Chapter 52: I Just Need to Hit You One More Time

Luo Qiman, who had originally intended to tell him not to hit so hard as to kill someone, was completely stunned and let out a sharp scream.

I wiped the blood flowing from the corner of my mouth, beckoned to Luo Wusheng with a finger, and said, "Come on, keep going. Don't be a coward!"

That punch had hit dead center on his vital point, but unfortunately, it failed to injure him.

This fellow had thick skin and an outrageously tough physical body. Even with my utmost effort, that punch only made him take two steps back and caused him a bit of pain, without inflicting any substantial damage.

However, now that I had found his vital point, I had a way to deal him a heavy blow!

Luo Wusheng took several deep breaths in succession to suppress the pain.

In truth, compared to the physical pain, he was far more shocked internally, for even he did not understand why I was able to knock him back with a single punch!

"Brother, are you alright?" Luo Qiman called out with a look of worry on her face.

Luo Wusheng waved his hand, glared at me with a gloomy expression, and ripped off the bandage hanging around his neck.

As he began to dismantle the splint on his right arm, he gritted his teeth and said to me:

"This is getting interesting! Kid, managing to hit me makes you not half bad!

It's a pity your punch was too light, otherwise you could have really hurt me!

So a weakling is just a weakling. Even if you manage to land a hit, it's nothing more than scratching an itch for me!"

I let out a cold snort and said to him, "Come on then, let me keep scratching that itch for you!"

This time, I didn't wait for him to make the first move; instead, I charged straight at him!

"You're courting death!" Luo Wusheng roared angrily and kicked fiercely toward my chest!

Knowing that an expert like him would have a follow-up strike ready after the first move—a seamless blend of feints and real attacks that made it impossible to guard against—I simply didn't bother dodging completely, merely leaning my upper body slightly to the left.

That strike landed squarely on my left shoulder, twisting my body around as if I had turned into a spinning top.

Leveraging that very force, I closed in on him again. Twisting my body, I drove my back elbow viciously into the lower left of his ribs!

"Damn it!" Luo Wusheng cursed aloud as he stumbled backward once more. The pain he suffered this time was even more intense than before, forcing him to clutch the spot where he was hit, unable to straighten his back!

I sighed inwardly. It seemed I still hadn't managed to injure him; this guy's ability to withstand blows was far greater than mine!

Yet, judging from his pale complexion and the cold sweat seeping from his forehead, he definitely wasn't having an easy time of it right now either!

I shook my left shoulder, spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged phlegm, walked toward Luo Wusheng, and said through gritted teeth:

"Hit me again! I said it before, today one of us has to leave here horizontal!"

For the first time, I saw a look of fear in Luo Wusheng's eyes. He took two steps back and cried out in terror, "What the hell kind of monster are you?!"

I couldn't be bothered to answer such a stupid question. As I walked, I took off my jacket, used it to wipe my face, and dropped it to the ground.

Luo Qiman, standing nearby, covered her mouth in fright at the sight of me, her wide eyes filled with disbelief.

Due to malnutrition in my childhood, my physique could only be described as skin and bones.

After following Master San, thanks to practicing Qi and excellent nutritional supplements, although I still looked lean and thin, stripping off my shirt revealed a solid, compact build.

Master San had said that my explosive power was exceptional, and my movements were flexible and agile; my talent for martial arts was actually even better than my talent for practicing Qi.

If my frame and strength could match Blackie's, my hand-to-hand combat prowess would surpass his by a significant margin.

During those years at the scrap yard, I had to be constantly on guard against those ill-intentioned fellows, brawling with Zhao Xiangbo and the others. Master San had never interfered, which undoubtedly carried the intention of tempering my combat skills.

Looking at the murderous intent in my eyes, Luo Wusheng was genuinely frightened.

His entire body tensed up as he gritted his teeth and glared at me: "Don't think that landing a few punches means you're bound to beat me!

