CHAPTER 383: CHAPTER 383 FULL ARMOR COMBAT COMPETITION BEGINS

The Scorpion Wine from two years ago has long been finished, and recently, besides Wuliangye and Flower Carving sent to White Cloud Temple and Elder Liu, there’s usually only a small amount of Stalactite Ganoderma Wine made from stalactite essence and Zhi Ma Reishi.

Now, Tiger Whip Wine is about to be ready.

However, although Elder Liu covets this wine, can it be sent to White Cloud Temple? Won’t the master beat me to death?

Never mind, just brew it first!

...

"Hey! Brother Lu! The people from Japan’s Sixth Heaven Club have arrived. Let’s have dinner together tonight. Are you coming?"

Three days before the competition, Zhao Wenyu’s call came through.

Speaking of which, in ancient times there was Zhao Wenrong, and now there’s Zhao Wenyu. This often confused Lu Zheng. If they weren’t in separate worlds, Lu Zheng would feel like getting them together to ask if they’re brothers.

"I’m not going," Lu Zheng said, "I’ll only go on the day of the competition."

"Alright!" Zhao Wenyu agreed, "The time is Saturday morning; should I pick you up then?"

"No need, I’ll go with my girlfriend, and I also need to pick up two other friends."

"Alright!"

After hanging up, Lin Wan snuggled up to his shoulder, "Why not go?"

"I’m just looking to have some fun on stage, not trying to make friends. Why go if I might feel bad about going hard on them if they’re too respectful?"

Lin Wan laughed, "Respectful, huh? They might just sarcastically mock you instead."

Lu Zheng raised an eyebrow, "That would be even more troublesome. If I lose my temper, they might not even make it to the competition."

Lin Wan chuckled, "You dare? A private fight? Aren’t you afraid of getting arrested?"

"A private fight?" Lu Zheng blinked and smiled, "Does what happened earlier count? Should we get arrested?"

Lin Wan blushed, "It doesn’t count!"

"Oh really? Are cops allowed to spout nonsense?" Lu Zheng feigned surprise, "With such a commotion, clothes torn to shreds, it doesn’t count?"

"I’m Interpol now!" Lin Wan’s face turned crimson as she declared, "I say it doesn’t count, so it doesn’t count!"

"Then I’ll make a bigger noise to see if it counts. This time, I’m not just kidnapping; I’m also going to apply torture!"

"No, please! Ooh—"

...

The next morning.

Lin Wan’s phone suddenly rang on the bedside table.

She picked up the phone, glanced at the caller, her eyes widening instantly, and answered, "Hello?"

"What? A confession?" Lin Wan’s expression turned serious, "Okay, I’m on my way."

After hanging up, she noticed Lu Zheng looking over, so she mentioned, "The suspect confessed."

Lin Wan had returned home early yesterday because the case she was working on was nearing its conclusion. The evidence was solid, and they had already captured the suspect, with professionals conducting the interrogation.

So by afternoon, Lin Wan had some free time and came home, coincidentally meeting Lu Zheng who had just returned from the past and was cooking dinner for her at home.

In a moment of passion, they sparred during the day.

Sure enough, the following morning, she received news that the suspect had confessed. With this, oral testimony and evidence could allow her colleague on a business trip to Hua Country to take them back.

"Make sure he’s careful and doesn’t end up dead at the airport," Lu Zheng commented.

Lin Wan, "..."

...

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

On Saturday morning, Lu Zheng looked at the small steamed buns, corn, buns, and soy milk in front of him, piled up by Lin Wan...

"Is it necessary?"

"Considering there’s a match today, a sense of ceremony is necessary," Lin Wan smiled.

Lu Zheng devoured the breakfast like a whirlwind before driving to pick up Huang Xiumin and the girl named Li Ying.

"Full Armor Combat, huh? Lu Zheng, are you planning to bully people?"

As soon as Huang Xiumin got in the car, she chuckled, "Why didn’t you bring your Wan’Er along?"

Lu Zheng, sitting in the front passenger seat, replied, "I’d like to, but this time it’s an all-male group. I’ll ask when they plan to hold a women’s match."

"Please don’t!" Lin Wan shook her head, "I’m not going to participate."

"What are you afraid of? It’s just entertainment," Huang Xiumin laughed, "I’ll film a video for you to remember."

"That’s enough!" Lin Wan said helplessly.

Her various trending videos had gradually cooled down over time, and she didn’t want another one to suddenly pop up like "Modern Female Cop Imitates Ancient Hua Mulan".

Li Ying, who seemed like a rather shy girl, just smiled at this.

However, Lin Wan’s spectacular performance in Japan had long been reported back home, and with Hong Liang’s personal account, who in the Interpol, Hai City Liaison Office, didn’t know Lin Wan was essentially a tyrannosaurus in human skin, daring to charge through a hail of bullets?

Ahem, of course, no one said this to Lin Wan’s face but privately expressed sympathy for her boyfriend.

Lin Wan drove swiftly to the Hai City Gymnasium.

After getting out of the car, Lin Wan didn’t follow Lu Zheng to the backstage but went to the stands with Huang Xiumin after checking the tickets.

Only Lu Zheng was left to head to the dressing room of the Hua Country team backstage at the gymnasium.

"Brother Lu! You’re here!" Zhao Wenyu rushed over to greet him.

"You guys came quite early, huh?" Lu Zheng noticed a lot of people in the dressing room, but besides Zhao Wenyu, Du Lin, Duan Xiaolong, and Zhang Tiexia, he didn’t recognize anyone else.

Everyone was looking at this hand-to-hand combat expert, who Zhang Tiexia had been bragging about nonstop.

To know, it wasn’t that no one had coveted Lu Zheng’s spot in the match, but they had all been convincingly defeated by Zhang Tiexia with an Eight Extremes Spear.

So naturally, they were even more curious about the Lu Zheng who could crush Zhang Tiexia.

With such prowess, why not go pro instead of playing Full Armor Combat?

"Brother Lu, armor and weapons have been prepared for you," Zhao Wenyu pointed at a rack on the side, where Lu Zheng’s Fish Scale Armor and competition weapons were, a Bright Silver Coiling Dragon Spear and a Brocade Spring Saber.

"Eh? Old Zhang isn’t using long weapons anymore?" Lu Zheng looked at Zhang Tiexia.

He saw that next to Zhang Tiexia was a knife and shield, but no long spear. Instead, there was a pair of Tiger Head Hooks.

Zhang Tiexia waved his hand, "Fight for what? To be beaten by you again? I only signed up for the Sword and Shield Event and Double Weapon Event. I’m not fighting you."

...

Lu Zheng donned his armor, walked out of the dressing room with everyone to the venue, and found that this Full Armor Combat Invitational was quite well organized; the gymnasium, holding thousands, had an attendance rate of sixty to seventy percent.

But compared to official competitions, private invitation tournaments among clubs had far simpler ceremonial proceedings.

A speech, a performance, and the competition officially began.

The competition process was also straightforward: each side sends two people for a head-to-head fight, and the winner goes to the finals to decide the champion.

The first match was the long weapon competition.

Wearing the Fish Scale Armor, holding the Bright Silver Coiling Dragon Spear, Lu Zheng stepped onto the stage and saw a tall, stout samurai in Japanese armor, wielding a long spear, standing opposite him.