“You want to die? Don’t you know Lin Moran is my woman? You piece of trash dare to defile her?” Lei Gang strode toward Ye Feng, his fists clenched so tight they crackled. He sneered, “Get on your knees and kowtow!”
Ye Feng had been simmering with rage ever since being beaten by the guard Li Yang earlier. Now, encountering Lei Gang’s unreasonable arrogance, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Hah, make me kneel? Do you know my strength?” His handsome face darkened, and his figure flashed like lightning to Lei Gang’s front, raising a hand in a knife-hand strike aimed at Lei Gang’s neck.
This palm strike was executed with his full power, accompanied by a howling gale and the sound of air cracking, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. Its lethality was terrifying; if it landed on an ordinary person, they might not die on the spot, but they’d at least fall into shock or a coma.
“Wow! Brother Ye Feng is so cool!” Tang Bao’er immediately looked on with worship and admiration, hands clasped over her heart, her eyes practically sparkling with little hearts.
“Ah, Ye Feng, you’re fighting again!” Chu Mengyao chided helplessly, but the corners of her eyes and brows were filled with deep affection and admiration.
In their eyes, Ye Feng was a peerless master from deep in the mountains; surely he would defeat Lei Gang.
However, they severely underestimated Lei Gang’s background and the strength of a true martial artist. They didn’t even see clearly how Lei Gang moved.
There was only a dull thud, and Ye Feng was sent flying over three meters away, splashing into the pond with a great spray of water.
Lei Gang slowly lowered his raised right leg, snorting contemptuously, “Ant. Not even worth a blow.”
“Huh? Brother Ye Feng got sent flying again!”
“He’s become a human projectile!”
Chu Mengyao and Tang Bao’er were dumbfounded, their pretty faces changing color in disbelief. How could Ye Feng, who was invincible in Jinling City, be humiliated and thwarted at every turn here in Poyang Water Manor, suffering setback after setback?
Ye Feng had been kicked squarely in the forehead by Lei Gang. His head was ringing, stars swirling before his eyes. He took a few mouthfuls of dirty pond water before scrambling out of the pond in utter disarray.
“If I hadn’t been injured earlier, you definitely wouldn’t be my match!” At this moment, he truly felt like crying but had no tears. He could only stubbornly retort.
These martial artists are too strong. The key is, why do I keep running into powerful ones? Every time I try to show off, it backfires and I get humiliated. This is just too miserable.
Lei Gang couldn’t be bothered to spare him a glance. Calm and composed, he looked at Lin Moran and said, “Miss Lin, come chat with me?”
“I… I…” Seeing Lei Gang so overbearing, Lin Moran was terrified, her pretty face pale, tears glistening in her beautiful eyes, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.
“Don’t want to go? Then I’ll just have to invite you over!” Lei Gang looked at her like a little rabbit in its death throes, akin to a fierce tiger ready to devour its prey.
“Miss Lin, please!” Several of Lei Gang’s companions stepped forward, their posture suggesting that if she didn’t cooperate, they’d simply abduct her by force.
Lin Moran looked on with fear and despair in her eyes, crystalline tears rolling down like broken pearls. Once she went with them, it would be like falling into a tiger’s den with no chance of escape. But with Lei Gang so powerful, what could she do?
“Fine, I’ll go with you!” Just as she began to move her feet, about to walk toward Lei Gang, Jiang Tian spoke up lightly, “Teacher Lin, what’s going on here?”
“Sigh… His family runs a casino. My father gambled there and lost over ten million. My family can’t repay it…” Lin Moran sighed as she spoke, her crystalline tears falling continuously.
Jiang Tian understood halfway through her explanation. It was just the old, clichéd story: a girl has a useless, gambling-addicted father who owes a huge gambling debt to a wicked young master and can’t repay it. The young master then demands payment with her body, forcing her into marriage.
Jiang Tian’s face remained calm and leisurely. He smiled faintly and said, “Lei Gang, if I repay that ten million for Teacher Lin, will you let her off?”
