Abandoning literature for martial arts, starting by unleashing the beauty's bow.

"Who among you started the fight in Mao'er Village last night?"

Lu Fengnian held the stick upside down in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the eight lackeys one by one.

Upon hearing these words, the people in the courtyard immediately understood why Lu Fengnian had come.

However, none of the eight spoke; they only wailed and begged for mercy.

Lu Fengnian coldly added, "Since no one is speaking, then I assume that you all took action last night."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked up to the man closest to him and suddenly swung the stick in his hand.

With a snap, the man's arm was broken.

He then went to another person and swung the stick in his hand without hesitation.

With another crack, the man's leg bone was broken.

When he reached the third person, the man turned pale with fright, pointed to the two people not far away, and hurriedly said, "Last night, we were just putting on an act to scare the people of Mao'er Village. Only the two of them actually did the dirty work."

Lu Fengnian looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a short, stocky man with a dark face and a thin man sitting together.

So, Lu Fengnian, holding the stick upside down, slowly walked towards the two of them.

The dark-faced man and the thin man looked terrified, sat on the ground, and backed away repeatedly.

Lu Fengnian quickened his pace and strode up to the two of them.

The dark-faced man spoke with a fierce but weak voice: "How dare you break into Master Wang's house! Do you know who Master Wang's backer is in the county...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Fengnian swung his stick, striking the dark-faced man directly in the face.

boom!

The dark-faced man was sent flying by the blow, crashing to the ground with one of his front teeth flying out.

That wasn't the end of it. Lu Fengnian strode forward and struck several times with his stick, breaking both the dark-faced man's arms and legs. The man lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to move, groaning incessantly.

Seeing this ruthless scene, everyone in the courtyard turned pale, trembled, and looked at Lu Fengnian with eyes full of terror.

After dealing with the dark-faced man, Lu Fengnian strode towards the thin man.

The thin man was now deathly pale, begging for mercy incessantly, and his crotch was completely soaked.

Lu Fengnian showed no pity whatsoever. "When you attacked people last night, you should have known this would happen."

After he finished speaking, another beating with sticks broke the skinny man's hands and feet.

Then he threw away the stick in his hand.

The stick is as thick as an adult's arm and is made of jujube wood. It is dense, heavy, and solid. When it is completely dry, it is very heavy and difficult to chop with a knife or axe. It is resistant to splitting and will not crack.

But after Lu Fengnian hit this stick repeatedly, the tip of the stick already had more than a dozen cracks.

It's clear that his outburst of destruction just now stemmed from genuine anger.

Inside the courtyard, apart from the wailing of Wang the Cripple's eight lackeys, everyone else remained silent, not daring to utter a sound.

Lu Fengnian raised his voice and shouted towards the depths of the courtyard, "Wang the Cripple, get out here and see me right now!"

A moment later, a lame old man dressed in a bright red groom's suit walked out with a cane; it was Wang the Cripple.

Wang the Cripple's hair was already thinning, he had a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, and a tuft of goatee on his chin.

Accompanying him was a young man dressed in a light blue brocade robe. He was of medium build and had an ordinary appearance, but he stood with his hands behind his back and his face was full of arrogance.

Wang the Cripple stood with the young man, bowing slightly and showing respect.

Behind the two of them were six strong and powerful men.

Stepping into the courtyard and seeing the miserable state of his men, Wang the Cripple's face contorted with rage. His triangular eyes fixed on Lu Fengnian, he said coldly:

"Who are you? How dare you!"

Lu Fengnian slightly raised his eyelids. "You're Wang the Cripple?"

Wang the Cripple narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.

He may be lame, but no one with a limp wants to be called a cripple.

"Did you hit my mother?" Lu Fengnian asked.

Wang the Cripple sized Lu Fengnian up and down. "You're Liu Yunjuan's eldest son, Lu Fengnian?"

Lu Fengnian asked again, "Answer me, did you hit my mother?"

Wang the Cripple sneered, "That old hag Liu Yunjuan dares to call me Cripple, shouldn't I cripple her?"

"You dare call me a cripple? Today, I'll break your legs too!"

With that, he waved his hand and shouted, "Get him! Grab him first, I want to break his legs myself!"

Upon hearing the order, the six men behind Wang the Cripple immediately rushed out.

However, he had only taken two steps.

With a whoosh, an iron arrow shot out and flew directly toward Wang the Cripple.

The iron arrow was fast and sudden, and even a nimble young man could not dodge it, let alone a cripple who was nearly sixty years old.

puff!

The iron arrow struck Wang the Cripple's right leg swiftly and accurately, piercing his kneecap.

Wang the Cripple's good leg was suddenly rendered useless.

After a scream, he collapsed to the ground, clutching his knee and screaming incessantly.

The entire audience was stunned!

Who would have thought that Lu Fengnian was so fierce, starting a fight at the slightest disagreement and even using bows and arrows.

His archery skills were so accurate that this arrow crippled Wang the Cripple.

The six men who had rushed out stopped abruptly, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The young man in brocade robes who had been standing with Wang the Cripple turned pale with fright when Lu Fengnian shot an arrow at him, and hurriedly stepped aside.

Only after Wang the Cripple fell to the ground, wounded by an arrow, did he breathe a sigh of relief. Pointing at Lu Fengnian, he roared angrily, "Lu Fengnian, how dare you! In broad daylight, you dare to draw your bow and injure someone!"

The moment Lu Fengnian saw the young man in brocade robes, he knew that his identity was extraordinary.

But so what?

"What happened today is a personal feud between me and Wang the Cripple. It has nothing to do with anyone else. If you don't interfere, I won't touch you," Lu Fengnian said calmly.

"Touch me?"

The young man in brocade robes was furious. "Do you know who I am? My surname is Ma, my given name is Tengyun, and my father is Ma Hui, the magistrate of Qinghe County."

"You dare touch me? See how my dad crushes you!"

Lu Fengnian did not speak, but shot another arrow. The arrow cut through the wind and landed between Ma Tengyun's legs, piercing the stone slab under his feet.

Ma Tengyun was terrified, his face drained of color. He retreated repeatedly, his voice trembling as he stammered, "Lu Fengnian... how dare you... how dare you shoot me..."

Lu Fengnian said coldly, "I'll say it one last time: if you continue to interfere in this matter, the next arrow will not be aimed at the stone slab."

Upon hearing this, Ma Tengyun swallowed hard, took two steps back, and dared not speak again.

Lu Fengnian turned his gaze to Wang the Cripple's six subordinates and asked calmly, "Yesterday, which of you went to Mao'er Village?"