Prodigal System in the Flourishing City

"This is Imperial after all, winning in any other aspect wouldn’t be honorable, and it wouldn’t make me happy either."
Lin Feng said with a smile on his face, bluntly, "I know you have capable people under your command, even the Fierce Tiger War God—Zhang Meng. So, I’ve also recently taken a great general under my wing, why don’t you just send someone out? Let them compete. Their victory or defeat will be ours. How about that?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a person stepped forward from behind Lin Feng.
This person had a build like a tiger’s back and a bear’s waist, gigantic in stature, eyes shining with a fierce light, resembling a humanoid tyrannosaurus, standing there and instantly intimidating the entire venue!
It was clear that Lin Feng had been prepared for this moment all along.
"Baji Lineage, Xiong Wenbai." The humanoid tyrannosaurus bowed with a fist raised proudly, "I have long heard of the illustrious reputation of the Fierce Tiger War God of the past, and I’ve come today expressly to ask for guidance."
"Hiss!"
Hearing Xiong Wenbai announcing his lineage, the Zhou Family people took a sharp intake of breath.
"Actually recruiting someone from the Baji Lineage, Young Master Lin is indeed making big moves, managing to recruit such a person."
"Certainly, Young Master Lin has prepared in advance. Young Master Lin is sure to win!"
"Yes, Young Master Lin is sure to win!"
"..."
Zhou Jingyuan’s pupils shrank as well.
Her heart was filled with panic.
She had not expected that Lin Feng would actually call for a person from the martial arts world!
Could she still not escape her fate?
She couldn’t help but tightly grasp Lu Xiaobu’s arm, only this way did she feel slightly warm.
"Relax, if worse comes to worst, I’ll accept his terms."
Lu Xiaobu patted Zhou Jingyuan’s hand, comforting her.
However, this was just to comfort Zhou Jingyuan; he had no intention of losing.
"Is Baji very strong?" Lu Xiaobu asked.
"It seems Young Master Lu is unfamiliar with martial arts matters," Lin Feng laughed, a winner’s smile, "Well then, Xiong Wenbai, show Young Master Lu what you’ve got."
"Yes!"
Xiong Wenbai, looking at Lu Xiaobu, had a trace of disdain in his eyes, seemingly annoyed that Lu Xiaobu was not aware of his fame.
Lin Feng’s words were also to his liking.
"Watch closely! To broaden your horizons so you don’t embarrass yourself outside later!"
Having said that, he stomped his foot suddenly, utilizing the Shock Character Technique of Baji Fist.
The ground trembled slightly, and when he lifted his foot, a footprint about an inch deep was imprinted on the floor.
Seeing this scene, the people around them changed complexion instantaneously!
Whether those previously familiar with martial arts or those unfamiliar, everyone was stunned by this sight!
To stamp a footprint on a cement floor with sheer physical power!
This has got to be a joke!
This is the kind of scene you only see in martial arts novels!
Xiong Wenbai, seeing the look in the eyes of people around, raised his head, looked disdainfully at Lu Xiaobu, "Did you see, Young Master Lu? If this foot was on you, I’m afraid it would cost you your life!"
Lu Xiaobu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he remained silent.
"Young Master Lu don’t take offense; the disciples of the Baji Lineage are somewhat brash, he didn’t mean any harm, no offense intended," Lin Feng said with a smile.
But the confrontational meaning in his words was not diminished at all.
His words meant one thing: concession!
And when is concession spoken?
By the victor, after victory.
He believed he was certain to win!
"Zhang Meng, your thoughts?" Lu Xiaobu spoke out.
"Young Master," Zhang Meng showed a trace of shame, "I could try, but..."
He was beside himself with anger, yet felt powerless.
Just like he said before, he might be able to kill one hundred alone, but he could not fight against a hundred by himself!
In terms of gun skills, fighting, killing, he could say without modesty that he was nearly an all-capable killing machine, unafraid in battlefield charges or in guerrilla jungle warfare.