Along the journey, Jiang Tian had gotten along quite well with Lin Moran. Back in university, she had often given him guidance and help. Moreover, Jiang Tian found she had considerable insight into traditional Chinese medicine; after all, she was a postdoctoral fellow from China Pharmaceutical University, so her level wasn’t bad. Jiang Tian had recently devised several medicinal formulas and wanted to set up a research lab; Lin Moran was one of the candidates he had in mind. Seeing her in trouble now, he naturally wouldn’t stand by idly.
But what Lei Gang wanted was Lin Moran herself. How could he agree? He immediately gave a sinister smile, “Jiang Tian, what kind of money does a down-and-out family like yours have, that you dare stick your nose in others’ business? Can you even come up with ten million? Don’t meddle in affairs that don’t concern you, or I’ll slap you dead with one hand!”
“Lei Gang, I’ve given you enough face. Don’t be reckless.” Jiang Tian smiled faintly, but his tone gradually turned cold. He said icily, “This matter, I’m taking it upon myself to settle. Consider that gambling debt void. You get the hell out of here, right now. If you dare harass my Teacher Lin again, I’ll skin you alive!”
“Jiang Tian, you…” Hearing this, Lin Moran looked at Jiang Tian in astonishment, her face full of disbelief. She never imagined Jiang Tian would stand up to Lei Gang so forcefully and with such arrogance. Regardless of whether Jiang Tian actually had the ability, just this courage moved her immensely. The key was, from beginning to end, Jiang Tian had consistently addressed her as “Teacher Lin,” showing great respect for women, giving her a refreshingly pleasant feeling. How could that hooligan-like Ye Feng compare?
“He really is an idiot, daring to challenge Lei Gang. Can’t he see how strong Lei Gang is?”
“Yeah, even Ye Feng was sent flying by him. Jiang Tian failed physical education classes all the time at school. How could he be a match? He’ll probably be beaten to death!”
But in Chu Mengyao and Tang Bao’er’s eyes, Jiang Tian was being reckless and boastful. They couldn’t help but look on with mocking and disdain.
“This Lei Gang must be at the mid-level of Iron Body Realm. One kick can shatter a giant rock. How could a useless, spoiled young master like Jiang Tian be his opponent?”
“However, this is also good. If he gets beaten even more miserably, then I won’t look so pathetic by comparison, right?”
Seeing this, Ye Feng felt a secret sense of schadenfreude, completely waiting for Jiang Tian to make a fool of himself.
Hearing Jiang Tian’s words, Lei Gang was so angry he almost saw stars. He sneered, “Jiang Tian, you are utterly arrogant! You dare threaten me? What do you think you are? Just a useless good-for-nothing!”
“Old Ghost, beat him up!” Jiang Tian raised a hand and pointed at Lei Gang, saying lightly.
“Yes, Master!” Before his words even faded, Ghost Kicking Old Man was already out like a gust of wind, smack! kicking Lei Gang squarely in the face.
By all accounts, Lei Gang was also a skilled martial artist among the younger generation. But the gap between him and Ghost Kicking Old Man was far too vast. Caught off guard, he was sent staggering backward, dizzy and disoriented. Several teeth, trailing threads of blood, flew out of his mouth, a gruesome sight.
Ghost Kicking Old Man followed up with a kick to his chest. The latter soared into the air like a kite with its string cut, crashing into the artificial rockery, then slid down to sit in a limp, boneless heap, continuously spurting blood from his mouth. He looked utterly wretched and disheveled.
“Trash, with your level of skill, this old man could kick you to death with one foot. If it weren’t for my master’s benevolence and kindness, you’d be dead right now!” Ghost Kicking Old Man’s eyes were icy cold as he spoke gravely.
“This old man is so strong! It’s like an action movie!”
“Jiang Tian’s attendant is actually a master!”
Seeing this, Chu Mengyao and Tang Bao’er’s mouths hung open in round Os, their faces filled with disbelief. Ghost Kicking Old Man’s execution of the Twelve-Road Tan Leg technique was so splendid it dazzled them, leaving them mesmerized.
