Chapter 165

Romance of Dragons and Snakes Chapter 165

Wang Chao had immediately assuaged the strength of the Japanese martial artist.

Zhou Binglin had been given the moniker of “Little Martial God”. From that nickname, one could assume that his strength had been of an extremely high level. But after he went into seclusion to maintain his body and health, his drive and mentality changed into something more trite and empty. So when he fought Wang Chao then, it was not his complete strength.

To use Zhou Binglin as a reference point, Iga Minamoto was the present day version of Zhou Binglin in his youth. He had the power, the drive, and the intensity along with cunningness.

This type of man was the hardest to deal with.

Staring at Wang Chao for a little longer, Iga Minamoto finally closed his eyes and placed his hands within his sakura kimono. Standing up with a clacking sound from his getas, he walked away.

Wang Chao was declared the winner, and so his job as a witness here was over and done with.

But even as the victor, Wang Chao felt the heated glares of several eyes focus on him. They were filled with a rich killing intent and filled the air with it. Wang Chao had noticed that the majority of them were from Vietnam, Thailand, and Myanmar, and that many of them were dark-skinned but frightening looking.

Thailand, Myanmar, Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia were countries where many of the officials were drug pushers. They killed without blinking an eye and gave money for lives without guilt. But the hundred million Euros that Nguyễn Hồng Tú had bet in this match was widely funded for by them.

Nguyễn Hồng Tú frequently put on a show for the Southeast Asia world where he would dodge bullets, leading to many military men practically deifying him. They had complete confidence that they would earn a hefty sum of money from the match. But no one would have imagined that in their attempt to throw out their nets to catch profit, they were ultimately throwing away their capital.

These drug lords felt pain in their hearts from this loss. If not for the fact that they were in Hong Kong and didn’t have their guns, then they would have long since opened fire on Wang Chao. In any case, they were criminals that often committed crime against another criminal. Killing and open warfare to eliminate one another was simply another daytime event to them.

Cursing violently from where they stood, the drug lords mustered up the most hateful glares they had at Wang Chao before leaving from the stadium.

In comparison, the Japanese groups and the Indian Yoga Society had also invested plenty of money to Nguyễn Hồng Tú. But they had not seemed angry in the slightest and remained stoic.

Nguyễn Hồng Tú’s carcass was soon lifted up onto a stretcher and placed into an ambulance with the rest of his body parts. The ambulance drove off to the hospital, but that was only an act of formality. There was nothing that could be done to save him, so he would be driven to the morgue where he would then be cremated.

There would naturally be a lawyer when it came to the matters of money after the match. Wang Chao wouldn’t need to bother himself with the transaction since the amount of parties involved in this was plenty, the occasion was large, and the people who bore witness were famous. But the amount of money Wang Chao would earn personally was almost the same as when he fought Zhang Wei–roughly two hundred million RMB.

The rest of the payout would be distributed in fairness. Chen Aiyang would get a share, Liao Junhua would get a share, Han Xiaoqing and the others would get a share, the Huo family would get a share, and the organization would get a share.

On the second day, a giant celebration had taken place in the Huo family’s residency. This was a feast to celebrate Wang Chao’s victory as well as celebrating Huo Ling’er’s apprenticeship to Wang Chao.

Wang Chao was now a very well known martial artist, and Huo Ling’er was his very first disciple, so by rights, the apprenticeship banquet wouldn’t be a small event. Aside from Xue Lianxin, Zhu Hongzhi and Chen Aiyang, several other figures from the world of martial arts and the Huo family had shown up.

“There’s no need to kneel–it’s a symbol of the old corrupt practices of the past. Bowing will be enough.”

During the apprenticeship, Wang Chao sat on top of a chair while Huo Ling’er bowed to him. Taking out the sword he had received after defeating Jiang Hai, he presented it to Huo Ling’er as a gift.

“This sword was something I took from a man I fought with empty-handly. He hasn’t returned since to get his sword, so I kept it with me. But having no use for it, it would be better to give it to you instead.”

The sword he took from Jiang Hai had been interesting and antique-looking. The scabbard was made of sharkskin and protected the long but sharp blade from within. At a single glance, it was easy to determine that a master craftsman had forged this blade. With a single light tap, it could most likely cut through the first layer of skin and perhaps even the veins and tendons of a person. In the hands of a master swordsman, it would be no problem at all to fight one against ten.

The tip of the sword had been needle-sharp so that it could very easily stab a hole straight through flesh.

When Xue Lianxin and Zhu Hongzhi saw this sword, a look of confusion could be seen across their face.

Waiting for the apprenticeship banquet to finish, Zhu Hongzhi asked Wang Chao abruptly, “The owner of that sword, did it belong to the inheritor of the Wudang Nine Palace School?”

“Correct. When he fought me, the youth told me he was the self-proclaimed inheritor of the Wudang Nine Palace Sword style.” Wang Chao suddenly thought back to Jiang Hai.

“Youth? Was his name Jiang Hai?” Zhu Hongzhi persisted.

“Eh?!” Wang Chao’s face suddenly revealed a look that seemed to say ‘how did you know?’.

“This sword belonged to an old friend of mine. He is a senior martial artist of the French Hongmen Society. Jiang Hai is his disciple.”