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Chapter 144 Is this even human?

"Huh? What is this?!"

Zhang Fuyun was startled and stood up with his senior sister Huo Qiao'er, both of them looking out the window at the same time.

Just then, someone outside was heard shouting:

"Someone's trying to challenge us! Everyone come quick!"

A challenge?!
Upon hearing this shout, the two siblings immediately sensed something was wrong and were about to go out to check.

"They must be from the Sanhe Gang!"

Huo Qiao'er tightened her belt and said angrily.

Wang Xi suddenly called out to the two of them:
"Qiao'er, Fuyun, help me out."

"Senior brother?"

Huo Qiao'er was taken aback, then said with concern:
"Father said you can't get out of bed without permission, or your injuries will worsen..."

Wang Xi, however, threw back the covers and got out of bed as if nothing had happened. Then, under the astonished gazes of the two, he feigned seriousness and said in a deep voice:
"Actually, I noticed this morning that I felt much better, but I don't know why... Don't worry, junior sister, everything will be fine."

"this?"

Huo Qiao'er was filled with suspicion and uncertainty. She first sized him up, then touched and pinched her senior brother's body. But she quickly realized her actions were somewhat inappropriate and apologized, blushing, and whispered:
"How could my senior brother's health have improved so much in just one night? Could it be that he has really opened up his Ren and Du meridians...? But I've never heard of such a thing before!"

"Senior brother, let me help you."

Zhang Fuyun didn't think too much about it, and helped Wang Xi walk out.

Huo Qiao'er could only bury her doubts in her heart and step forward to lend a hand. She kept looking at her senior brother's profile, feeling that something about him had changed, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

The senior and junior students helped Wang Xi walk through the courtyard and out through the wooden door.

It only took a few steps to reach the hall of the martial arts school.

Two groups of people were facing off, and four or five martial arts school disciples were lying on the ground.

Here stood Master Huo Mingchuan, his face ashen, Senior Brother Yu Ruiyang, and seven or eight ordinary disciples dressed in gray training uniforms.

Over there were about twenty young men, a dark mass of them, some wearing short jackets and traditional Chinese shirts, others wearing sleeveless vests and waistcoats, carrying sticks and knives, looking fierce and menacing.

There are two leaders.

He was a short, skinny man, like a monkey, with dark skin, a bruised face, and bandages wrapped around his arm. Yet, he wore a mocking and smug expression.

Beside him stood a tall, burly man wearing a black military uniform, a white beret with a black trim, and a fat eel embroidered on his chest.

Two deputies, also dressed in military uniforms, followed behind, each with a pistol slung across their belt.

Wang Xi immediately understood the situation on the field.

Just like the guess that Master told his wife last night, Liu Mengzi from the Sanhe Gang has brought people to cause trouble.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Huo Mingchuan questioned in a deep voice.

Liu Mengzi gave a sinister smile, his mouth twisted to reveal a mouthful of yellow teeth, and spat on the clean ground.

“Master Huo, don’t pretend you don’t know. Yesterday your daughter stole something from me and I caught her red-handed, but your apprentice, relying on his martial arts skills, beat me up without even asking any questions.”

He pointed to his face, then raised his hand, which was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, his expression ferocious.

"Hehe, I, Liu Hou'er, may not be a big shot, but even a man in the martial world has his pride... Now where do you expect me to put my face?"

As he spoke, he waved to the back.

Two men in short clothes carried a plaque over, on which were written the four characters "Huo Family Martial Arts School" in bold red ink.

This plaque was written by Old Master Huo Mingchuan himself; it can be considered a family heirloom.

Seeing Liu Mengzi's stance, Master Huo's expression changed immediately, and Yu Ruiyang, as the senior disciple, made his move.

Snapped!
He moved swiftly and darted away.

"Put the sign down!"

Yu Ruiyang glared angrily and shouted.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the signboard.

But there was someone faster than him, a lieutenant behind the man in military uniform.

Crack!

Bang!
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged blows three times, but Yu Ruiyang staggered back a few steps, clutching his chest.

"you?!"

He looked up, his face contorted in pain.

The punch from his opponent left him feeling a tightness in his chest, the remaining force tearing at his internal organs. His breathing became erratic, his face turned as white as paper, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"Master Huo, is this how you teach your apprentices?"

The man in military uniform said coldly.

"You're going to fight over a disagreement?"

Wang Xi, who was at the back of the crowd, silently observed the other person.

"Black Eel Army Captain Mao Xinrong (Hostile/One-Star/Elite)"

His two deputies, however, both had the stats "Wuhu Sanren·Huiyanzi" and were only three-star level characters.

These two men were clearly not affiliated with the local warlord, but rather were imposters hired from outside the region.

Wang Xi took the opportunity to glance at Master Huo again.

"Huo Mingchuan (Friendly/3-Star/Elite)"

The martial arts school is likely to suffer a great loss in this conflict.

"The strong bully the weak and use force to break the law."

Squad leader Mao Xinrong looked around with his hands behind his back and sneered:

"You really don't take Master Han and the Black Eel Army seriously!"

The "Fourth Master Han" mentioned by this person is the second-in-command of the Chen Kingdom government and the commander of the Black Eel Army.

The local tyrant of Fengdeng City, the current provincial capital.

"Captain Mao, this is all a misunderstanding."

Huo Mingchuan said in a deep voice.

The man in military uniform stepped forward, approached Master Huo, and whispered in his ear:

"Master Huo, you've been in this small town of Qingwei for so many years, I don't want to argue with you. But would you please reconsider Chief Tian's good intentions?"