Against someone with your strength, if we go toe-to-toe, it won't take me two or three minutes to put you down!"

I let out a cold snort and stared at him chillingly: "Aren't we going toe-to-toe right now? Or do you expect the two of us to stand still and let each other punch us for it to be considered a fair fight?

Idiot!

You said you could finish me off in a minute, how long has it been now?

I'll give you another minute, can you put me down?"

Luo Wusheng's face flushed red, and he cursed at me: "Don't be so arrogant! Just now I was merely careless and didn't dodge! You think you can beat me like this? With your kind of strength, if I get even slightly serious, you stand zero chance!"

I shook my head, looked at him, and said: "Luo Wusheng, I never planned on winning; my only goal is to beat you into the ground!

Your strength is indeed greater than mine, and if we fight again, it will certainly be hard for me to injure you.

However, the moment I land just one more hit on you, you're done for!

I'm not joking with you; I'm going to cripple you and scatter your Qi!

As long as I don't fall, I have a chance!

Can you guarantee you won't take another hit from me?"

Luo Wusheng's complexion was frighteningly pale, whether from the pain or the fear was impossible to tell.

He coughed twice, stared fixedly at me, and said, "Then let's see if you have the ability to scatter my Qi!"

Just as I was preparing to press my advantage and charge forward, the voice of Luo Weijing rang out from behind him: "Enough! Stop fighting, you've lost!"

Luo Wusheng turned around in anxious fury: "Dad, I haven't lost! I can still fight, this brat can't hurt me at all!"

Luo Weijing said coldly, "Once you turn cowards, you've already lost! I have no desire to spend over twenty years raising a piece of trash!"

Ignoring his son, he turned his gaze to me.

This was the first time he looked directly at me with a serious gaze, and his eyes seemed filled with considerable interest.

"How did you pull that off? Why were you able to spot his Qi gate?"

So that place was called a Qi gate.

I turned to face him, adopting a combat stance, and said coldly, "Cut the crap! If the two of you father and son want to team up, be my guest. I'll take you on!"

Luo Weijing shook his head, looked at me, and asked, "Your name is Stone? That temper of yours really is like a rock in a pit—stinking and hard!"

"You're the one..." Furious, I was about to hurl insults at him when I heard him continue: "Spit it out, what will it take for you to let him go?

Let's make one thing clear first: I won't let you scatter his Qi. I can tell that you kid have the capability to do it!"

As soon as those words left his mouth, to say nothing of the Luo siblings, even Wenliang and Little Monkey behind me let out soft gasps of astonishment.

Yet I found myself in a bit of a dilemma.

Right, I couldn't possibly actually beat Luo Wusheng to death. Setting aside the fact that I didn't yet possess the ability to do so, even if I really could, his father—a Qi practitioner himself—would never sit by and watch idly.

Nor could I keep him locked up here forever. What use would it be for me to detain a living person?

Glancing back at the coffin inside the mourning hall, I fixed a dark look on Luo Weijing and said, "Make him go kowtow and apologize to Master San, and I'll let him leave!"

"Go on!" Luo Weijing looked at his son and pointed toward the mourning hall.

Luo Wusheng shouted at him in disbelief, "Dad, why are you listening to him..."

Bang!

Luo Weijing unceremoniously kicked his son, nearly sending him sprawling to the ground, and scolded him with a stern face:

"When you trace it back, he is still your martial uncle. Now that he has passed away, what's wrong with a junior like you kneeling to him?"

Luo Wusheng fell silent. Reluctant though he was, he dared not defy his father's will, and dragging his feet, he walked toward the mourning hall.

I blocked his path and said, "Right here will do, you don't need to get that close!"

"You..." Rage filled Luo Wusheng's face. He glanced at his father, but seeing no support, he uttered no further words and dropped heavily to his knees on the ground.

I signaled for the people behind me to step aside, and then heard Luo Weijing say to Luo Qiman: "You join him as well!"