Apologies for the delay!
Chapter Five, part ii
General was standing on the high dais.
He stood at eight feet ten inches, weighed one hundred and seventy three jin, had broad shoulders and a deep chest, along with thighs thick as tree trunks. When he stretched his palms out, they were as large as palm-leaf fans. The calluses on his palms were over an inch thick, no matter how sharp the weapon, once in his hand he’d snap it instantly!
There was indeed a huge steel pot in front of him!
The steel pot rested on a stove, which was on the dais in the great hall.
The height of the great hall was 13.4 metres, while the dais’ height measured at seven feet, and over three feet for that of the steel pot.
The fire in the stove was burning merrily as meat cooked in the huge pot, its aroma was so fragrant that man and dog within a ten-mile radius would be attracted over.
When Lu Xiaofeng walked in, General was using a big wooden ladle to stir the meat in the pot.
He set down the ladle the moment he saw Lu Xiaofeng, glared at the latter and roared: “Lu Xiaofeng.”
The roar was like a thunderbolt from the sky, but Lu Xiaofeng didn’t even bat an eyelid and roared back: “General?”
“Are you coming or not?” General asked.
“I come,” Lu Xiaofeng replied.
He really walked over, his strides larger than usual.
General glared at him and said: “There’s meat in the pot.”
“It’s meat,” Lu Xiaofeng said.
“You eat meat?”
“Eat a lot?”
“Good, you eat!”
General handed the ladle over to Lu Xiaofeng, who took a full scoop of it.
One scoop was enough to fill a bowl of meat, sizzling hot meat.
Lu Xiaofeng wasn’t afraid of it being hot and finished it quickly. When he was done, he let out a breath and said: “Good meat.”
“Of course it is,” General said.
“You eat meat too?”
“You eat a lot too?”
General snatched the ladle over and helped himself to a full scoop of meat, looked upwards and roared: “Good meat.”
“It is good meat,” Lu Xiaofeng agreed.
“You know what meat this is?” General asked.
“You’re not afraid this is human flesh?”
“And you still want to eat it?”
“It’s better to eat others than to be eaten,” Lu Xiaofeng said.
General stared at him for a long time and said: “Fine, you eat!”
A scoop of meat filled a bowl, and a bowl of meat weighed one jin; Lu Xiaofeng ate another scoop.
General ate another scoop too, and he did as well.
In a short while, at least five jin of sizzling hot meat had gone down his stomach.
At the sixth scoop, General asked: “You can still continue?”
Lu Xiaofeng didn’t answer, but suddenly began doing somersaults, three-hundred and sixty of them at one go, then stood up to reply: “I can still eat.”
“Fine, let’s continue eating,” General said.
Lu Xiaofeng ate and ate, five somersaults per scoop of meat; after two thousand somersaults, he was still in good shape.
General, however, was startled. “Good somersaults.”
As soon as those words were said, a splitting sound could be heard as the belt around his tummy snapped into two.
“Can you still eat?” Lu Xiaofeng asked.
General didn’t answer, but leapt off the high dais and seized the legs of the stove. The stove was made of raw bronze, and coupled with the steel pot on the stove, must have weighed at least five hundred to seven hundred jin!
He lifted it with just one hand, set it down, then lifted it, for a total of three hundred and sixty times before he set it down. Then he snatched over the ladle and said fiercely: “Watch.”
This time, he ate two scoops.
Lu Xiaofeng gazed at the ladle in his hand, seemingly dazed, but suddenly also seized the stove and raised it, then put it down for three hundred and sixty times, grabbed the ladle and ate two scoops of meat.
General’s eyes were stunned.
“More?” Lu Xiaofeng panted.
General gritted his teeth. “More!”
He took the ladle and shoved scoop by scoop down his throat, and again there was a clattering sound. This time it wasn’t his belt, but that the ladle had reached the bottom of the pot.
A scoop of meat was equivalent to one jin, and a pot of meat had at least thirty to fifty scoops, all swept clean by the both of them.
Lu Xiaofeng expelled a long breath as he smoothed over his protruding belly and said: “Good meat.”
“Of course it is,” General said.
“Although, no meat is better than having meat,” Lu Xiaofeng said.