"..."

Huo Mingchuan clenched his fists and fell silent.

The man in military uniform said nothing more and turned to walk back. At this moment, Liu Mengzi spoke up with a grin:

“Master Huo, have your apprentice and daughter come out, kowtow to me a few times, and pay me one hundred silver dollars in compensation, and this matter will be over.”

"Otherwise, you can forget about running this martial arts school. I'll smash your signboard today, believe it or not?"

"you dare!"

Yu Ruiyang said sternly. Liu Mengzi's face darkened, and he began to curse.

Captain Mao sighed and made a gesture. His deputy immediately pulled out a box pistol from his waist and aimed it at Yu Ruiyang's leg.

"What era are we living in? Why are people still practicing martial arts?"

Captain Mao chuckled.

Just as everyone's hearts were in their throats, they heard several sharp whistles as the second-in-command let out a muffled groan and the box pistol fell to the ground.

Snapped!
Two children were playing with glass beads, which dripped and bounced back and forth on the ground.

"Who the hell did this?!"

Captain Mao was furious, almost roaring.

The whole place was dead silent.

A large crowd had already gathered outside to watch the spectacle, pointing and whispering among themselves.

Wang Xi glanced at the figure standing quietly not far to his side, dressed in a thin gray training uniform, with a blank expression on the pale profile.

It was a hidden weapon thrown by my senior sister, Huo Siling.

Just then, Captain Mao drew his sidearm and pointed it at the back door of the martial arts school.

When everyone looked up, they saw Huo Qiao'er, Zhang Fuyun, and Wang Xi standing by the door.

"It was you who did it!"

Liu Mengzi screamed.

"Get over here and kowtow to me right now!"

"Qiao'er! Fuyun!"

The master's wife hurriedly came over from the side and whispered urgently:
"What are you doing here? Quickly help Xizhi back! Hurry up!!"

"Are you deaf? Huh?!"

Liu Mengzi's face contorted in rage as he roared.

"Get over here, do you hear me?!"

"..."

Wang Xi silently removed Huo Qiao'er and Zhang Fuyun's hands that were supporting him, and amidst the exclamations of the others, he strode forward.

As he passed by his master, he felt his arm being grabbed by the other man.

"This is none of your business. Go back."

Huo Mingchuan said in a serious and deep voice.

Wang Xi keenly noticed a hint of relief flashing in the man's eyes, as if he had made some important decision.

“Master, since this matter is directed at me, then I will handle it.”

He said it calmly.

Huo Mingchuan frowned, about to reprimand him, but his expression suddenly froze. He realized that his hand, which he was holding in his disciple's grasp, had been easily pried open by the other party.

This is hardly the strength of someone who is seriously injured.

No.

Even if Xi Zhi hadn't been injured, he couldn't possibly have such terrifying strength!

Huo Mingchuan froze on the spot.

"Ha, you hypocrite, you were all high and mighty when you kicked me yesterday... Too bad I didn't kill you then! You still have the energy to throw marbles, huh?"

Liu Mengzi glared at the approaching young man, his thin face flushed red, his yellow teeth bared, and he roared, spitting as he spoke:

"Kneel down before me—"

Bang! !

Just heard a bang.

Before Liu Mengzi could finish speaking, his face contorted and twisted, his head tilted to one side, and his neck bent at almost a 90-degree angle.

He was thrown into the air and fell to the ground.

It was as if all the bones in its body had been removed; it lay limply in a ball, its eyes wide open and its head drooping, blood gushing from its mouth and nose; it was already dead.

With a single hook punch, Liu Mengzi's head was flattened like a ball, and he was dead beyond any doubt.

"?!"

There was an uproar.

An uproar erupted outside, with shouts of surprise filling the air.

"Murder! Murder!!"

someone shouted.

No one present could see exactly when the young man made his move...

Swish!
The Sanhe gang members' expressions changed drastically; they grabbed their weapons and surrounded the youth group.

Captain Mao's expression was extremely unpleasant.

"Very well, very well!" He laughed in fury. "You dared to kill someone right in front of me, very well indeed!"

As he spoke, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

boom!
Flames spewed out.

Everyone was stunned.

Ding!
Huo Qiao'er, Zhang Fuyun, Yu Ruiyang, and all the martial arts school disciples stared intently at the young man's back—he had raised one hand, his index and middle fingers holding a bright yellow, deformed bullet.

"Wow!!"

A few steps away, Mao Xinrong let out a strange cry, as if he had seen a ghost, and staggered backward. Several people helped him up in time so that he did not fall.

Even the two martial arts masters disguised as his deputies behind him looked horrified.

Catching a bullet with bare hands?
Is that human being!
Wang Xi held the bullet between his fingers, the sides of which were slightly white—that was a layer of ice crystals covering them.

He remained calm and flicked his finger.

puff!
The bullet whistled as it pierced Mao Xinrong's palm, and the pistol fell to the ground.

"Ahhh! Get them!"

The captain covered his hands and let out a pig-like scream.

The Sanhe gang members didn't dare to go up, but the two deputies exchanged a glance and simultaneously slipped away.

Wang Xi took a step forward, his body moving like a swimming dragon, his arms outstretched, embracing left and right, his movements seemingly slow but actually fast, leaving a fleeting afterimage.

Bang!Bang!
The two "gray swallows" came as fast as they flew back.

Both of them coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, curled up in a ball, clearly suffering from severe internal injuries.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Even Mao Xinrong seemed to have his throat grabbed, and dared not utter a single sound.

(End of this chapter)