance, and certainly not a life-and-death struggle. Regardless of the outcome, no third party would be informed.

Originally, Li Changsheng didn't care about these things—after all, times have changed—but Wan Qianhe cared, so he had to follow the rules too. That way, both sides would keep Face.

Yamamoto Gojuro's appearance was undoubtedly a harsh slap to both of their Faces.

"This... this... it's not impossible. We have professional arena contracts, but the process..."

"Then forget it. Sometimes being alive is more painful than being dead," Li Changsheng said coldly, waving his hand.

"Master Li, you are too arrogant! If your strength doesn't match your tone, disasters can easily happen."

Yamamoto Gojuro had been listening from beginning to end, and his Face was naturally very sour, feeling somewhat looked down upon.

"Come here and take a beating!"

"You..."

Hearing Li Changsheng's words, Yamamoto Gojuro could no longer restrain his anger, which flared up instantly. The group of Karate black belt experts behind him also had Faces full of fury.