General glared at him, but suddenly laughed loudly. “Much better.”
Both of them roared with laughter and suddenly fell down together, stretched out on the stone dais and still laughing.
There were still people standing below the dais, all with wide eyes and open mouths as they gazed at each other, unable to say anything.
Suddenly General said: “Your tummy hasn’t burst?”
“No,” Lu Xiaofeng said.
“Couldn’t tell that such a small tummy could hold so much meat.”
“I ate one more scoop too,” Lu Xiaofeng said.
“My scoops were bigger than yours,” General said.
General suddenly leapt up and glared at him.
Lu Xiaofeng still lay on the dais calmly.
“Stand up,” General said. “Let’s cook another pot and compete.”
“No need,” Lu Xiaofeng said.
“You’re admitting defeat?”
“I’ve already won, why compete again? I’ve already triumphed, so why should I admit defeat?”
General glared at him, the veins on his forehead popping out, each green line thicker than most people’s.
Lu Xiaofeng said lightly: “So not only has your tummy burst, your head is swelling too.”
General’s fists clenched and his bones crackled like firecrackers; already at eight feet ten inches, he seemed to have grown an extra half feet.
It looked as though this man not only possessed innate superhuman strength, he’d also perfected his skills.
Lu Xiaofeng laughed instead. “You want to fight?”
General shut his mouth.
Now he’d concentrated all the strength within him, and if he spoke, all that strength would disperse.
Lu Xiaofeng said: “I’ve lost interest in eating meat, but fighting, I can still oblige.”
General suddenly bellowed and struck with his fist.
He’d stored up his energy for long and was just like the bow when drawn tight. The force of this fist was near unimaginable.
A flurry of noises ensued as the stove and pot toppled over, even the zhang-wide table and chairs had fallen down; the cutlery and lamps on the table had either smashed to the floor or crushed to bits on the table.
Lu Xiaofeng, too, had nearly been blown outside by the force of that fist, travelling over at least three or four long tables, over the heads of more than ten people, across more than ten zhang of the great hall, just like a kite with a string that had snapped.
Immediately, a burst of applause sounded in the great hall. General stood on the high dais looking even more majestic, awe-inspiring and domineering.
But at this moment, there was a “whoosh” sound and Lu Xiaofeng was back in front of him, a smile on his face as he said: “That blow really cooled me up, how about another one?”
General roared with rage and struck three times in quick succession.
His blows were not fancy or tricky, but every fist struck was solid and effective.
Although these three blows were not as powerful as the first one, they were far quicker than the first blow.
Lu Xiaofeng was once again blown off, but not to outside the hall; suddenly he somersaulted in the air and landed behind General.
General might be bulky but he was agile and his actions quicker. Feet apart, knees bent and arms akimbo, he shed his robe, pulled back as though he was shooting at the moon, and released another three blows in rapid succession.
These were the most basic of fist skills, but coming from him they were not blows that could be countered by ordinary people.
Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng was not an ordinary person, indeed it would be impossible to find another Lu Xiaofeng in the world.
He darted aside in a flash and suddenly reached a hand out to grasp General’s elbow before ramming his head against General’s ribs.
He actually caused General’s one hundred and thirty-seven jin body stumbling backwards, almost falling off the high dais.
But Lu Xiaofeng was even more shocked.
He suddenly realised that this person possessed unusual strength; ramming his head against that body was like crashing into a stone wall and he was seeing stars.
And because he was dizzy and shocked, he laughed even louder, saying: “You lost again.”
“Rubbish,” General said.
“I almost knocked you down, you still won’t admit defeat?”
“What boxing skills did you use?”
“Head-boxing,” Lu Xiaofeng replied.
“What sort of skill is that?”
“That’s a fighting skill. So long as the opponent is knocked down, any skill can be used.”
General laughed coldly. “I’ll see what else you can still use.”
He got back to the same stance and struck again, his blows coming thick and fast, purposely establishing an advantage for himself.
This time, as he gave free play to his skills, one could see the true depth of his power.
Lu Xiaofeng had no way of breaking through, not with the way this was evolving. Lu Xiaofeng seemed to have realised this point as well, so he abandoned attacking and retreated to one corner of the stone dais, suddenly bent over double and clutched his stomach: “I can’t, my stomach is hurting like crazy.”
