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As Gu Ping thought of it, he began to inscribe the impromptu poem he had just composed onto the stone wall beside the platform. The scene magnified with Gu Ping's actions, and soon everyone joined in reading the lines he had written.
"Maple Forest, red as fire,
The setting sun illuminates the golden autumn.
Alone at Zhu Ping Peak,
Wishing to contend with heaven and earth,
To contend with heaven and earth, truly, how exhilarating!"
A bold man read the first line and felt a surge of masculine heroism rising within him. He suddenly realized that the robust figure dressed in fur, who seemed undeniably strong, truly exuded a sense of grandeur. The golden sunset bathed Gu Ping in a dazzling light, making him appear radiant and inspiring awe in those who beheld him.
Someone passed by Gu Ping, glanced at the poem inscribed above him, and remarked, "Brother, what a refined interest," before turning to leave. It was evident that everyone at that point was nearly exhausted and no longer wished to fight.
Watching that person depart, Gu Ping began counting the holes in front of him—one, two, three... thirty-one. Thirty-one people; it was time.
Gu Ping stood up to put away his signal flare. Just as he prepared to leave, a figure caught his eye. It was Wei De. Although this was their first meeting, Gu Ping recognized him immediately. The person before him radiated an aura that felt cold even under the warm sunlight—a sensation Gu Ping had encountered many times before.
Wei De.
With mutual acknowledgment of their names, both men simultaneously tossed their signal flares over the eastern cliff. Without further words, their actions spoke volumes.
In an instant, the two engaged in a fierce exchange of blows. The chaotic scene allowed everyone to once again witness Wei De's strength; he had been fighting for several hours yet showed no signs of fatigue. Meanwhile, Gu Ping had been waiting patiently for a long time.
It seemed that neither side could gain an advantage over the other; the standoff was intense and unyielding.
With another powerful clash, Gu Ping's fist met Wei De's palm. They touched briefly before both retreated several steps back.
I am strong, stronger than anyone he has seen before. I don't deny it. Just an ordinary person, right?
At my age, in the Ninth Underworld, I shouldn't be bullied by just anyone. Why would I go to such a place to seek death?
I don't know, and I wouldn't understand.
As Wei De's words came to an end, the two collided once more. This time was different; Gu Ping didn't hold back. He relentlessly threw punches, targeting legs, joints, and even the head—everything became a weapon for Gu Ping. His fighting style resembled that of street thugs brawling, and it truly overwhelmed Wei De.
Wei De was taken aback; this person didn't defend at all.
There was absolutely no defense—only offense. Gu Ping continued his aggressive assault, using every part of his legs that could be employed for attack. It was evident that Gu Ping was accustomed to this kind of fighting, as if he had mastered a complete set of martial arts or boxing techniques.
Faced with such a torrential onslaught, Wei De found himself completely suppressed, unable to find even a moment's opportunity to counterattack. The more they fought, the more his heart raced with fear.
How could there be such a person? How could there be such a fighting style? It seemed reckless; he couldn't afford to lose. If he continued like this, he would have no chance to fight back at all. He couldn't retreat any further. Wei De thought this and then shouted out loud, trying to mimic Gu Ping's approach by not holding back his kicks anymore.
At that moment, the two resembled street thugs in a brawl—one throwing punches while the other retaliated. The onlookers shook their heads in disbelief; they had expected a fierce battle but were instead treated to this chaotic display that left them disappointed.
Bu Luo observed closely; anyone with some knowledge of martial arts could see that Gu Ping fought with disorder yet maintained control, evading all of Wei De's attacks that could potentially harm him. In contrast, Wei De fought without any strategy, wildly swinging his fists. At this rate, Gu Ping was guaranteed to win.
Bang!
With a dull thud, the two separated once again. At this point, Wei De had a bruised face from Gu Ping's relentless blows. Although Gu Ping also looked disheveled and bore the imprint of a foot on his stomach, he appeared much better off than Wei De.
I lost.
He didn't.
Wei De couldn't believe that he had actually lost to such a guy, someone who fought like a complete thug. How could he lose? Losing could mean losing his life.
He refused to admit defeat. Wei De charged forward once again, determined to defeat Gu Ping, and the two of them became entangled once more.
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