The mont you pushed the door open, you saw a man in an expensive casual outfit just stepping out of an Aston Martin sports car.
He tilted his head slightly and looked over at you, his lips curving into a self-assured smile. The look in his eyes was like that of a proud giant gazing down at a dwarf, filled with disdain and contempt.
The man walked a few steps forward, and imdiately about twenty people erged from a van nearby. Among them stood two n who appeared frail, but exuded a subtle presence, positioning themselves behind him on either side.
Seeing you erge from the house, Qian Zihao looked down on you with a superior air and cocked his head, "So you’re Li Muyun?"
"And you’re Qian Zihao?"
You didn’t respond, but instead, asked a question in return.
Truth be told, you had seen plenty of arrogant people growing up, but never anyone as full of themselves as this. Despite both hailing from noble families, Nong Fanfei was much classier than this Qian Zihao.
"Kid’s pretty cocky to be talking to our Young Marshall like that!" A burly man stepped forward, pointing at you.
As the burly man pointed at you, you laughed and shook your head.
Among the crowd, only Xiao Feng knew what your gesture ant. He said to the four people beside him, Zong Wangyue, "Let’s step back a bit and watch Old Shu’s moves first."
After Xiao Feng and the others stepped back, you extended your hand towards the burly man, gesturing for him to co at you.
"Courting death!"
The burly man, a brash youth from the streets, was instantly provoked by your re gesture and charged at you!
By the ti the burly man had taken five steps and was swinging his right hand, you slowly closed your eyes. When you opened them again, the Sen Luo Curse Mark in your pupils had already faded.
Right, you closed your Sen Luo Eye because, to you, dealing with such an idiot didn’t require any external powers.
"I’m gonna beat you so bad, even your mom won’t recognize you!"
Watching the burly man’s fist grow larger in your field of view, and when it was less than a ter away, you made your move!
Your body swiftly twisted to the left, and your right hand followed through with a punch!
"Bang!"
Fist t fist!
With that punch of yours, the burly man was sent staggering back, fist and all.
Setting aside that your physical strength had long surpassed that of ordinary people, even in the past, this burly man was never a match for you.
Fighting is all about technique!
In a head-on fight, as long as you can clearly see your opponent’s movents, you should wait for the right mont to act, move as swiftly as a cunning rabbit, and punch like a tiger!
The burly man shook his aching right hand, cursed loudly, and swung his fist at you again.
Just as the burly man’s punch was halfway through, you stepped in close and fiercely punched him right in the gut!
"Boom!"
The punch was heavy, sothing you could tell just by the sound.
He was knocked to his knees by the blow, doubling over on the ground, coughing and vomiting.
"Clap, clap, clap."
Qian Zihao clapped his hands with a laugh, his face still wearing a haughty smile: "Not bad, not bad. It seems you’re not as useless as I thought.
Then, Qian Zihao turned to the two bodyguards beside him and said, "Go and have so fun with him but rember, don’t kill him. The Young Marshall still wants him alive. Though, if his hands or feet end up crippled, that doesn’t matter."
"Oh, so that’s how it is. It seems we can go as far as crippling hands or feet. Looks like today, this young master will have a lot of fun," you said.
In the midst of laughter, you spread your arms wide as the Sen Luo Curse Mark slowly appeared in your pupils.
"Hmph, it could be resolved in just a few moves, yet you prefer to play it cool and suave, still so childish," the Empress complained, slightly dissatisfied as she sipped her tea from the edge of the window sill on the second floor.
Zhao’er stood at another window, imitating the Empress’s posture. However, like you, she wasn’t one to sip her tea daintily. She downed her cup of tea in a gulp and, after smacking her lips a few tis, told the Empress, "This is called having a taste for life."
Wu Qiyi walked up to Zhao’er and said to the Empress with a smile, "Zhao’er is right, life is too short to rush through; sotis, slowing down to savor the pleasure in things is quite beautiful."
The Empress glanced at the two won in front of her and pouted, "Sweet talkers."
"Kid, it’s not too late for you to kneel down and beg for rcy now."
"That’s right, it won’t be pretty if you lose an arm or a leg later on."
The bodyguards alongside Qian Zihao arrogantly approached, advancing from the left and right toward you.
Before you could speak, the two almost simultaneously launched their attacks!
Their figures flashed before your eyes, and in the blink of an eye, two fists were already in front of you.
Just as their fists were about to touch your cheeks, their speed appeared to slow down infinitely in your view. At the sa ti, you stretched out your hands to grab their incoming arms and pulled back, flinging them away viciously.
The bodyguards spun twice in mid-air before landing; both stood to your sides, their faces filled with astonishnt.
They thought their attack was all but certain, believing that by now, you should have been lying on the ground wailing. Unexpectedly for them, their offensive was easily neutralized and your face still bore that uncomfortable smile they hated to see.
You beckoned the two with a hand gesture and said with a smile, "Co on, let’s continue the ga."
The bodyguards exchanged a glance and simultaneously pulled out a Nepalese Army Knife from their waists.
"Oh? Switching to knives now, huh? That makes it less fun."
You couldn’t help shaking your head.
"Stupid brat, you’re asking for death!"
"Boss, these are the ones, they’re the ones who injured Glasses!"
Hearing Zong Wangyue’s voice, the playfulness on your face quickly turned grave.
As one bodyguard spoke up, the other took advantage of the mont you turned your head to speak with his companion, thrusting heavily on his front foot against the ground and darting towards you like a shadow, slashing a cool streak of knife light in the air!
"Mu Yun, be careful!" Nong Fanfei cried out in an urgent warning, while Ding Xiaoyang was already prepared to rush towards you.
However, when Ding Xiaoyang reached your side, your left hand had already grabbed the bodyguard’s incoming knife!
At that mont, your palm was facing the blade of the knife, with fresh blood streaming down from it.
"It kind of hurts," you said.
You turned to look at the bodyguard with a smile.
The bodyguard’s body shook violently the mont he saw your smile!
Then, in disbelief, he looked down to horrifyingly discover that the Nepalese Army Knife in his hands had sohow reversed and plunged into his own abdon!
"This... this isn’t possible!"
Only when he fell did the bodyguard realize his right hand, which was holding the knife, had been broken!
"Second Brother!"
The other bodyguard instantly exclaid, his anger bursting as a powerful Qi Force erupted from his body, becoming five afterimages in everyone’s vision as he slashed his knife towards you!
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