Chapter 90 No mercy
Zhou Qingshan asked himself, let alone spices, treasures, and mounts, even if someone offered a "spiritual weapon" in exchange.

He would not abandon the lives of his guard members either.

Che Ji smiled, and seeing Zhou Qingshan was silent, he suddenly spoke:
"However, if Mr. Zhou is willing, he can give me Mr. Gu's inherited true skills. Not to mention Zhang Peng, even this team of guards, except for the two personal guards behind me, I am willing to give them all to Mr. Zhou. At that time, their fate will be fully decided by Mr. Zhou. What do you think?"

"Mr. Gu? Are you referring to Master Gu from Changfeng Escort Agency?" There was a hint of inquiry in Zhou Qingshan's voice.

"That's right." Che Ji nodded. "Your elder brother is very lucky to have Mr. Gu as his teacher."

A trace of sadness flashed across Zhou Qingshan's eyes, and he murmured in a low voice: "Good fortune..."

"Mr. Zhou, what do you think?" Che Ji asked, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

Zhou Qingshan sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:
"Lord Che, my brother left me a Blood Burning Pill and a letter full of instructions. And Lord Che, if you ask around, you'll know that the Zhou family's second son is born weak and can't practice martial arts. Even the doctors in Black Cloud City said I wouldn't live past the age of 20, so how could he leave me any real skills?"

"Is it really like that?" Che Ji stepped forward and looked at Zhou Qingshan with sharp eyes.

Zhou Qingshan smiled bitterly and continued:
"How could I not know the principle of possessing a treasure and being guilty? If I hadn't accidentally rescued a military commander in my territory a month ago, and the city lord saw that I was a lord but had mediocre cultivation, he ordered the Black Dragon Army to give me the Jade Spirit Seed to help me break through the blood coagulation realm and go to pay tribute, otherwise I would not be standing here talking to Lord Che now."

"Black Dragon Army?! Lord City Lord?!" Upon hearing that, Che Ji was suddenly startled, took two steps back, and his expression became solemn.

Zhou Qingshan nodded and glanced at the weapons of Yan Qiu, Gao Feixue, and Zhou Hu behind him:

"These are the rewards from the Black Dragon Army."

Che Ji looked carefully.

The pitch-black spear in Mo Yanqiu's hand, the precious long swords on Gao Feixue and Zhou Hu's waists, yes, they are indeed the standard weapons of the Black Dragon Army.

Che Ji was silent. He looked at Zhou Qingshan again, as if he was re-evaluating the importance of this young lord.

Most of the rural spiritual realms are related to the Black Dragon Army, but not to this extent.

When these soldiers were severely oppressed, they would at most complain to their sergeants or warrior superiors. As long as the commander of the army gave the order and knew that they had stepped on the bottom line of the Black Dragon Army, they would take the initiative to back down. Therefore, the city lord rarely asked about such matters.

And once the matter is brought to the attention of the city lord, if he does not take side, even the young master cannot be saved, which would be fatal.

And even if you stand up for it, it's useless, you've lost the city lord's face. Next time, the city lord will find an extremely ridiculous reason to deal with you, such as leaving the house with your left foot, which violates his taboo.

Because the City Lord's Mansion is the law of Black Cloud City, he can directly modify the law.

The city lord was merciful and would not behead the man outright. Instead, he would confiscate all his property and send the entire family to the front line.

If you are not digging for ore in the depths of the fog, facing the constant danger of getting lost and being burned to death, then you are fighting a desperate battle with alien warriors. Unless you make great achievements, you will die.

"Ahem." Che Ji coughed lightly and cleared his throat: "Mr. Zhou, let's talk about spices."

Zhou Qingshan's tone was calm, but revealed his determination: "Zhang Peng."

Hearing the name, Che Ji frowned and glanced at the guards behind Zhou Qingshan who were glaring at Zhang Peng.

