Chapter 818: Chapter 818: Really Good at Pretending
"Hmph, I’ve already said, there’s only defeated Li Bielang, not Li Bielang who concedes. If you’ve got the guts, kill me."
"Cough, cough cough!"
Li Bielang would cough violently with every sentence he spoke, making the host beside him inexplicably concerned for this "disabled but determined" guy.
This is the spirit of National Martial Arts.
"Bring it on."
The host quietly stepped down from the stage, and the next second, the sound of a gong signaled the start of the fight.
"Hmm, since you’re insistent, don’t blame me for being ruthless."
Number Eighteen watched Li Bielang who couldn’t stop coughing, yet didn’t refrain from attacking despite Li’s serious injuries. He chose Li Bielang just for an easy win to score some points.
Moreover, taking him down wouldn’t cost much in terms of effort.
Though a bit shameless, it was still a strategy for victory.
Number Eighteen pointed his foot forward and lunged directly at Li Bielang, who raised his head with an impatient roar, charging head-on against him.
Number Eighteen sneered, quickly pivoted, and executed a side kick.
It was over.
"Damn, this works too."
All the onlookers widened their eyes as Li Bielang seemed to "miss the boat" at a crucial moment. Before the opponent’s kick landed, he stumbled by himself and took a dive like a dog getting a face full of dirt.
Yet, he coincidentally dodged the airborne kick perfectly.
And more than that.
Li Bielang evaded the kick and lunged straight at the opponent’s standing leg, shamelessly grabbing onto it.
Number Eighteen probably never imagined this turn of events; his only supporting leg was grabbed, causing him to lose balance and tumble over.
The back of his head hit the stage with a bang, and the people watching this scene all felt a pang of sympathy for him.
"I want to win."
Li Bielang, who was hugging the opponent’s thigh, got up, suddenly roared as if burning his last strength, and swung Number Eighteen’s thigh with a horizontal throw, sending him rolling off the stage.
After finishing, Li Bielang coughed up a mouthful of blood, trembling all over as he looked at the host.
"Host, did I win?"
"Yes, you won. Congratulations to contestant number two hundred, Li Bielang."
As soon as the host announced it, Li Bielang fell backward: "I won, at least I didn’t let my sect down."
"Doctor, stretcher!"
Li Feng, watching Li Bielang being carried away, was also dumbfounded. Is this guy really from the National Martial Arts Circle?
Or is he from the acting circle mixed in?
This performance was truly unbeatable.
Perhaps many people were fooled by Li Bielang, yet Li Feng had met him twice.
The first time was on the island during the preliminaries. Li Feng witnessed Li Bielang incite those who lost their tokens, almost making them give up, turning the preliminaries even more brutal, causing several martial arts schools a silent loss.
Then they met on the cruise ship.
Li Bielang stood in the Xingyi Sect’s team, and Xingyi Sect produced a Hua Wushuang, unmatched in combat strength. Could Li Bielang possibly be incapable?
Xingyi Sect is among the Top Three Sects above the eight streams of National Martial Arts, with deep heritage. How could they send someone incompetent to make up the numbers?
So, there’s only one possibility.
This guy is pretending, acting.
Moreover, this guy started acting from the first match, Li Feng could even figure out that in the first match, Li Bielang definitely feigned being evenly matched, leading to mutual injury.
He did it on purpose to attract people to take the bait. If you really think he’s severely injured and easy to defeat, the result speaks for itself.
Just like Number Eighteen, who probably doesn’t even know how he lost.
"When you’re done here, I still plan to see your match over there."
Li Feng turned his head to look at Li Bielang sitting beside him, looking nothing like someone carried out on a stretcher due to serious injury.
"Don’t look at me like that, just having some fun with them, who knew they’d be this dumb."
"Aren’t you afraid someone from below will catch on? Be careful your act doesn’t slip," Li Feng said.
Li Bielang chuckled: "What’s the difference if the act slips or doesn’t? If someone really sees through, then I’ll fight, they can’t beat me."
Li Feng shrugged: "As long as you’re happy."
Li Bielang leaned on the chair: "I had no choice either, my good moves are too far back in line, I have to sit around waiting, it’s too boring."
"So I played a little prank; never thought someone would actually fall for it. If I didn’t fulfill it for him, wouldn’t that embarrass him?"
"You came for reconnaissance too, right? Want to go together? Group B isn’t much to look at, just a few guys worth watching, so-so."
"Oh, by the way, I heard you declined my senior brother’s invitation to fight, good choice, no offense."
"Want to go check out Group C? My senior sister is over there."
Li Bielang invited Li Feng.
Li Feng stood up, leaving the B group venue with Li Bielang, and the Group C competition was in a shopping mall’s Heavenly Court Center, on a temporary stage, where the surrounding floors could overlook the stage.
"You’ve probably seen my senior brother’s fights, what did you think?"
Li Bielang said while watching the fight below.
"Very strong."
"Heh, just very strong?"
Li Bielang shrugged: "Being with my senior brother makes me ponder why I even bother, for him practicing martial arts is as simple as eating or drinking."
"Plus, his comprehension is extraordinary, his intelligence is super high, a typical prodigy, understanding things far beyond others. At the age of twenty, he reached realms others couldn’t in decades."
"My senior brother is already half a Grandmaster, he only lacks some experience and life insights to become a full Grandmaster."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing, just felt a connection with you, considering we’re both destined to be just background. I’m actually trying to encourage you to keep an open mind."
Li Feng chuckled: "You’re certain I can’t beat your senior brother?"
Li Bielang turned and looked at Li Feng: "I’ve had that thought countless times and acted on it numerous times, but without exception failed."
"So, stay optimistic, at least you won’t be frustrated to death by yourself."
Li Bielang said these because he saw a bit of himself in Li Feng, both destined to be overshadowed.
Li Feng pouted.
"You’ve lost countless times, I haven’t lost yet, besides, he’s just half a Grandmaster, and it’s not like I haven’t fought against half a Grandmaster before."
"Then should we have a match?"
Before Li Feng finished speaking, a casual voice drifted from behind, it was Hua Wushuang who had somehow walked up behind them.
"Senior brother, can’t you make some noise when you walk? You’ll scare someone to death," Li Bielang patted his chest, looking aggrieved.
Oh well.
If it were someone else approaching, he would have noticed for sure, but Hua Wushuang’s aura had already returned to its natural state, truly undetectable.
Luckily, he was already used to it.
"Do you really want to challenge me!"