Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

He was both shocked and furious, never expecting such a formidable opponent to appear out of nowhere, especially in such a blatant manner.

The surrounding crowd erupted in uproar again, as the situation unexpectedly changed once more.

"It's Fu Yichen! Young Master Fu is here!"

"Holy crap, is this rich kid that strong? He even managed to drive Prince Hui back?"

"Situ Rui is his brother; he's here for revenge!"

"Now there's something good to watch!"

Prince Hui was forced to retreat in a disheveled manner, and just as he was about to reach the edge of the crowd, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He was about to unleash a ruthless counterattack when suddenly—

A short, stocky figure darted out from the crowd behind Prince Hui like a ghost, moving with astonishing speed. Taking advantage of Fu Yichen's all-out attack and wide-open defense, a heavy and ruthless short-range punch landed squarely on Fu Yichen's chest near the Tanzhong acupoint!

"puff--!"

Fu Yichen's forward momentum abruptly halted, his face flushed red and then turned deathly pale. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and staggered backward like a kite with a broken string. He took seven or eight steps before Xu Ruizhe, who had rushed over, caught him and supported him tightly; otherwise, he would have collapsed to the ground.

After succeeding in his attack, the attacker did not pursue, but simply stood there and clapped his hands. This man was burly, but less than 1.7 meters tall. His loose sportswear could not hide his bulging muscles. He wore a smug, condescending smile on his face, and his eyes swept contemptuously over Fu Yichen, who was coughing up blood, and Xu Ruizhe, who was supporting him. Finally, he looked at Prince Hui and nodded slightly.

He was one of the most outstanding disciples sent by Hikawa Okazaka to support Prince Teru, a ruthless character skilled in sneak attacks and defeating enemies with a single blow.

"mean!"

"A sneak attack! What kind of skill is that!"

"Prince Hui, have you no shame?!"

A wave of dissatisfaction and condemnation erupted from the surrounding crowd. The one-on-one duel had turned into a group brawl, complete with a sneak attack, which thoroughly violated the rules of the "challenge" and aroused the resentment of many.

Prince Hui steadied himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and ignored the curses around him.

He glanced back in the direction where the Hikawa Okazaka disciples were, secretly praising them.

"That guy, Rikawa, his men are indeed good friends. They acted promptly and ruthlessly."

He twisted his neck and looked again at Fu Yichen, who was being supported by Xu Ruizhe, whose chest was heaving violently, whose mouth was constantly oozing blood, yet who was still staring at him with a cruel and gleeful smile.

He beckoned with his finger, his tone full of provocation.

"Fu Yichen, weren't you pretty good at fighting? Come on, keep it up! Where's that crazy dog-like energy from before?"

Fu Yichen felt as if his chest had been shattered by a heavy hammer; every breath was accompanied by tearing pain, and his vision blurred. But he gritted his teeth, pushed away Xu Ruizhe who tried to help him sit down, straightened his still tall but swaying body, and squeezed out a voice through clenched teeth.

“Tai…Zihui…you…are only…this…low-class…skill…”

"You keep talking even when you are about to die!"

Prince Hui grinned maliciously, approaching step by step, ready to completely resolve this sudden trouble.

Xu Ruizhe's eyes reddened with anxiety, while Chen Mengyao covered her mouth in fright, tears streaming down her face. Situ Rui struggled to stand up and help, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

At this critical moment, a voice, calm to the point of being indifferent, yet seemingly containing an invisible power, clearly pierced through the noise of the scene and entered the ears of everyone.

"Yichen, that's enough. Go and rest."

As he spoke, a warm and steady hand gently rested on Fu Yichen's violently trembling shoulder.

Fu Yichen was shocked and turned his head in disbelief.

The crowd parted automatically to both sides, like the Red Sea parted by Moses.

A tall, upright young man dressed in simple casual clothes had somehow appeared behind them.

His face was expressionless, his gaze calmly sweeping over Situ Rui, whose face was covered in blood, then over Fu Yichen, who was coughing up blood and seriously injured. Finally, his gaze, like two unsheathed ice blades, landed on the face of Crown Prince Hui, who was about to make a move.

It was Qin Luo.

"The rest," Qin Luo's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness as he patted Fu Yichen on the shoulder.

"give it to me."

Qin Luo gently pressed his palm on Fu Yichen's shoulder. The steady force seemed to have a strange calming effect, which seemed to soothe the intense pain in Fu Yichen's chest and the churning blood.

