Chapter 105 Making Money Until My Hands Cramp

Tang Yan's knee shot up, and his foot slammed viciously into Su Wei's lower abdomen. The breath of True Qi Su Wei had just been about to draw up was scattered in an instant.

A dull pain throbbed through his Dantian. For a short while, circulating his True Qi again was clearly impossible.

Su Wei fell into disadvantage in a single exchange. In the next three moves, he was beaten into utter disarray.

The Tang Yan before him was like a wild beast, his body carrying a fierce ruthlessness. Su Wei's own True Qi had already been scattered. Though unwilling, he knew admitting defeat was the best choice.

Su Wei was a decisive man. Once he made up his mind, he opened his mouth to concede-but before the words could leave his throat, a powerful hand clamped down around his neck.

The entire plaza gradually fell silent.

Everyone stared with their mouths agape, their eyes filled with shock.

Yun City, which had always been looked down upon, had actually turned the situation around in this match?

Wasn't it said that one grade was like a mountain? The two of them were separated by two whole grades, so how had Tang Yan completely suppressed Su Wei in a single clash?

"Pa!"

A crisp slap suddenly rang out, echoing across the quiet plaza.

That slap also jolted the watching crowd awake.

As they looked at the youth standing proudly on the stage, complicated emotions flashed through their eyes.

With that one slap, the humiliation Liu Zhi had brought upon Yun City was washed clean.

"This is the fourth move!" Tang Yan said faintly. Then both his hands moved at once, striking swiftly toward Su Wei's face.

"Pa!"

"The fifth move."

"Pa pa pa pa pa!"

"The tenth move."

"Pa pa pa pa pa!"

"The fifteenth move."

"Pa pa pa pa pa!"

"The twentieth move. The silver starts counting now!"

Only after hearing Tang Yan count did everyone suddenly remember the wager the two of them had made earlier. As long as Tang Yan could exchange twenty moves with Su Wei, every move after that would cost Su Wei one thousand taels of silver.

"Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa!"

A string of crisp slaps rang out, followed by Tang Yan's cold voice.

"Ten thousand taels!"

Through Tang Yan's clever use of force, he had not only sealed Su Wei's voice, but also pinned down his movements. Even admitting defeat had become difficult for Su Wei.

The moment Tang Yan began counting, Su Wei realized Tang Yan intended to earn silver from him. He even thought of simply fainting on the spot.

But every slap Tang Yan delivered was exquisitely controlled. It hurt terribly, yet caused no serious injury. Even fainting had become a luxury.

After dozens of slaps, Su Wei's face had swollen high.

When Tang Yan's first slap landed, it declared that Yun City's dignity had been fully restored. Every slap after that was endless humiliation for Yu City.

"Pa pa pa..."

"Twenty thousand taels!"

"Thirty thousand taels!"

The plaza was deathly quiet. Only Tang Yan's counting and the endless ringing of slaps echoed through the air.

"How satisfying!" Watching Su Wei being beaten, the breath Lin Dongxue had been holding in her chest finally eased.

On the judges' platform, Lin Xiao also revealed a smile.

Unlike Lin Xiao, Yu City's City Lord Yao Qian now had a face as dark as storm clouds.

"Too much!" Yao Qian slapped the table and shouted.

The Force of an Earth Rank expert suddenly erupted, rushing straight toward Tang Yan.

"This is the Eastern Region Grand Competition. Brother Yao, are you not afraid of breaking the rules?" Lin Xiao chuckled. His aura spread outward and stopped Yao Qian's pressure completely.

"Brother Yao, do you intend to break the rules of the Eastern Region?" Fang Wentian said coldly.

Yao Qian drew several quick breaths and forcibly suppressed the urge to deal with Tang Yan. In a chilling voice, he said, "Su Wei no longer has the strength to fight back. I request that this match be ended!"

Perhaps because his voice was too loud, Tang Yan suddenly raised his head from below, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"City Lord Yao, I asked clearly before. The match can only end when the person involved admits defeat, or when he loses the ability to fight.

