Looking at the bedraggled Hei Dan, Li Yan felt a mix of emotions.
Since his grandfather passed away, perhaps to escape that heart-wrenching place, after handling family affairs, he left Li Family Castle quietly in the night.
Wandering the pugilistic world, almost half a year had passed without him realizing it.
After all, he had lived there for many years, and to say he didn’t miss it would be a lie.
Occasionally, he would dream of the scene where the old man would sing Qin opera at sunset, waiting for his return.
When he woke up, his collar was already soaked with tears.
Hei Dan, that playmate, might have been the only person in Li Family Castle who was still quite good to him.
When he left, he didn’t manage to say goodbye, never thinking they’d et again like this.
"Yan... Brother Yan, sob..."
The child was obviously terrified, taking a while before he recognized Li Yan, and even then couldn’t speak a full sentence clearly.
"Don’t be afraid, we’ll talk later."
A hint of murderous intent had already risen in Li Yan’s eyes.
As he spoke, three n had already co chasing angrily, dragons and tigers tattooed on their chests, daggers tucked in their waists, scaring the citizens along the way into scattering in all directions.
"Hey, where’d this piece of trash co from, get lost!"
The leading man cursed, then accelerated to leap forward, raising his right foot to kick at Li Yan’s lower back.
Li Yan pulled Hei Dan aside and then sidestepped with a sweeping kick.
He showed no rcy, directly using Hidden Energy.
Crack!
Accompanied by a scream of agony, that man fell to the ground, his face hitting the ground so hard it was covered in blood, yet he didn’t care, instead clutching his leg and cursing through screams, "Damn it, you filthy bastard..."
His left calf was already broken, the bone protruding, blood staining the surrounding snow.
"Kill him!"
The remaining few n were all desperados, showing no fear, each drawing a dagger and charging forward.
Seeing Li Yan’s swift attack, they realized he was of the pugilistic world.
Two of them feigned to lure, and as they neared Li Yan, they suddenly rolled aside simultaneously, flanking him, gripping knives to charge from both sides.
anwhile, the person behind had already pulled a cloth bundle from his waist, unfolded it, and shook it vigorously.
Poof!
White li powder showered down onto their heads.
Their coordinated action showed they were obviously used to foul play.
But Li Yan had Divine Skills and naturally sensed it early, sidestepping and using the Red Boxing Diao Da Chansi Hand to grab one man’s wrist holding the blade, twisting it backhanded.
This was the Red Fist’s Jin Si Chan Wrist move.
The Red Fist excelled at masterful hits, and its grappling techniques were undoubtedly superb.
Li Yan just gave a gentle twist, and that person’s joint seared with pain, not only dropping the dagger but also turning as his body twisted aside, blocking the front of Li Yan.
Thud!
Li Yan moved too fast, leaving the assailant on the other side with no ti to retract his knife, stabbing directly into his companion’s lower back.
Panicked and at a loss, as he thought to withdraw the dagger, the white li powder had already spilled, coating him and his companion’s back in a powdery white.
anwhile, Li Yan unleashed another Windward Kick.
Bang!
The two n were directly kicked away, rolling along with the companion who had scattered the li powder, wailing nonstop.
"Watch out, this guy’s tough!"
On the street, four or five more n rushed in pursuit.
These people were accustod to being domineering; seeing their companions beaten, they cursed and charged, thinking they could rely on numbers to overwhelm.
"Everyone stop!"
At that mont, a cold shout ca from behind.
The n halted their steps, still full of nace, daggers and short-handled axes in hand, enclosing Li Yan and Hei Dan tightly.
"Brother Guo, he’s a practitioner!"
"Xiao Liu and others were beaten, Brother Guo, take him out!"
The n cursed and shouted, scattering the pedestrians on the street instantly.
Of course, the people of the Divine State had always loved to watch the excitent, so even forgoing als to catch a glimpse, let alone a scene like this.
Dozens of ters away, a crowd quickly encircled, layer upon layer.
"Oh, there’s a fight!"
"It’s the Fire Bear Gang..."
"Good sir, strike quickly, taking one down is worth it!"
So lively onlookers urged from within the crowd.
Li Yan paid no attention but slightly narrowed his eyes, looking toward the opposite side.
It was the Fire Bear Gang...
His heart had initially guessed it, but hearing the commotion outside, he was even more sure now.
Other n might have trained a few days in martial arts, slightly stronger than the gangs in Xianyang City but not by much, easy to handle with one hand.
Only the leader in the center was a tough character.
The opponent was tall and slender, not matching in stature with the surrounding either fat or brawny n, not in the sa league at all.
But in the pugilistic world, such anomalies were what caused concern.
Old n, kids, won, those seemingly fragile; yet, if they could mix in this world, they surely had one or two extraordinary skills.
This man was no different.
With the Yuan Yang Blades hanging from his waist, he stood at ease, his body slightly curving, his feet neither perpendicular nor parallel, his arms half-raised, his palms hovering above the knife handles.
It was a posture only a seasoned blade master would assu.
"Shut up, all of you!"
His angry roar silenced the surrounding n’s shouts.
Behind him, a young lad quickly ca forward and whispered:
"Brother Guo, this is Li Yan."
Guo Ai’s eyes narrowed, revealing a fierce gleam, uttering through his teeth the four words, "Oh, ’young hero’..."
In the pugilistic world, typically in such scenarios, one would exchange a few Spring Festival pleasantries, secretly dropping a harsh word, then evaluate each other.
But Li Yan couldn’t be bothered with the hassle, patting Hei Dan’s shoulder, "Hei Dan, don’t be afraid, which one hit you?"
However, at this mont, Hei Dan cared little for venting his grievances, instead tugging Li Yan’s sleeve, pleading, "Brother Yan, Brother Yan, I’m fine, quickly save my uncle!"
"Uncle?"
Li Yan raised an eyebrow, then glanced across, "Where is he? Let him go first, and then I’ll deal with you."
"Oh, such arrogance!"
Tall and thin Guo Ai originally wanted to tell him to mind his own business, but before he could say a word, he was amused by Li Yan’s remark, "Kid, tell , what if we decide not to let him go?"
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