Chapter Ninety-Eight: Beating Someone Up

"I’m only telling you not to shout so loudly, so as not to disturb the others’ rest. What is wrong with that?" Zhao Jun said, suppressing his fury.

"Oh? You brat have quite a hard mouth, do you?" said the thin young man beside the stout one. "Fatty, I think we should stop quarreling over that woman for now and first deal with this stubborn little punk."

"In Eastwood City, I have never met anyone who dared talk back to me. Who would have thought that just after arriving in Litian City, I’d run into someone bold enough to defy me? Where am I supposed to put my pride?" The fat man’s face darkened with anger. "Sun San, drag that brat upstairs down here. I’m going to teach him a proper lesson."

"Feng Qi, take a few men upstairs too and bring that brat before me," the thin one ordered his servants as well.

The two groups headed up to the second floor at the same time, preparing to seize Zhao Jun.

A faint smile appeared on Zhao Jun’s face. He said to Liu Feng and Zhao Bochao, "A while ago I just broke through into the Yin-Yang Realm, and I haven’t had the chance to test my skills yet. I never expected someone would come knocking today."

Zhao Bochao said calmly, "Don’t use too much force. Otherwise, you’ll invite unnecessary trouble."

He and Liu Feng simply stepped aside. Dealing with these people did not require all three of them to act.

By then, both groups had reached the second floor. Looking at Zhao Jun, they fixed him with cold gazes and said, "Brat, don’t blame us for being ruthless. You can only blame yourself for offending someone you had no right to provoke. Brothers, teach this brat a lesson."

Several of them surged forward and surrounded Zhao Jun. One of them swung a fist straight at him, the fist wind howling as it reached Zhao Jun’s face in an instant.

Zhao Jun shifted slightly to the side and slowly extended two fingers, tapping directly onto the man’s fist.

Bang!

A dull thud rang out. The man’s body jerked backward from the force and he fell straight from the second floor.

"Good brat, I didn’t expect you to have some skill after all. Brothers, attack together!" Another man saw his companion defeated with a single move, his expression changing slightly as he shouted to the others.

The rest did not wait for him to say more. They all moved at once, launching a combined assault on Zhao Jun.

In an instant, more than ten people struck at him with fists, feet, palms, legs, and claws, all converging on Zhao Jun at once.

Facing the oncoming crowd, Zhao Jun remained composed. His palms flashed out like lightning, unleashing a surge of powerful force toward the attackers.

Bang, bang, bang...

The collisions sounded one after another. Then, with several whooshing sounds, all of the more than ten men were blasted off the second floor and tumbled down into the hall below.

Some guests who were eating below saw the bodies falling and cried out in alarm, leaping from their seats to avoid being caught in the disaster.

The men crashed heavily to the ground and immediately let out pained cries.

The fat man and the thin man watched all their people being thrown down, and their faces turned extremely ugly.

"Brat, so you’re determined to go against me, are you? I’ll give you one last chance. Come before me right now and apologize properly. If I’m in a good mood, I might let you off. Otherwise, you’ve only got one path left: death," the fat man said grimly, his face ashen with anger.

"Brat, did you hear that? What the fat man said is exactly what I mean too. I hope you can make good use of your last chance to stay alive," the thin man said arrogantly as well.

"Where did these two useless wastrels come from, talking so big and casually demanding that others die? They ought to look in a mirror and see what sort of things they are."

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out from the second floor.

Everyone dining on the first floor turned toward the speaker, wanting to see who it was who dared speak even more arrogantly than the fat man and the thin man.

At that moment, a room door near the stairs on the second floor opened, and a handsome young man in white stepped out. He looked at the fat and thin pair with a trace of mockery on his face.

Hearing the white-clad youth’s taunting words, and seeing the derision in his expression, the fat man and the thin man both turned red with rage, their faces flushing from red to a purplish hue.

"Brat, you’re seeking death. No one can save you now," the fat man roared.

"Brat, those words will bring you a fatal disaster. Do you understand that?" the thin man said darkly as well.

"Oh? A fatal disaster? Do the two of you trash really have that kind of ability?" the white-clad youth said with a tone so infuriating it seemed designed to kill.

"Brat, since you want to die, I’ll be generous and grant your wish," the fat man said. With that, he stamped the ground and leapt up, his huge body floating down onto the second floor like a mass of flesh.

The thin man followed close behind, jumping onto the second-floor corridor.

Without another word, the two of them struck at once, attacking the white-clad youth.

The white-clad youth looked at the two men charging at him, and a trace of disdain appeared on his face. His palms flashed out repeatedly, fast as lightning, colliding with the attacks of the fat man and the thin man.

Bang!

With a dull blast, the fat man’s bulky body was forced backward with a thunderous impact, smashing straight through the wall of one of the rooms on the second floor. The thin man also gave a startled cry as his body flew backward, breaking the second-floor railing.

"Trash is trash," said the white-clad youth, looking at the two men’s humiliating state with open contempt.

"Damn it!" the fat man shouted. He emerged from the room, a golden war hammer appearing in his hands. He rushed forward in a blur and reached the youth in an instant. Gripping the hammer with both hands, he brought it down with overwhelming force from above.

Boom!

The air was struck with a sharp explosive crack. Carrying a blaze of dazzling golden light, the hammer reached the white-clad youth’s head in the blink of an eye.

The white-clad youth watched the hammer descend and his expression grew slightly serious. With a flick of his wrist, a long green spear appeared in his hand. Gripping the shaft, he thrust it up to meet the hammer.

Clang!

A deafening metallic clash rang out. The fat man was shaken back a step, and the white-clad youth’s body also swayed.

At that very moment, a sharp gleam appeared, swift as a serpent darting from its hole, stabbing toward the white-clad youth’s waist. The air hissed as it was pierced, and the deadly flash reached behind the youth in an instant.

As though he had eyes on his back, the white-clad youth spun his spear. The shaft of the spear directly repelled the incoming strike. Then the spear swept horizontally, slamming into the thin man and sending him flying through the air to crash down toward the first floor.

Bang!

The thin man let out a piercing scream, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

"Brat, do you know who he is? You actually dared to injure him so badly. You’re in serious trouble," the fat man said, shocked to see the thin man grievously wounded. While speaking, he backed toward the first floor.

"Since you came, leaving won’t be so easy." Seeing that the fat man wanted to run, the white-clad youth thrust out his spear like a bolt of lightning.

With a soft tearing sound, the spear pierced directly through one of the fat man’s ears.

"Ah!" the fat man shrieked in agony. Clutching his hammer, he stumbled and rolled down the stairs from the second floor, then ran straight out of the Lucky Arrival Inn.