Fu Yichen opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was stopped by Qin Luo's calm gaze.

He understood Qin Luo and knew that saying anything more at this moment was superfluous. He could only force himself to be helped to the side by Xu Ruizhe and Chen Mengyao, but his eyes were fixed on the scene. He felt both worried and an indescribable trust in his heart.

Qin Luo's appearance was like throwing ice water into a boiling oil pan, instantly silencing the noisy scene briefly before erupting into an even more turbulent wave of discussion.

"Holy crap! Who's that guy? He's so handsome!"

"You don't even know him? Qin Luo! He's the hottest guy in our Mindu right now!"

"Qin Luo? Is that the legendary, incredibly skilled fighter who dared to go head-to-head with the Anbang Group?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I heard he has an unfathomable background, and he's incredibly good-looking! That face, that aura..."

"That's Qin Luo? He truly lives up to his reputation! But... he seems to have come alone? Prince Hui has over twenty people on his side, and those boxers that Hikawa Okazaka brought don't look like pushovers. Can he handle it?"

"One-man attack against more than twenty people? That's... a bit too overconfident! Two fists can't fight four hands!"

"It's hard to say. Haven't you heard? At the Xishan Villa, he single-handedly turned Prince Hui's stronghold upside down! Maybe he really does have a way!"

"But that was a sneak attack, wasn't it? This is a head-on confrontation..." The surrounding crowd whispered among themselves, their gazes shifting between Qin Luo's tall, aloof figure and the large, menacing-looking group behind Prince Hui. While they admired Qin Luo's appearance and bearing, they were more concerned about his current predicament. After all, while his imposing presence was impressive, the reality was that the other side outnumbered them and had many skilled fighters.

The moment Prince Hui saw Qin Luo appear, his pupils contracted sharply, and a complex mix of fear, anger, and shame from the humiliation he had suffered during the day surged into his heart.

He forced himself to calm down, his eyes darted around, and he suddenly remembered his mother Qiu Qinyun's and Daofeng's warnings, as well as the dying old man An on his sickbed.

Perhaps… this is an opportunity? Now that Qin Luo is out, it means the pressure from the detention center has eased. The most urgent thing now is to get him to visit the old man. As for personal grudges, they can be put aside for now, or even used as leverage?
Thinking of this, Prince Hui took a deep breath, suppressed the surging hatred, forced a somewhat unnatural smile onto his face, stepped forward, raised his voice, and tried to make his words sound more sincere.

"Qin Luo! You've come at the perfect time! What happened at the detention center during the day was a misunderstanding caused by my men! I sincerely apologize to you now! The old man is critically ill and urgently needs your help!"
"As long as you're willing to help, I, Li Guanghui, guarantee that all previous unpleasantness will be wiped clean! Anbang Group will also forever remember your great kindness! You see…"

He spoke quickly, with obvious urgency and a hint of imperceptible pleading, trying to steer the conversation toward Old Master An, using righteousness and interests to ease the tension, and even to coerce Qin Luo.

However, Qin Luo merely glanced at him indifferently, his gaze as if he were looking at a noisy stranger, without the slightest ripple, and without any intention of responding.

His gaze went straight past Prince Hui and landed on the short, stocky boxer who had just successfully ambushed Fu Yichen and was now standing behind Prince Hui with a smug and contemptuous smile on his face.

Locked onto by Qin Luo's calm yet all-seeing gaze, the short, stocky boxer's smile froze slightly, and a chill inexplicably rose in his heart. But relying on the fact that his side had more people and that he had just made a "merit," he forced himself to remain calm and even raised his chin provocatively.

Qin Luo made a move.

Without warning, without any preamble, and without even giving Prince Hui a chance to finish speaking.

His movements were faster than the visual limits of ordinary people. Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and the tall figure had already disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared in front of the short and stocky boxer like a ghost!

The short, stocky boxer only saw a foot wearing an ordinary sneaker rapidly magnify in his vision, accompanied by a terrifying gust of wind that sent chills down his spine! He had no time to make any effective block or dodge, and in his haste, he could only instinctively cross his arms in front of his chest, tensing all his muscles, trying to withstand the attack.

"boom--!!!"

A dull, muffled sound, like a heavy hammer striking a sandbag, exploded out!

