Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God-Chapter 1592: Hot Commodity

Li Feng and Lin Luoyin walked up to the sixth floor of the Flowers Pavilion from the stairs, only to be faced with a person flying towards them like a cannonball.

Bang.

A defensive barrier of an array suddenly lit up, rippling with waves.

Splurt.

The person who crashed into the barrier spat out a mouthful of dark blood, evidently seriously injured.

This person is one from Group Five who made it to the Flowers Pavilion, and upon looking inside the sixth floor, he and Lin Luoyin were the last to ascend to the sixth floor.

As if the Tyrant Blade had said, the way to distinguish winners on the sixth floor was simple, which was mutual combat. As long as the other groups' Guardian Angels were eliminated, they could naturally ascend to the seventh floor.

There's only one Oiran.

"I, I surrender."

The heavily injured brawny man directly surrendered, but this drew a sneer from the opposite side: "Heh, surrender? I told you to surrender and scram before, but you weren't convinced and insisted on challenging me."

"Now you're shouting surrender, too late."

Liu Mang looked disdainfully at his opponent and directly raised a hand, a force pulling the brawny man from the ground. The brawny man didn't expect Liu Mang to be so relentless even after he announced surrender.

"You've forced me into this."

The brawny man growled, his muscles abruptly tensed, tearing his upper garments, Qi Transformation forming a roaring giant bear that rushed towards Liu Mang with his absorbing force.

"A cornered beast will fight."

Liu Mang smiled coldly, a gust wind spiraling around his legs, suddenly springing upward like a spring, his speed leaving a shadow behind.

Wind God Leg.

Liu Mang appeared in mid-air instantly, facing the brawny man's desperate blast, delivering an airborne Sweeping Thousands of Army.

The brawny man's eyes showed a hint of unwillingness, but he couldn't evade. His body couldn't react due to inertia and his own lunging, and in the eyes of the surrounding people, it seemed like he deliberately crashed into Liu Mang's kicking leg.

Moreover, he was headed face-first.

Splurt.

The brawny man fell backward in mid-air, blood from his nose pouring forth like flowers, while Liu Mang gracefully landed after turning around in the air, leaving the brawny man sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

Liu Mang tossed his hair, striking a cool pose, just as his gaze caught Li Feng and Lin Luoyin coming up the stairs.

Liu Mang's gaze merely glanced over Li Feng before being captivated by Lin Luoyin; if it wasn't for the rule of one Guardian Angel, he definitely wouldn't choose just one.

"I've won this round, haven't I?"

Liu Mang turned to check with the servers in the Flowers Pavilion, and they nodded, allowing Liu Mang to walk directly up to Li Feng.

"Get lost."

Liu Mang said unceremoniously to Li Feng, in his eyes, those from Lower Three Rings were almost not considered people—they were trash, not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

"What, you haven't heard?"

"You Ninth Ring garbage, stop making me repeat myself." Liu Mang moved his gaze from Lin Luoyin to Li Feng, speaking arrogantly and coldly.

"I won't get lost. Maybe you can teach me."

Li Feng replied directly.

Such arrogant types are unavoidable everywhere.

Heh.

Liu Mang chuckled at his words, raising a hand to grab Li Feng's collar: "You trash, are you talking to me? Do you want to die?"

Li Feng met Liu Mang's cold and defiant eyes, just about to Counterattack, when Sikong Lie walked over from the side.

"Liu Mang, you took my chance earlier. Regardless, this person is mine."

Liu Mang seeing Sikong Lie intervene, pouted: "Who's robbing you? The headcount's yours, but the person's mine, so what?"

Liu Mang smirked knowingly, looking towards Lin Luoyin.

"Ha, you wish. Move aside."

Sikong Lie stepped forward, staring Liu Mang: "Hmph, you aren't one who dislikes women."

"Pfft, who says I dislike women? Liu Mang, you're spreading rumors; I won't be nice to you." Sikong Lie was a bit anxious, glaring at Liu Mang.

The two were at odds.

At this moment, the server suddenly turned around and bowed to the incoming person: "Pavilion Master."

"Pavilion Master."

Within the sixth floor, servers of the Flowers Pavilion turned towards the approaching Pavilion Master.

Xuanyuan Yunge, Ji Wuyang, and others raised their eyes to the arriving Pavilion Master, even though they were noble heirs from Upper Three Rings, they held a high status in this Lower Nine Streams area.

But there were exceptions.

Such as the Pavilion Master before them.

"Greetings, Sister Qing."

The Pavilion Master glanced at Xuanyuan Yunge, Ji Wuyang, and others who saluted, faintly acknowledging before turning her gaze towards Liu Mang and Sikong Lie.

"You can have fun, as long as my rules are adhered to, you're most welcome."

"Don't bring the stink of your household airs before me; if you think your fists are big enough, I don't mind giving you a chance to challenge me one-on-one."

"Uh, Sister Qing, Sikong Lie and I were just messing around, right?"

Liu Mang was swept over by the Pavilion Master's gaze, sending chills down his spine; this Pavilion Master didn't originate from Lower Three Rings but came from the same Upper Three Rings. Why she came to this Flowers Pavilion and became the Pavilion Master is a tale.

This sister is indeed a legend of Upper Three Rings—a rebel against marriage and family, came to Ninth Ring alone, eventually becoming the Pavilion Master of Flowers Pavilion.

Though her dispute with her family remains, she's never been kicked out, for her exceptional talents pushed her to outperform peers; had she not been female, she might have taken over her family as the head.

"Mm-hmm, just messing around."

Sikong Lie rarely submitted to others, only his cousin Ji Wuyang counts, not even Liu Mang, but he refrained from acting up before the Pavilion Master.

The Pavilion Master rolled her almond eyes at them, not saying more: "Have the rules been explained?"

"To the Pavilion Master, one group just arrived on the sixth floor, haven't had the chance to explain."

The Pavilion Master nodded, waved her hand, then walked to a seat aside.

The server understood and turned towards Li Feng and Lin Luoyin.

"The sixth floor's rules for advancing: elimination system, first through Guardian Angel battles; winners earn one point, then Pavilion Masters compete, winners also earn point, and both scores combined determine the Oiran."

"With five competing groups, the one with a bye automatically earns a point, advancing to next round."

"Each person can choose once and refuse once; if both agree, it's a start, else if stalled, lots are drawn."

"These rules are hereby explained, understood?"

Li Feng nodded.

Sikong Lie directly faced Li Feng: "Liu Mang has already fought; only I and my cousin Ji Wuyang remain. I choose you, you can refuse, but my cousin's strength far surpasses mine."

"I won't deceive; fighting me offers hope, but against him, only despair awaits."