Chapter 63: Wang Hong's Younger Brother (Please Recommend and Add to Your Bookshelf)

Jiang Liliang's body shot toward Hua Tianyu like a cannonball, both fists driving for Hua Tianyu’s temples from either side! Even before the fists arrived, the wind from their force was already there—like two massive steel hammers, fierce and swift, crashing toward Hua Tianyu’s head! The power of those fists could split stone and shatter monuments.

Hua Tianyu’s gaze turned cold. Mid-level—Jiang Liliang was on par with the mid-tier of gene-evolved warriors. So this was all the Jiang family martial arts school amounted to.

He neither dodged nor retreated; instead, he stepped in, ramming forward into Jiang Liliang. In that instant, a violent aura erupted from him, carrying with it the breath of stars and all things, and crashed unrestrained into Jiang Liliang’s chest.

Jiang Liliang was shaken to his core. This aura was even more terrifying than when Hua Tianyu had earlier felled seven men with a single blade. His face changed dramatically, but his move was already committed—there was no way to alter it now. Gritting his teeth, Jiang Liliang forced down his panic and clapped his fists together with all his might.

“Die!” Jiang Liliang roared.

At this moment, he could no longer heed Jiang Yong’s order to keep Hua Tianyu alive. He was determined to cripple Hua Tianyu with this strike!

But Hua Tianyu was never going to give him the chance.

There was a dull boom. Suddenly, Jiang Liliang felt as if a speeding train had slammed into his chest. An irresistible force surged from Hua Tianyu’s shoulder—before Jiang Liliang’s fists could even close, his whole body was sent hurtling backward.

All he felt was searing pain in his chest, and in that instant of impact, Jiang Liliang clearly heard the sound of his own ribs breaking.

With a crash, he slammed heavily into his own men behind him. A dozen underlings failed to withstand the force and were knocked flying in turn. The unluckiest was the man directly struck in the chest—blood burst from his mouth in a spray.

As for Jiang Liliang, it wasn’t until he landed that he finally coughed out a mouthful of blood.

The whole thing happened in a flash. The head of Yongxing Hall was reduced to a blood-spitting wreck in the blink of an eye! Almost none could see Hua Tianyu’s movement clearly—all they saw was Jiang Liliang’s fists about to land when suddenly he was sent flying. As for Hua Tianyu, he seemed to have only stepped forward ever so slightly—his right hand still gripped his blade as before, his posture unchanged.

From behind a distant building, Fang Hao of the Green Robes, startled by Hua Tianyu’s move, fell back onto the ground, scraping down several branches. Everyone present had their attention fixed entirely on Hua Tianyu—no one noticed him.

Except for Hua Tianyu.

A cold glint flashed in Hua Tianyu’s eyes, and Fang Hao felt as if his heart had been pierced—almost stopping its beat. Still seated on the ground, he scrambled backward with both hands and feet, retreating a dozen meters before daring to turn and run, wild with fear, toward Hou Qingyi’s position.

“Boss… boss!” This time he was twice as panicked as when he’d first learned of Yongxing Hall’s attack.

Hou Qingyi, seeing his state, gave a shudder; the cigar between his lips nearly fell.

“Did Yongxing Hall spot you? Are they coming to kill us?” Hou Qingyi’s suspicion grew as he spoke, and he landed a kick as Fang Hao approached.

“You got discovered and ran this way? Are you trying to get me killed?”

“Boss, boss, let me explain…”

Having just crawled back a dozen meters, Fang Hao was knocked flat by Hou Qingyi’s kick, now covered in dirt. But he dared not get up, and started shouting from the ground.

“Spit it out!”

“Yongxing Hall lost! They lost!”

“Damn it, they lost—you should be glad! What are you panicking for?” At the good news, Hou Qingyi perked up, took a long draw on his cigar, and blew out a smoke ring. Then he barked orders to those behind him: “Grab your weapons, boys—we’re going to give Yongxing Hall another thrashing! Rat, you lead the way!”

“Boss, don’t be rash—please don’t…” Fang Hao waved his hands in alarm at Hou Qingyi’s plan.

“What’s this, Rat? Are you itching for a beating? You think I can’t even handle a bunch of beaten dogs?” Hou Qingyi crouched down, blowing cigar smoke right into Fang Hao’s face.

“No, no, boss, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“It’s that man—he defeated Jiang Liliang, the head of Yongxing Hall, with a single move! He made Jiang Liliang cough up blood! Before that, he sliced off seven arms with a single stroke!”

Hou Qingyi had just taken a drag on his cigar when he heard this; he choked, unable to exhale the smoke in time.

“He took down Jiang Liliang with one move?” the tall, thin man behind Hou Qingyi asked in disbelief.

They were all familiar with Jiang Liliang. He wasn’t the undisputed king of the Upper North District’s underground fighting scene, but he was certainly among the very top. And yet, someone had made him cough blood with a single blow?

How was that possible?

“Who is this man? How did he do it?” Hou Qingyi, regaining his composure, pressed urgently.

“They said his name is Hua Tianyu. As for how he struck… I didn’t see! Honestly, I was too far away—and even those closer barely caught anything!”

Hou Qingyi fell silent. The tall, thin man behind him dared not speak either. After a long pause, Hou Qingyi suddenly took two fierce drags on his cigar, then stubbed it out hard on the ground. He turned to the tall man: “Get two more of our best fighters. Make sure they’re armed!”

The tall man nodded and left to find them.

Hou Qingyi addressed Fang Hao again: “You’re still leading the way. I want to see for myself who this Hua Tianyu really is!”

“But… he spotted me!” Fang Hao’s words nearly buckled Hou Qingyi’s knees as he stood up—he almost sat right back down.

Couldn’t you just say everything at once?

He crouched again, hiding his embarrassment. “Did he follow you?” Hou Qingyi shot Fang Hao a sharp look as he asked. Even as he spoke, he felt a chill run up his spine—he wanted to run, but his legs wouldn’t move.

Damn this Rat—he’s more trouble than he’s worth! You didn’t get caught by Yongxing Hall, but you caught the eye of someone even more dangerous. Why’d you run back here? If my legs weren’t like jelly, I’d have kicked you to death already!

“No, he didn’t follow. He just gave me a single look, and it chilled me to the bone—I was scared to death!” Remembering Hua Tianyu’s gaze, Fang Hao shivered involuntarily.

Phew. Hou Qingyi let out a long breath. As long as he wasn’t followed, they could keep their distance and just watch.

This time, they really would just watch.