Lin Moran was also unable to believe it, staring dumbfounded.
“Hmph! You dare act wildly in Poyang Water Manor? Don’t you know this is the Zhao family’s territory?”
“Kid, you’ve made a big mistake now. Zhao Yuankun is Lei Gang’s uncle by marriage. This time, you won’t be able to walk away from the consequences!”
Lei Gang’s several companions weren’t actually martial artists themselves. Terrified by Ghost Kicking Old Man’s ferocity, their faces turned pale. They hurled threats while backing away step by step, uttering three or five threats for every five or six steps they retreated.
“Hurry, call Young Master Zhao!” However, their words weren’t empty. Someone had already taken out a phone to call Zhao Hao, the son of Zhao Yuankun, to come and settle this.
“Haha, this Jiang Tian really doesn’t know his place. To actually strike so heavily. Now, no one can save him!” Only now did Ye Feng learn about the relationship between Lei Gang and Zhao Hao. He broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a wave of belated fear, but he didn’t forget to mock Jiang Tian a few times.
“Ye Feng, who is Zhao Hao?” Lin Moran asked.
“Oh, it’s like this…” Although Ye Feng hadn’t truly entered the martial arts world, he had heard Zhao Hao’s great fame so often his ears were calloused. One could say that within the entire martial arts world, Zhao Hao was considered an outstanding figure among the younger generation, exceptionally talented and brilliant. Not yet thirty, he had already reached the peak of Inner Strength cultivation and was called a Young Martial Arts Master. Moreover, Zhao Hao was known for his ruthless, merciless actions and his arrogant, domineering personality. He had traveled around China challenging martial arts schools, killing or injuring dozens of renowned martial arts masters, building a fearsome reputation for ferocity. Some busybodies even commented that he was someone who “fcks the sky, fcks the earth, fcks the air”—fearing neither gods nor ghosts, recklessly bold. Hence, he had earned a rather unpleasant nickname—”Zhao Sky-Fcker.”
At this moment, Ye Feng secretly rejoiced. Thank goodness I was defeated by Lei Gang earlier. If I had beaten Lei Gang and Zhao Sky-Fcker came for revenge, wouldn’t I be skinned alive by him!*
“Hmph, he just relies on having a strong subordinate and some family influence. But how dare he stand up to Zhao Hao?” Ye Feng glanced at Jiang Tian with disdain, his eyes so slanted they could fly out of their sockets, as if Jiang Tian would flee in panic any second now.
Hearing Ye Feng’s explanation, Lin Moran couldn’t help but feel extremely worried. The tears that had just dried up started falling again. She said tremulously, “Jiang Tian, let’s get out of here quickly! If they corner us, how will we survive?”
Unexpectedly, Jiang Tian didn’t move a muscle, his expression unchanging as if Mount Tai collapsed before him. He said lightly, “He’s just a minor piece of trash. What is there to fear? Since I’ve decided to take care of your matter, I’ll see it through to the end. Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he couldn’t touch you. If he comes, I’ll just slap him away the same!”
“Haha, buddy, you’re quite the braggart! Want to slap me away? Do you have what it takes?” In less than a few minutes, a tall, powerfully built figure strode in, dragon-like and tiger-paced, laughing grimly.
Although he came alone, he was nearly two meters tall, like an NBA center. His bronze-colored muscles coiled over his body like dragons, exuding an overwhelmingly savage and domineering aura that pressed down on the entire scene. He was like a primordial beast from ancient times walking out, his imposing presence astounding.
Lin Moran, the other two girls, and Ye Feng all felt that immense pressure. They involuntarily took a few steps back, their faces fearful.
“Cousin! Help me get revenge! This guy is too arrogant, he hit me right in the face!” Lei Gang struggled to stand up and scurried over to Zhao Hao’s side like a loyal dog seeing its master. Pointing excitedly at Jiang Tian, he said, “Cousin, hurry up and kill him for me!”
