Chapter 1113 — Er Goudan Punches Out Master Li, Part Two
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The green-hatted fighter could not help but frown. He could not get the measure of Er Goudan. The lad had flung a grown man clear through the air in one go — plainly no small strength there. So the green-hatted fighter did not dare rush forward rashly. He only shook his head.
"You there, boy — looking for me?" Master Li had gotten word long ago from the two big men at the door: someone had forced his way into the arena, and it looked like he was coming. As the arena's champion fighter, Master Li was naturally obliged to come out and see what the trouble was. And so it happened that he saw with his own eyes the moment Er Goudan threw the red-hatted fighter out.
"You Master Li?" Er Goudan lifted his head and saw Master Li standing on the second-floor viewing stand, above the ring of the underground arena.
"Boy, what business have you here? If it's a fight you want, you've come to the wrong place! State your purpose, and I may spare your life!" Master Li gave a cold laugh, though in his heart he had already begun to think of killing. A raw brat of a boy, and here he was, mouthing off about beating him to death — Master Li had always been a petty man. How could he stomach that?
"I've come to beat you to death!" Er Goudan frowned, and said with some impatience, "What are you doing up there? Hurry up and come down, so I can beat you to death!"
"Ha!" Master Li laughed instead of growing angry. Was this Er Goudan pig-brained or what? To come out with such witless words? Telling him to come down and be beaten to death? That was a fine joke indeed! Still, Master Li asked, "I do not even know you, and yet you mean to beat me to death?"
The crowd below the ring burst into waves of mocking laughter too. The fighting itself was thrilling enough, but the occasional unexpected interlude like this was good sport as well — all the more so with Er Goudan crying "beat you to death" over and over at Master Li!
"Are you the Master Li who's trying to take Yu Yuanyuan away?" Er Goudan frowned, though he thought it best to make sure. He did not want to beat up the wrong man.
"Oh? So you've come to stand up for Yu Yuanyuan, have you? Very good — you've got gall, all right, daring to swagger before Iron Fist Li. Today you're not leaving!" A flicker of anger passed through Master Li's eyes. Could this Er Goudan be Yu Yuanyuan's lover? Otherwise, what was this business to him? At that thought, murder rose in Master Li's heart, and he made ready to keep Er Goudan here for good.
"You said it. I've come to stand up for Yu Yuanyuan, all right. Your Grandpa Goudan here punches road rollers and kicks atom bombs, and even I'd hardly call myself Iron Fist Goudan — and you, you filthy, scurvy knave, you pile of dung, you go calling yourself Iron Fist Li! Pah!" Hearing the man's absurd boasting, Er Goudan spat a thick gob of phlegm in contempt, and that gob flew clean up to the second-floor stand and landed smack on Master Li's forehead!
"Wah yah yah yah — I'll do you in!" Master Li wiped his brow and sprang down from the viewing stand above, landing solidly on the ring! As a mid-stage Mystic-rank external expert, he could do all this with ease! But no sooner had he steadied himself on the ring than one hand shot out at Er Goudan! He was in a towering fury, and meant to kill Er Goudan outright with his fist.
Er Goudan neither dodged nor flinched. He raised his fist and met Master Li's incoming blow head-on!
"Crack!" "Bang!"
One sharp report, one dull thud — and Master Li's body went flying backward off the ring, one arm already bent at an unnatural angle. Plainly that "crack" had been the sound of the arm breaking!
A streak of blood arced through the air — Master Li's, spat out as he flew, spewing blood all the way. With a "bang" he landed hard on the ground, red and white and everything else spilling out in a mess across the floor, and then he went still. Plainly he would not live.