"Ha..."
Huo the Third let out a soft breath, just about to say sothing, when a beggar ca running into the second courtyard, clutching several jade carvings in his arms.
"Boss!"
The beggar's face was full of excitent as he said:
"This family is really rich, look at this piece of jade..."
"Swish!"
Before he could finish his sentence, his vision blurred suddenly, and a figure appeared in front of him. The sharp pain in his hands made him cry out loudly.
"Ah!"
Amidst the screams, the items in his hands were taken away by Fang Zheng, and his arms drooped limply.
"Taking without asking is called stealing."
Fang Zheng glanced at the loudly screaming beggar and said slowly:
"In the face of Master Jiao, I'll spare you with broken arms today. If you dare to act dishonestly again, I won't mind shedding blood."
"Fang Zheng!" Huo the Third shouted:
"How dare you raise your hand against people of the Beggar Gang?"
"Oh!"
Fang Zheng tilted his head:
"Are you dissatisfied?"
Even though Fang Zheng's expression was as usual, Huo the Third felt a chill, as if being stared at by a beast, and his movents stiffened.
What was going on?
He looked terrified, his breathing hurried.
Divine Fist!
The Martial Dao Will can intimidate others through every movent, a realm he obviously had never heard of.
"Ah!"
At this mont, a harrowing scream ca from the back courtyard.
"Hm?"
"Oh!"
Everyone was stunned, then ran toward the third courtyard.
Inside the courtyard.
Two beggars lay on the ground, wailing loudly, clutching their faces, fresh blood oozing through their fingers, soaking the dirt red.
Several other beggars surrounded them with sticks, while Liu Qinghuan wielded a dagger back and forth to protect Jin Shu and Old Liu's daughter, retreating continuously.
"Don't co over!"
"Stay back!"
Liu Qinghuan shouted loudly, flicking the dagger in her hand, displaying a hint of skill if observed closely.
This was only natural.
The two won had traveled thousands of miles from Kyoto, and it couldn't have been smooth sailing all the way without so self-defense skills.
The beggars on the ground were evidently her handiwork.
A beggar roared:
"You blinded Er Gou and Fanzi!"
"They shouldn't have peeked!"
"They only saw that woman's face under the veil, nothing else."
"That's still not okay!"
"Vile woman, get her, kill her!"
"..."
"She's so beautiful, it would be a pity to kill her, let's have our fun first, and then see what the woman behind her looks like."
"Die!"
It's one thing to insult herself, but Liu Qinghuan wouldn't allow anyone to talk about Jin Shu. Hearing this, she gritted her teeth, clenched the dagger, and charged forward.
Her movents were graceful when she danced, earning praise, and now, as she rushed forward, she surprisingly forced her way in amidst the surrounding sticks.
With a light thrust of the dagger, she aid straight for the throat.
Although lacking in strength and a bit slow, her technique was ruthless and decisive, and the dagger was sharp enough for the kill.
As the beggar was about to et his end, a Cyan Bamboo Stick suddenly appeared in the scene, and Huo the Third glared coldly, shouting:
"Let go!"
"Clang..."
"Ah!"
Liu Qinghuan scread in pain, her hand trembled, her palm split open, and the dagger in her hand fell to the ground with a clang as she staggered backward involuntarily.
"Such a vicious woman."
Huo the Third showed a serious expression, thrusting out his stick rapidly:
"She must be killed!"
He struck without rcy, wielding the Cyan Bamboo Stick like a spear, retracting and thrusting it out fiercely.
Aiming for Liu Qinghuan's heart.
The thrust seed ordinary, but it carried the force of a thousand pounds.
Even a dirt wall could be pierced through, let alone a person, and it approached swiftly, the gleam flashing as it neared.
Liu Qinghuan's face turned pale, too late to dodge.
"No!"
Jin Shu scread sharply.
"Tap..."
A rather large palm appeared in front of the Cyan Bamboo Stick, lightly clasping it with five fingers, halting its mighty force in place.
"Is this necessary?"
Fang Zheng shook his head, and with a flick of his wrist, made Huo the Third stagger backward:
"Calm down, my friend, there's no need to be so ruthless to a woman."
"Nonsense!" Huo the Third roared with anger:
"She blinded my n's eyes, and just now she was about to kill, brothers, attack! I want to see who dares to stop us today?"
"Hm?"
Fang Zheng's face darkened:
"This is the Fang Mansion; since when did the ownership of Fang Mansion change?"
"Huff..."
Before he finished speaking, the beggars, long filled with rage, already took action, striking down with their sticks in unison.
Fang Zheng tilted his head, his senses spreading out.
In an instant.
Ti seed to slow, each attack path clearly imprinted in his mind.
This feeling...
It was truly amazing!
Like everything was under control.
No wonder "Notes on Martial Arts" said that the Martial Arts Third Layer naturally produces Divine Power.
Clearly, his cultivation base hadn't greatly improved, and his physique remained at the Third Qi and Blood, but his external perception had changed completely.
Not just externally,
The force exertion internally was as clear as looking at the lines on his palm.
Sidestepping,
Evading the stick coming straight down, Fang Zheng lifted his hand lightly, releasing the Shaolin Vajra Palm Force, sending the incoming beggar flying.
Retreating, skin and flesh trembled, dispersing the incoming Power of the sticks, and rebounding an even more robust force, forcing beggars to lose their sticks.
Clenching his fist, he struck to the side.
Tai Chi Parry and Strike!
The Fist Force clashed with the stick, and the oil-soaked wooden stick shattered like rotten wood, while the opponent staggered back, hands bloody.
Turning around,
His fingers caught so incoming projectiles, and with a flick of the wrist, the projectiles shot back faster than they ca.
"Ah!"
"Boom!"
"Splash..."
Screams, collisions, and roars echoed in succession.
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