"How about this," Che Ji suggested, "Let our guards have a duel to decide Zhang Peng's fate. Of course, if Zhou Jun loses, I will still pay one thousand treasure yuan to buy the spices."

Zhou Qingshan was silent for a moment, and finally he slowly said: "Okay, but the fight must not cause fatal injuries."

Che Ji nodded, accepted the offer, and told a burly guard behind him, "Lin, come here."

"Yes, master." The burly guard drew out his long sword and rolled down.

Zhang Peng secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Che Lin was a genuine warrior-level warrior with proficient martial arts. He was the strongest in the team. When sparring with the other warrior guard of the patriarch, he always won more than he lost.

Even if one of Sheng Feng's leaders took the Blood-Burning Pill and managed to break through and enter the city, his strength would be no match for the brave warrior.

"Which one of you is going up?"

Zhou Qingshan couldn't tell the strength of the burly guard, so he turned to the three of them and asked.

"Husband, this man has an extraordinary aura. I can feel the condensed energy in him, which gives me a sense of crisis. He may very well have the strength of a warrior." Mo Yanqiu frowned slightly, with a hint of seriousness in his tone.

"Oh? You can actually see that Lin has the strength of a warrior. That's not easy." Che Ji looked at Mo Yanqiu in surprise.

Hearing this, Zhang Peng looked at Mo Yanqiu, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly introduced him to Che Ji and the burly guard:
"Master, this Mo Yanqiu is a 'Black Iron' talent in the Martial Arts Hall, and is in the top 100 in martial arts. She is favored by the chief master Li of the Martial Arts Hall, and is always with him. You must not underestimate her just because she is a woman."

"If she had swallowed the Blood-Burning Pill left by Zhou Dashan, she would definitely be an incoming warrior now." Zhang Peng added.

"Master Li, the chief of the martial arts hall?! Could it be Mr. Li Qingge?!" Che Ji looked solemn, and he ordered Che Lin: "Lin, go all out, don't hold back."

"Yes." Che Lin nodded seriously.

Seeing this, the guards Xie Meng, Sanzi and Zhao Shu behind Zhou Qingshan could hardly hold back. The three of them stepped forward together, as if ready to teach Zhang Peng a lesson.

Zhang Peng was so shocked by this sudden action that he stepped back repeatedly, looking a little panicked.

Zhou Qingshan reached out his hand in time to stop their impulse.

"Master, let me do it." At this time, Zhou Hu stepped forward and volunteered.

"You?" Zhou Qingshan turned to look at Zhou Hu, a hint of consideration flashing in his eyes.

"He's just a warrior, not worth mentioning." Zhou Hu said.

Zhou Qingshan's eyes wandered between Zhou Hu and Mo Yanqiu, and he finally chose to trust Mo Yanqiu's judgment in his mind. "Zhou Hu, be careful." After a brief silence, Zhou Qingshan finally spoke.

"If I win, I will kill Zhang Peng without mercy." He added word by word.

"Here."

Zhou Hu nodded, turned and walked towards the open space next to him.

The fight has not yet begun, but a tense atmosphere is already in the air, and all eyes are focused on the two warriors who are about to become the focus.

Stable.

When Zhang Peng saw that it was Zhou Hu who was going to fight, the heart that had been in his throat finally settled down. Zhou Hu's talent and physique were even worse than his, and they were equally matched in the martial arts competition in the martial arts hall.

A few months ago, Zhou Hu's source blood cultivation had not yet reached the level of an entry-level warrior, and was far from the minimum threshold for activating his potential.

And if the opponent was Mo Yanqiu, coupled with her keen insight into Che Lin's warrior strength at a glance and her calm attitude, Zhang Peng could hardly imagine what kind of fight it would be, and couldn't help feeling a little fortunate in his heart.

However, the next moment, Zhang Peng’s eyes almost popped out!
The two men in the field saluted with fists, and then they started a fierce duel like arrows shot from a bow.

