Strongest War Chant

Jiang Ning yelled as she squeezed through the crowd. The three of them arrived a little late, so they could only stand outside.    

The best seats must be reserved for the scions of noble families or influential figures of the region. The ones at the back were some famous experts, including Qin Yuan, who was dressed in non-mainstream attire. Only the golden-haired man was left.    

"Uncle Feng, do you still remember me? I was in the male loss class, and when I was young, you even hugged me."    

"Master Feng, I'm Li Rongguang from the Lee family. I want to ask you to forge a weapon for me. How many Spirit Points do you need?"    

"Master Feng, hello, I am..."    

A group of people rushed forward to join in on the fun. Even with the face of an iceberg, they wore fake smiles on their faces. The armed master and Warsong Master were people with high statuses, and people like Master Feng, who were famous in the outside world, could only be found and not sought for.    

Once he had a relationship with them, not only would he have a good relationship with them, he would also have a good reputation.    

If it was any other armed master, they might have enjoyed the feeling of being praised by others. However, Master Feng was different. With his violent temper, he had already taken quite a bit of rest.    

"Scram, sob, sob, sob … All of you, scram!"    

Master Feng shouted as he puffed his beard, "If you don't leave now, I'll blacklist all of them for you."    

Master Feng's shout really scared some people. They stood there not knowing if they should leave or not.    

A few scheming men even acted as temporary guards, moving close to him and shouting, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't block Master Feng's way. Whoever doesn't leave will be going against me!"    

Those who dared to speak such words usually possessed great status. Even if the crowd was unwilling, they could only retreat.    

Poor Jiang Ning was pushed out of the way as soon as she reached the middle of the crowd. Her feet lost their footing and landed on someone's feet.    

"Bastard! My skin, I've blinded your dog eyes! Are my feet the floor of your house?"    

A sharp voice suddenly exploded and attracted everyone's attention.    

"Yes, I'm sorry." Jiang Ning apologized in embarrassment.    

"Hmph, just say a word of apology. With your big eyes, you can't see anything?"    

The person who was hooting was none other than the shoehorn face — Peng Yong. He saw that Jiang Ning was weak and weak, and dressed in ordinary clothes. She definitely wasn't a young miss. How could she show her might as a young master Peng if she didn't pinch him?    

"Open your dog eyes wide and look, my shoes are limited edition Warsong Outfit s, and there's even the signature of the armed master on them, can you afford to damage them?" Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Peng Yong felt that he had gained a lot of face and shouted even more loudly.    

Jiang Ning's soft temper was only different in front of Wu Shuang or her friends. Being criticized so aggressively, her eyes immediately turned red and tears started streaming down her face.    

"Warsong Outfit, no, it's not that easy to damage, even if it's broken, I, I can still repair it for you."    

Jiang Ning weakly defended herself. She still wanted to argue with Peng Yong, but unexpectedly, the moment the words left her mouth, the other party burst out in laughter.    

"Hahaha, I didn't hear wrong did I? You can repair Warsong Outfit, hahaha, do you think you are a master armed master?"    

Peng Yong was laughing so hard that he was thrown back and forth, but his head was being held firmly by someone, and he fell heavily onto the ground.    

Boom!    

Peng Yong's head was deeply embedded into the ground, leaving only his body exposed. If not for the huge impact that triggered the Warsong Arts Formation on his body, he would have been dead by now.    

"Who, who dares to sneak attack your father?" Peng Yong struggled to pull his head out. Just as he was about to see the outside world, he was stepped on again and returned to the earth.    

"AHH!" Peng Yong shouted in anger as his body released three different auras. Although his character was not good, he was still a Heavenly Sound Master with Latter Period of Rhythm Flowing Stage.    

"What an unpleasant scream, it sounds just like a pig being slaughtered." Another kick landed, this time bringing with it a strong Heavenly Sound force, stomping Peng Yong's fighting spirit along with his Defensive Arts Formation to the ground.    

Peng Yong no longer dared to move. Even his pig slaughtering scream turned into a howl. At this moment, if anyone could see his face, they would definitely be shocked by his swollen nose and his hilarious mouth that had two front teeth.    

"Peng Yong!" "Peng Yong!"    

The golden-haired man pushed through the crowd and rushed over. He looked at the young man who was stepping on his nephew's head and shouted, "Who are you? Why haven't you released my nephew?"    

"Hur Hur, then what if I don't?" Wu Shuang smiled, but his eyes were filled with coldness.    

Jiang Ning ran quickly and got to the middle of the crowd, but he and Ceng Yin stayed outside the whole time. When Wu Shuang found out that his sister had been bullied, he immediately rushed over.    

"Bastard, get out of my way!" The golden-haired man growled in a low voice. A godly ring spread out around him as he reached out to grab Wu Shuang.    

However, a man with a black scarf on his face appeared in front of him at an even faster speed.    

The strength of both sides were equal, but the golden-haired man did not kill him. The result of the clash was that he took two steps back.    

"And who are you?" The golden-haired man pointed at Wu Shuang and said, "This is between me and him. Don't interfere, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."    

"You can give it a try and see who's a coward like us?" Ceng Yin crooked his finger and stood in front of Wu Shuang like a green hill.    

"Bro, let's just forget about it." Jiang Ning ran to Wu Shuang's side and pulled his arm as she pleaded. The other party was an expert at the early stage of Profoundness Finding Stage.    

"Ning, don't be afraid. Stand far away, I can't even get hurt."    

Wu Shuang patted the small hand on his arm, and said to the golden-haired man's eyes, "Cut the crap, tell your nephew to apologize to my sister, we can pass this matter."    

"Let go of him first." The golden-haired man's tone softened. He was well aware of the nature of his nephew. From the looks of it, he was most likely teasing a girl.    

Wu Shuang nodded his head. The moment he moved his foot away, Peng Yong scrambled towards the golden-haired man.    

Tears and snot ran down his face, "Uncle, you have to avenge me. It was this little bitch who attacked first. I only said a few words. His brother beat me up in front of so many people. He's humiliating our Peng family."    

"What?! Is what he said true?!" The blond man pointed at Wu Shuang and asked.    

"That's right, it's clear that these three people are here to stir up trouble. I'll be watching from the side, don't be fooled by them." Without waiting for Wu Shuang's reply, a man with a head full of dirty braids and a loose leather robe pushed through the crowd and walked over.    

With a provocative gaze, he glanced at Wu Shuang and said, "Back then, my little brother only sparred with him for a short while, but this brat found a reason to brutally kill him. Now that he wants to harm your nephew, tsk tsk, what do you think we should do?"    

"Qin Yuan." The golden-haired man looked at the dirty braided man. Rumor has it that his brother, Qin Hao, was once a special recruit of the Lionheart Temple, but was killed by Wu Shuang in the Martial Competition.