Chapter 32

In the world of Tianlong, Li Wucheng had witnessed the formidable strength of Qiao Feng. He thought to himself that although he might not be a match for Qiao Feng, he could still hold his ground for three to five moves.

Moreover, in terms of lightness skills, Li Wucheng believed he was not far behind Qiao Feng. He might not be as good as Qiao Feng in long-distance sprints, but he was almost on par in short distances.

With such confidence, Li Wucheng thought that in the world of Shu Jian, he was undoubtedly a top expert. However, after catching a single iron ball from Zhou Zhongying, his thoughts were shattered.

In the world of Shu Jian, Zhou Zhongying's skills were at a first-class level, but there were many others who were even stronger, such as Zhang Zhaoyong, Yuan Shixiao, and the Shaolin Abbot Tianhong.

"Phew, what a heavy iron ball."

Li Wucheng exhaled lightly and muttered to himself.

He tossed the iron ball in his hand and said loudly to Zhou Zhongying, "Master Zhou, your iron ball is truly formidable. However, using it to hit a child, even your own son, is not something a hero in the martial world should do."

When Li Wucheng caught the iron ball, Zhou Zhongying was taken aback. He couldn't help but be surprised by the appearance of such a young expert in the martial world.

The two iron balls were thrown by Zhou Zhongying with great force, and he knew exactly how powerful they were. The other party caught them effortlessly, and his body only swayed slightly. Zhou Zhongying felt inferior in terms of strength.

Zhou Zhongying couldn't help but secretly doubt whether he had been out of the martial world for too long and was unaware of many things happening in it.

The thought flashed through his mind, and when his gaze fell on the iron ball embedded in the wall, Zhou Zhongying was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

If such an iron ball had hit his son, the consequences would be unimaginable. He quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply, saying, "Brother, thank you very much. Thank you for your righteous action in saving my son. Zhou Zhongying is deeply grateful."

Li Wucheng smiled slightly and said calmly, "Master Zhou, you're too kind. However, don't blame me for being blunt, but even if a child has done something wrong, it's not right to use lethal force. That's going too far."

"Yes, yes, Brother, you're right. This is my fault."

Zhou Zhongying responded repeatedly.

Li Wucheng nodded, "Knowing one's mistakes and correcting them is a virtue. Master Zhou, the education of children requires patience. I hope you will use more appropriate methods in the future."

After saying this, Li Wucheng stopped and didn't say anything more. If it weren't for the sake of the adorable Zhou Yingjie, he wouldn't have said so much.

In an instant, a series of events left Grandma Zhou stunned. After a while, she pounced on Zhou Zhongying like a mad tiger, crying, "Why... why did you beat the child to death?"

Her fists rained down on Zhou Zhongying. She cried and hit him. If Zhou Yingjie had really been killed by the iron ball, Grandma Zhou would have used knives and swords instead of her fists.

Zhou Zhongying shook his head and took two steps back, saying, "I... I didn't... I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

Letting go of Zhou Zhongying, Grandma Zhou hugged her son tightly, checking him up and down, and asked worriedly, "Child, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

At this moment, Liu Hongjun, Zhao Dingkun, and the others also came over. When they reached Li Wucheng, Liu Hongjun said solemnly, "Brother Leng, your skills are truly impressive. I can see that your martial arts are not weak."

Everyone had seen Li Wucheng catch Zhou Zhongying's iron ball with his bare hands, and they were deeply impressed. This was when they realized how formidable Li Wucheng was.

"It's just so-so. As long as you work hard, it won't be long before you have the same strength as me, or even surpass me."

Li Wucheng nodded to everyone and said casually.

"Really? That's great. My ultimate goal is to become a great hero."

"Is it really true? Does that mean I can also learn martial arts and perhaps become a famous doctor?"

"This kind of life is not bad."

Although Li Wucheng's words were casual, they gave everyone a lot of encouragement. Their eyes lit up, and their previously low spirits were instantly lifted.

On the other side, Grandma Zhou was hugging Zhou Yingjie, treating him like a treasure. Seeing that Li Wucheng had suddenly gained many followers, Zhou Zhongying quickly came over to greet them.

Zhou Zhongying was very热情 and courteous, asking for Li Wucheng's name and the identities of Liu Hongjun, Zhao Dingkun, and the others. Li Wucheng managed to evade all the questions.

Whether Zhou Zhongying believed Li Wucheng or not didn't matter. The result was that the group stayed at Iron Ball Manor and was given accommodations.

Although Iron Ball Manor had many rooms, Li Wucheng did not agree to each person having their own room. Instead, he had everyone stay together to avoid any unexpected situations.

This guiding mission had substantial rewards and severe penalties. Saving one person would earn 1,000 points, while losing one person would deduct 500 points.

Therefore, Li Wucheng had to ensure the survival of the ten people. If more than six people died, the mission would be considered a failure.

...

At night, the sky was pitch black, and the faint stars sprinkled down, casting a hazy glow over Iron Ball Manor.

Outside, everything was quiet. In ancient times, most people would be resting at this hour. Li Wucheng dismissed the servants and got ready.

"Everyone, prepare yourselves. We have something to do shortly."

Li Wucheng said to the group.

The preparations were thorough, but the only regret was the lack of a suitable weapon. They would have to seize a sword first.

"It's so late, why... why are we going out?"

Guo Siyu peeked out from behind Fan Qi, speaking weakly.

Perhaps because there were more men than women, or because of the unfamiliar environment, Fan Qi, Liu Juan, and Guo Siyu had become very close in a short time.

Li Wucheng glanced at Guo Siyu and said calmly, "Haven't you read 'The Book and the Sword'?"

"Ah, I have, but what does that have to do with anything?"

Guo Siyu rolled her eyes, looking confused.

Xiu Yongqing interjected, "Oh, Xiao Yu, tonight, something important will happen at Iron Ball Manor. Leng Xue must want to get involved."

"Exactly, since you know, let's go."

Leaving these words, Li Wucheng turned and walked out.

The dark night was a great test of vision. Liu Hongjun, Fan Qi, and the others had to adapt before they could barely see.

Li Wucheng, however, was much more at ease. With the Northern Dipper True Qi, his senses were heightened, and he could see clearly even in the dark.

After a short walk, they passed through the corridor and saw the hall brightly lit. People were speaking loudly, and the sound of cheers echoed. Li Wucheng quickened his pace and thought to himself, "It has already begun."