Ding ding ding ding ding!!
The two knives made sharp whistling sounds in the air, and sparks flew with every collision, echoing with the crisp sound of metal colliding.

The single blade in Zhou Hu's hand was like a tiger descending from the mountain. Every swing of the blade had the power to split the mountain and split the rocks. His blade technique was wide and full of power and wildness. Facing the warrior-level Che Lin, he did not hold back and used all his strength in every swing.

Che Lin's swordsmanship was equally domineering, and it collided head-on with Zhou Hu's fierce moves. The duel between the two was like the collision of two mountains, magnificent and imposing.

Their strength and weapons were surprisingly evenly matched in the clash, and every attack was enough to terrify the onlookers.

The people watching the fight held their breath and watched the two warriors nervously. The intensity of the fight exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Bull Break!"

Seeing that he had fought with Zhou Hu for dozens of rounds but was unable to defeat the incoming warrior, Che Lin became more determined to fight and without hesitation, he immediately used his unique skills.

Moo! !

With a low roar, Che Lin's physical strength and power began to circulate like a raging tide. His weapon hummed in his hand, and his momentum was like that of a violent bull, wanting to break through all restraints.

The four hooves galloped towards Zhou Hu.

Zhou Hu looked solemn when he saw this. He could feel the power of Che Lin's move and dared not be careless. He took a deep breath, and the blood in his body surged. When he swung the sword, there was a faint tiger roar in response.

"Tiger Roar!" Zhou Hu roared, his voice was like that of a real tiger, shocking everyone.

Ow! ! !
Moo! ! !
Two powerful forces collided in the sky above the arena, like a fight between a tiger and a bull. A violent airflow erupted from the two people, causing the surrounding air to tremble. The figures of the two warriors intertwined in the dust.

bump! ! !
Che Lin's figure was suddenly blown away, like a kite with a broken string, drawing an arc and falling heavily to the ground.

Buzz!
Zhou Hu stood in place, the long sword in his hand still trembling slightly.

How can it be?

A strong man with no strength actually defeated a brave warrior head-on.

The field suddenly fell into dead silence.

"No!"

Zhang Peng's face turned pale instantly, his body trembling slightly due to tension and worry, his eyes were fixed on the place where Che Lin fell to the ground. He had never expected that the outcome of this duel would be like this.

How could Zhou Hu reach this point in just two months?
That's a warrior!!

"Ahem...I lost!"

Under the gaze of everyone, Che Lin slowly got up from the ground, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but there was no frustration at all in his eyes, but rather a calmness.

"How could you lose?! How could you lose?!" Zhang Peng's face showed incredible horror, and his voice was full of despair and panic.

Zhou Hu heard the voice and turned around. His eyes were as sharp as a knife. Holding a knife, he walked towards Zhang Peng with steady steps and an expressionless face.

His figure cast a long shadow on the field.

"What are you going to do?!" Zhang Peng was frightened by Zhou Hu's momentum, and fell to the ground.
"Erhu, you can't kill me! Lord Zhou... Young Master, have you forgotten who carried you on his back when you were little..."

"Can you please give me a favor..." Che Ji's face turned extremely ugly. He was obviously shocked and dissatisfied with the result.

The words have not yet been spoken!

Swish!
A cold light cut through the air, followed by the sound of blood splattering. The head was thrown high into the air, and after a few breaths, Zhang Peng's head fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

The entire arena fell into dead silence, and everyone on Che Ji's side was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Zhou Hu stood in a pool of blood, blood still dripping from the tip of the knife in his hand, his eyes not wavering at all.

Che Ji's face turned pale. He didn't expect Zhou Hu to actually take action, and do it so quickly and decisively.

Although he was unhappy, he had to admit Zhou Hu's strength. Che Ji glanced at Zhou Hu coldly, then turned to Zhou Qingshan:
"Mr. Zhou, your little Shengfeng Territory is really a place full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

(End of this chapter)