In truth, he knew that even if he died of stomach pains, nobody would care.
General shot forward like an arrow, raining blows.
At the point where he leapt up, Lu Xiaofeng had already slipped under his legs like a fish, then pressed his hands to the floor and arched upwards, slamming his bum against the other’s.
General was already fully focused on the attack and could not withdraw the force exerted, so this time he was actually knocked off the dais by Lu Xiaofeng.
Lu Xiaofeng clapped his hands and laughed loudly. “You lost again.”
General’s face was red with fury, his lips trembling.
“Why don’t you ask me this time what sort of skill I used?”
General didn’t ask, didn’t open his mouth.
“It’s bum-boxing,” Lu Xiaofeng said. He smiled and continued: “Next time if you see someone using his bum in a fight, you’d better stay far away, because you would definitely not be his match.”
General roared again and struck out once more. This time his target was not a person, but the stone dais.
The dais, made of green stone, was now smashed to smithereens that scattered in all directions. He leapt up as well and struck the second blow while in mid-air.
While such a strike was powerful, it also easily exposed one’s weaknesses, and was actually best used against a weaker opponent.
Lu Xiaofeng was definitely not weaker than he, so this was a cautious move on his part because he knew Lu Xiaofeng couldn’t hold his balance.
Nobody could stand properly on that crumbling dais with all that crushed stone scattered about like darts. That also meant one could not strike properly and could only retreat and hide. No matter how one hid, one would be unable withstand being swept away by the force of his blows.
Although this move was extremely cautious, it was however a definite killer!
Lu Xiaofeng had not recovered from his injury and his body was still very weak; he would surely be unable to withstand General’s aggression.
He could actually still retaliate, in circumstances that were completely unimaginable, he fought back.
General was vastly experienced and could decide battles in a very short time, and he’d been certain of victory.
A pity he had miscalculated this time.
Lu Xiaofeng was always unpredictable and always did things that people thought would be impossible to do.
Unique Lu Xiaofeng, unparalleled Lingxi Fingers.
His body suddenly flew up diagonally, used his index finger gently flick General’s fist and his middle finger to flick General’s chest.
What was the use of doing that against an iron fist that could smash the stone dais or a chest that couldn’t even be cut up with a steel sabre?
Nobody could imagine the amount of power that went into these two finger flicks.
General roared, flew up, crashed down heavily on the heap of crushed stone.
There were still thirty six people in the great hall, all staring at Lu Xiaofeng, an odd expression in their eyes.
Lu Xiaofeng had a forced smile on his face.
He could only smile like that, because he knew that even if those people weren’t General’s friends, they’d now become his enemies.
When a newcomer comes to a foreign place and suddenly has thirty six enemies, it can’t have been a pleasant thing for anyone.
He could only hope General wasn’t too badly hurt.
When he turned his head around, General who had been lying on the crushed stone had disappeared.
He turned around again and saw a man clothed in grey making his way slowly towards the doorway; General was in this man’s arms.
Lu Xiaofeng’s sharp ears had not at all picked up where this man had materialised from, how he had managed to carry General away and reach the doorway.
Lu Xiaofeng was stunned.
The man in grey was already out of the door.
The thirty six people in the great hall had all stood up and followed him out slowly; nobody turned around to spare Lu Xiaofeng a glance, as though already regarding Lu Xiaofeng as a dead man.
No matter how pretty a corpse, nobody was willing to look at it even once.
Lu Xiaofeng also suddenly felt as though he was standing in a tomb, there was neither man nor noise, and although the lights were still there, the place seemed darker than darkness.
If you couldn’t see anything, not even a sliver of hope, what use is light to you?
He was still standing there dumbly after a long while, unmoving.
This was a foreign place, so where could he go?
He was on the path of no return, so where else could he go?
At this point, he saw a pair of eyes and a hand.
A small and fair hand, a pair of laughing eyes, and Ye Ling was at the doorway waving at him.
Lu Xiaofeng immediately crossed over.
Even if there were a thousand traps outside, a million ambushes waiting for him, he’d walk out without hesitation.
He’d suddenly realised that the despair and helplessness of being alone was infinitely worse than death.