Wang Yan and Xiahou Que's bet has turned into a battle over Beiming Xue and the Chubby Girl.
However, for the winner, it's gaining Beiming Xue, while for the loser, it's akin to being forcibly assigned to the Chubby Girl.
After agreeing to the bet, Xiahou Que stepped down the stairs, and Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, worried, left Wang Yan to stand on the steps.
The crowd in the hall also rushed out, standing below the steps, watching the two intently.
Everyone was very interested, eager to know what the outcome of the battle for the Wanghai City beauty Beiming Xue would be. Who would win Beiming Xue, and who would be assigned to the Chubby Girl?
Everyone nervously and excitedly watched Wang Yan and Xiahou Que, standing at the foot of the steps, while only the Chubby Girl kept waving her chubby arms, shouting repeatedly, "Go Wang Yan, beat up my husband!"
Wang Yan and Xiahou Que faced each other. Wang Yan seemed cold and arrogant, while Xiahou Que, though equally severe, had a sinister expression.
Xiahou Que looked at Wang Yan, snorted twice, and said, "Wang Yan, it won't be long before you regret accepting my challenge, hahaha, because soon the Chubby Girl will marry you."
Wang Yan smiled slightly and said, "As the saying goes: marriage is destined by heaven, haven't you noticed that the Chubby Girl already calls you her husband?"
Upon hearing this, Xiahou Que's anger surged uncontrollably. For some reason, Xiahou Que felt a bit afraid of the Chubby Girl at this moment.
At that moment, Xiahou Que shouted, "Her husband is you, and I'll return her to you right away."
With that, Xiahou Que charged forward, leaping into the air, and then pressed down heavily.
Using this momentum, Xiahou Que raised his right fist and swung it at Wang Yan.
Wang Yan stood there, as steady as a rock, and as Xiahou Que's fist descended, Wang Yan raised a fist and countered. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.nᴇt
The two fists collided once more.
This time, a more violent collision echoed loudly. The sound of fists clashing resounded far while the two were outside.
The spectators around felt their eardrums drum, hearing a "buzz" in their ears, instantly losing all perception of sound.
Although they couldn't hear, the crowd could see Wang Yan and Xiahou Que's movements.
With the force of the punch, Xiahou Que staggered backward uncontrollably.
At this moment, Xiahou Que was suddenly shocked.
Earlier in the hall, Xiahou Que was sent flying by Wang Yan in one move, initially unwilling to accept it, thinking it was just a momentary oversight on his part.
But now, having given his all, he was still no match for Wang Yan. Watching himself retreat uncontrollably while Wang Yan remained steadfast, Xiahou Que's face finally showed panic.
Just as Xiahou Que panicked, Wang Yan finally moved.
Still like a tiger at rest, moving like a cunning rabbit.
Wang Yan moved swiftly as lightning; within the blink of an eye, he was suddenly before Xiahou Que.
Startled, Xiahou Que couldn't react in time and suddenly saw someone appear before him.
"Ah!" Xiahou Que barely cried out before Wang Yan's fist descended.
It smashed fiercely onto Xiahou Que's nose bridge.
Xiahou Que only felt stars bursting before his eyes, with hot blood flowing from his nose.
With the force of the punch, Xiahou Que, already retreating, immediately leaned backward, about to fall.
Just as Xiahou Que was about to hit the ground, Wang Yan rushed behind Xiahou Que and kicked him in the waist with a raised foot.
Instantly, Xiahou Que was kicked into the air as if he were a broken sack.
When Xiahou Que rose in the air, Wang Yan leapt upward, unexpectedly getting above Xiahou Que's head first.
While Xiahou Que was mid-air and the stars before his eyes faded, he finally saw clearly, only to find Wang Yan coldly raising a foot to stomp down on him.
Startled, Xiahou Que wanted to dodge, yet he forgot he was in mid-air and couldn't evade at all.
With that kick, Wang Yan stomped fiercely on Xiahou Que's face.
Xiahou Que rose quickly and fell even faster, like a cannonball, smashing into the ground.
With a "bang," Xiahou Que hit the ground, dust flying, spreading out, instantly filling the space.
Wang Yan descended gently from mid-air, standing on the ground.
The onlookers' hearing finally recovered at that moment.
Witnessing Wang Yan's clean and fluid three moves, as graceful as flowing clouds and water. Though it was a beating, it was a delight to watch.
The crowd opened their mouths in awe, especially moved by Wang Yan's handsome maneuvers, the young ladies found themselves irresistibly attracted to Wang Yan.
Only the Chubby Girl clapped and cheered, "Wow, amazing, from now on my husband is Xiahou Que. Wang Yan, you're our matchmaker, let me treat you to a meal."
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting also showed joy, especially Beiming Xue. Her marriage with Xiahou Que was always a thorn in her heart, and now, surprisingly, she found relief, finally lifting the weight off her chest.
Unable to contain her excitement, Beiming Xue hurriedly walked down the steps toward Wang Yan.
But Wang Yan waved his hand and said, "Xue'er, don't come over yet, the fight hasn't ended."
Upon hearing Wang Yan's words, Beiming Xue paused in confusion, staring at the motionless Xiahou Que on the ground, unsure of Wang Yan's meaning.
At that moment, Xiahou Que began to sneer despite being on the ground, slowly rising while laughing.
Laughing, Xiahou Que stood upright, his laughter growing louder, eerie and cold, echoing in the dark night sky.
"Cackle, cackle, Wang Yan, you've angered me—"
The laughter stopped as Xiahou Que's eyes locked onto Wang Yan.
In his eyes, a chilling aura emerged.
Taking a glance at Beiming Xue on the steps, Xiahou Que sneered, "Xue'er, don't worry, I'll definitely defeat Wang Yan and you will always be mine, unable ever to escape my grasp."
With that, Xiahou Que extended his hand, grasping at Beiming Xue from afar.
That gesture seemed as if he was holding Beiming Xue in his palm.
Seeing Xiahou Que's terrifying demeanor, Beiming Xue's face instantly paled, trembling as she stood on the steps.
At this moment, Wang Yan sneered and said, "Xiahou Que, clean the blood from your mouth before you speak."
Upon Wang Yan's words, Beiming Xue snapped out of her fear, "Right, with brother Wang Yan here, why should I fear Xiahou Que."
Thinking of this, Beiming Xue instantly returned to normal.
Xiahou Que quickly raised his hand, wiping it across his mouth, indeed finding his hand stained with blood.
Enraged, Xiahou Que shouted, "Wang Yan, you've angered me, you'll regret this—"
With Xiahou Que's words, a chilling aura surged from him.
Wang Yan's eyes narrowed, thinking to himself, "Demon Master! You're finally revealing your true powers. Let's see, who's the stronger Demon Master, you or me."
(Fifth chapter concludes.)