Then came the sickening sound of bones cracking!
The short, stocky boxer felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck. The excruciating pain in his arms instantly numbed his nerves. His crossed arms were no match for the overwhelming force, and he was kicked backward, bending and deforming! The terrifying force penetrated his body, and his muscular frame, weighing over 180 pounds, flew backward like a broken kite with a broken string!

"Boom—crash!!!"

His body traced a brief parabola before slamming heavily into the side door of a parked white BMW X5 behind him! The sturdy steel plate instantly caved in, creating a shocking, human-shaped crater, and the car windows shattered with a loud crash!
The short, stocky boxer was embedded in the car door, gushing blood mixed with pieces of internal organs. His head lolled to the side, and he passed out, his fate unknown.
quiet!
Deathly silence!

The crowd that had been discussing this moment were now all speechless, as if they had been choked, their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound, only gasps of shock echoing through the air.

The power, speed, and ruthlessness of that kick completely shattered their understanding! This wasn't a fight; it was a crushing defeat! A devastating blow!

After a brief silence, an even more excited chorus of exclamations erupted!
"I... my God! One kick! Just one kick?!"

"That guy must weigh at least 180 or 190 pounds, right? He was kicked away like a football?!"

"They even dented someone's BMW door?! How much force did that take?!"

"Awesome! Absolutely amazing! Is this Qin Luo's strength?!"

"No wonder he dared to come alone! This guy isn't even human!"

"Prince Hui has really messed up this time! No, he's messed up a steel plate, no, he's messed up a titanium alloy plate!"

The forced smile on Prince Hui's face froze completely, turning into a grimace of disbelief and horror.

He was closest to the kick and could feel the terrifying power it contained—a power far beyond what ordinary fighting could achieve! He even doubted whether he himself could have blocked that kick. The answer chilled him to the bone.

"Puppy! Puppy!"

A roar filled with shock and anger shattered the silence.

Hikawa Okazaka, who had been watching the battle from a distance, could no longer maintain his superior demeanor. His expression changed drastically as he rushed to his prized disciple's side.

He crouched down and hurriedly checked, only to find that the boxer called "Little Dog" had a visibly sunken chest, twisted arms, and was unconsciously oozing blood from his mouth, his breath so weak it was almost imperceptible.

Hikawa Okazaka suddenly raised his head, staring at Qin Luo with a sinister look, and rebuked him sharply in his broken but understandable Chinese.

"Baka! You...you actually attacked me by sneak attack! That's so unfair! A martial arts contest should be fair and square! You..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was drowned out by a huge burst of boos and laughter from the surrounding crowd!

"Pah! Have you no shame?"

"Upright and honorable? When your men attacked the rich young master, what about being upright and honorable?"

"Exactly! Only you islanders are allowed to launch sneak attacks, but others aren't allowed to fight back? What kind of bullshit logic is that!"

"That short guy from that island nation is fucking shameless!"

"The thief cries 'Stop thief!' His skin is thicker than a city wall!"

The crowd was outraged, especially many of the young people who already had a bad impression of the Japanese. Seeing Hikawa Okazaka so blatantly distorting the truth, they were even more furious and started cursing. Everyone had clearly seen Hikawa's men sneak attack Fu Yichen, yet now he was turning around and accusing Qin Luo of "being dishonest in sneaking up on him." His shamelessness was simply astonishing.

Hikawa Okazaka's face turned red and white as he was scolded. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't suppress the crowd's shouts at all, and he was so angry that he trembled all over.

Standing slightly out of the crowd, Ling Yue's cool gaze had been fixed on Qin Luo ever since he appeared. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes when she saw Qin Luo's astonishing kick, but then her gaze swept over the formation of nearly twenty men behind Prince Hui, who, though intimidated, still numbered quite a bit, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

No matter how strong Qin Luo is, he is still made of flesh and blood. His opponents outnumber him, and several of them appear composed and clearly skilled fighters. If they all swarm him, there's a real possibility that a novice could be overwhelmed by a flurry of punches. Calling the police? Obviously, it's too late, and in this kind of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) brawl, the police might only complicate matters further.

Ling Yue's mind raced; she was not an impulsive person, and she made a decision in an instant.

She took a deep breath, and her clear, cold voice suddenly rose in pitch, piercing through the noisy shouts and reaching everyone's ears.

"Look closely, everyone! These people who helped Prince Hui fight and even launched sneak attacks are all from Japan! They were brought by that Japanese boxer named Hikawa Okazaka! On our Chinese soil, they're helping outsiders bully our own people—do they even have any sense of reason?!" (End of Chapter)