"Young Master Su has merely suffered some light injuries. His True Qi is only unable to rise for the moment. As long as I put him down, he can immediately burst forth with powerful strength.

"The people of Yu City are indeed unyielding. Even now, Su Wei still refuses to admit defeat. Such perseverance is something Tang Yan deeply admires.

"As for why Young Master Su refuses to concede, I think there are two reasons.

"First, he does not wish to make Yu City lose face. Second, he is waiting for a chance to launch his strongest strike against me.

"Young Master Su's spirit of never admitting defeat is worthy of everyone present learning from!"

After a pause, Tang Yan added, "Oh, right. City Lord Yao, may I ask how much silver your Yu City storehouse has? Give me a rough number, so I can count while I strike. Otherwise, if Yu City cannot afford to pay later, would that not become a joke?"

The surrounding crowd was dumbstruck.

Such shameless words had actually been spoken by this boy with a perfectly serious face?

He even wanted to ask about Yu City's storehouse. Could this boy truly be thinking of earning back Yu City's entire fortune by slapping faces?

Tang Yan's humiliation was ruthless indeed. At the very least, the fury Yao Qian had just forced down was stirred up once more.

Fang Wentian also felt a headache coming on. The rules of the Grand Competition had indeed been set long ago. If Su Wei did not say the match was over, no one could stop it.

But this was happening on the grounds of Fang City. If he did not handle it properly, Yu City might bear resentment toward Fang City.

Although Fang City did not fear Yu City, Fang Wentian had no wish to gain another enemy for no reason.

In his heart, Fang Wentian also felt rather speechless. Yu City had truly brought this upon itself. In the first match, Yao Yuan had already helped Yu City regain face, yet Su Wei still wanted to continue humiliating Yun City.

If you had not pressed others so hard, how would you have ended up being humiliated like this now?

"Young Master Tang, if you keep striking him like this, it is no solution. In my view, Young Master Su has already lost the strength to fight. Why not end the match here?" Fang Wentian could only step forward as mediator.

Tang Yan's speed was extremely fast. Even while dividing his attention to control his strength, ten slaps took only a breath.

In the short time it took to drink a cup of tea, Tang Yan had already counted up to three million taels of silver.

"City Lord Fang, you saw it as well. Young Master Su's eyes are still filled with fighting spirit. Clearly, he is unwilling to admit defeat.

"If you concede on his behalf, then this hurdle in his heart may never be crossed, and his future achievements might stop here.

"Besides, forcing him to concede does not accord with the rules."

Tang Yan continued as if speaking to himself, "Ending the fight brings me no benefit either. Right now, as long as I move my hands, I earn silver. Look, in the time it took me to say these few words, another two hundred thousand taels have come in!"

Looking at Su Wei on the stage, whose face had already been beaten into a pig's head, Fang Wentian could not help feeling some pity, even though he knew Su Wei had brought it upon himself.

Being slapped in front of tens of thousands of people-within a few days, this matter would surely spread throughout the entire Eastern Region, and perhaps even to cities beyond it. In the future, whenever people mentioned the name Su Wei, they would probably think of him being slapped.

"If this continues, it will seriously hinder the Eastern Region Grand Competition. How about this: Brother Yao gives Young Master Tang some silver as compensation, and this duel ends sooner. City Lord Yao, Young Master Tang, what do you think?" Fang Wentian continued to mediate.

Yao Qian felt unbearably stifled. The one being beaten was from Yu City, the one being humiliated was Yu City, and yet in the end, Yu City had to compensate someone else.

Even so, he also knew this was the best way to resolve the matter, so he nodded in agreement.

"Very well. Then I shall calculate how much should be paid. At my current speed, one breath is ten thousand taels of silver. One shichen is seventy-two million taels. With my stamina, striking for four or five shichen would be a small matter.

"But since City Lord Fang has stepped forward, I naturally must give him face. I will ask for a little less-two hundred million taels of silver. That is not much, is it?"

Tang Yan casually named a heaven-high sum.

Two hundred million!

Everyone's hearts trembled. Leaving aside whether Yu City's storehouse even held that much silver, even if it did, would Yao Qian agree?

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