But in this kind of pure close combat, he really couldn’t guarantee victory.
"What about Li Jin?"
Lu Xiaobu asked again.
"I should be able to, wearing him down shouldn’t be a problem."
Li Jin nodded and said.
He has now cultivated the "Green Emperor Longevity Technique" and is no longer an ordinary person.
However, the only pity is that the "Green Emperor Longevity Technique" is not the kind of cultivation technique designed for tough battles; it can only rely on powerful recovery abilities and slowly wear down the opponent!
"Then forget it, if I win, I want it to be a handsome victory—I don’t like protracted battles."
Lu Xiaobu shook his head.
Seeing the murmuring over at Lu Xiaobu’s side.
Lin Feng showed a smug smile: "How about it? Lu Xiaobu, can’t handle it? Just obediently agree to my terms."
Happy, very happy!
Although he knew he would definitely win, the moment it came, he still couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly excited.
"Can’t handle it?" Lu Xiaobu chuckled: "I was just thinking about how I can end the battle faster; after all, I’m already tired."
"Such arrogance!"
Hearing these words, Xiong Wenbai couldn’t take it anymore: "Are you saying, Young Master Lu, you want to try it out yourself?!"
Quickly ending a battle—that’s something that the fiercest practitioners of Baji, always talk about.
Now, hearing it from Lu Xiaobu’s mouth was simply unacceptable.
Was he looking down on his Baji Lineage?
"If I must do it myself, then I will."
Lu Xiaobu tilted his head and took a step forward.
"Young Master!"
Liang Lan’s nerves tightened instantly.
She quickly grabbed hold of Lu Xiaobu!
What a joke!
The opponent was someone who could leave imprints with his feet.
If the Young Master went up personally, wouldn’t that be courting death... spit spit spit, I can’t say such things!
"Xiaobu!"
Zhou Jingyuan also hugged Lu Xiaobu tightly, her eyes showing a pleading look.
Although she really wanted Lu Xiaobu to rescue her from her misery.
If it meant exchanging it for Lu Xiaobu’s safety.
She would rather not!
"Young Master, let me go instead."
Li Jin also intervened: "I can do it, Young Master doesn’t like to drag things out, so I’ll just do it quickly."
Not just them, even Lin Feng, the enemy, started to persuade: "Lu Xiaobu, stop fooling around, what are you doing? You’re not someone who can’t take a loss! What’s the point of doing this?"
Everyone was trying to stop Lu Xiaobu, only Zhang Meng wore a thoughtful look, whispering: "Young Master, the concert?"
He remembered the concert, where the Young Master was invulnerable!
If that was the case, he wouldn’t worry!
"En!"
Lu Xiaobu nodded.
Zhang Meng might look simple, but he was very attentive,
That’s also why Lu Xiaobu habitually has him handle matters.
"Whew!"
Hearing Lu Xiaobu’s response, Zhang Meng took a deep breath, reassured, and said to the others: "It’s okay, the Young Master can win."
"Uh..."
Hearing Zhang Meng’s words, everyone frowned.
What’s going on?
Has even Zhang Meng lost his mind?
But by this time, Lu Xiaobu had already freed himself from the crowd’s restraint and walked to the front of the stage.
"Do you really want to go on yourself?"
Xiong Wenbai almost laughed so hard his stomach hurt: "Aren’t you afraid I’ll really beat you to death? I don’t do mercy."
"Beat me to death?" Lu Xiaobu scoffed, pointing at the Zhou Family’s main gate and said indifferently: "You believe it or not, I can just walk over to the gate and you won’t be able to touch a single hair on me, your so-called Baji Lineage, is a joke in my eyes."
Upon saying this—
The atmosphere of the entire Zhou Family instantly froze!
Xiong Wenbai’s face contorted with fury.
Claiming his Baji Lineage couldn’t lay a finger on someone!
This was the ultimate insult!
Only fresh blood could wash it away!