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Chapter 1078 - Chapter 1078 Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy-Two Ding

Chapter 1078: Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy-Two: Ding Family Martial Arts Hall Chapter 1078: Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy-Two: Ding Family Martial Arts Hall Brother Tian watched Tang Luo eating and, unable to help himself, swallowed before trying to mimic Tang Luo by putting a cornstalk into his mouth.

It must be said that martial artists do have good teeth, and Brother Tian managed to crush the tough dry cornstalk after a few bites, followed by the sound of “ptui ptui ptui ptui.”

Even cattle and sheep disliked cornstalks, let alone people. Brother Tian, finding the taste akin to chewing wax, spat it out after only a couple of bites, provoking Tang Luo to laugh heartily.

Feeling embarrassed, Brother Tian threw the bitten cornstalk out into the fields beyond the house and declared firmly, “This won’t do, I must find a way to make money. I refuse to be choked to death by cornstalks!”

“Oh?” Tang Luo raised an eyebrow from the bed. “Is there really such a thing as a business in Chaochang that requires no capital to start? I would like to hear more!”

“Hmph, I am a descendant of the god of commerce. It’s hard to say how strong I am in martial arts, but when it comes to doing business, none of the merchants in Chaochang can hold a candle to me!” Brother Tian said grumblingly. “It’s just that I’m currently out of capital, and that’s what’s limiting my potential…”

Just as they were speaking, both Brother Tian and Tang Luo’s expressions changed simultaneously, for the seldom-visited yard was suddenly kicked open by someone.

Almost at the same moment they heard the noise outside, Brother Tian’s single hand formed a seal and pressed down on the ground, creating a portal to another realm. He grabbed Tang Luo by the shirtfront, ready to throw him through the portal, but then they heard someone outside say, “Huai Chenghua of the Ding Family Martial Arts Hall seeks an audience with Boss Yun!”

The two men, who were in a hurry to escape, froze on the spot and exchanged glances, both sighing in relief. It wasn’t a case of their identities being exposed!

Having regained their composure, Brother Tian, still holding onto Tang Luo’s collar, put him back in bed. Then, furious, he walked out of the storage shed to see who it was that had given them such a fright.

Meanwhile, Tang Luo in the bed paid close attention to the situation outside, because he had the feeling that the name Huai Chenghua sounded familiar.

When Brother Tian stepped outside, he finally got a clear view of the visitor. Besides the man sitting in the yard, there were over a dozen young disciples wearing the uniform of the Ding Family Martial Arts Hall standing in two rows behind him. On the side, with a face full of bruises, Huangfu Wang knelt next to the man. The moment Huangfu Wang saw Brother Tian, he tried to stand up, excited, but two martial arts hall disciples kicked him simultaneously on the left and right Weizhong acupoints (pressure points behind the knees), causing him to scream in pain and kneel down again.

The man sitting in the yard glanced at Huangfu Wang and straightened his sleeve casually, then lazily stood up and greeted Brother Tian with cupped hands: “Huai Chenghua has the pleasure to meet Boss Yun. My men lack discipline; please forgive the comedy.”

As he spoke, Huai Chenghua turned his head and with feigned solemnity scolded the two disciples who had kicked down Huangfu Wang. “Look at the trouble you’ve caused. Huangfu Wang may be young, but he’s still the head of the Huangfu Family. If he were to die from your beating, would you be the ones to pay his debts? Help him up now!”

The two martial arts hall disciples were clearly Huai Chenghua’s confidants and didn’t take the scolding seriously. Instead, they smirked and stepped forward to prop Huangfu Wang up.

Brother Tian observed Huangfu Wang being lifted and could tell that the young man had suffered inhuman treatment before coming here; his face was swollen like a pig’s head, the purple swelling above his left brow was still bleeding, forcing his left eye shut, he could barely open it.

It was only right to repay debts, but to beat someone to this extent was excessive.

Brother Tian snorted coldly, his sleeves fluttering as he extended several Yun hands, and with a succession of slaps, the disciples who came to show force were knocked to the ground.

Dozens of Yun hands bent back from all directions, converging on Huai Chenghua’s location, severing the attempt of the martial arts hall’s Second Senior Brother to use his Spirit Art. The sequence of blows not only broke his moves but also sent him staggering backward, vomiting blood.

The Yun hands then swiveled, seizing the airborne Huai Chenghua and pulling him close. Dozens of Yun hands, like steel claws, gripped his limbs and neck. An icy chill emanated from the tightening grasp, saturated with overwhelming fear.

Just as Huai Chenghua found breathing increasingly difficult, the Yun hands finally ceased tightening. Thinking himself a dead man, Huai Chenghua opened his eyes only to lock gazes with Brother Tian’s ice-cold pupils, despair flooding his heart.

Qingtian Gang had once been the stuff of legend in the East Market, a reputation wrought through combat and bloodshed. And as a boss of Qingtian Gang, Yun Tian was certainly no pushover.

But money has a way of swaying hearts more than mere rumors. When Huai Chenghua approached Huangfu Wang to claim his share, the young man audaciously claimed that it was Yun Tian who was the caravan’s major shareholder. He insisted on settling Yun Tian’s share first before dealing with Manager Liu and him.

Such a claim was something Huai Chenghua could not accept. After having his disciples beat up Huangfu Wang, he had people go to Yun Tian’s home, never taking Yun Tian seriously before the visit.

After all, everyone well understood the true capacity of so-called strongmen talked about in the streets.

But who could have known that only after a single exchange would they realize that Yun Tian possessed genuine skill in the most widely practiced Spirit Art in Longzhou.

The Yun Clan’s Spiritual Technique was as well-known for its strengths as it was for its flaws, and the disciples who practiced it usually fell into one of two categories.

One was that nobody could beat them, and the other was that nobody could beat them.

It was clear that this man belonged to the latter. Yun hands clamped down on his joints like steel claws, forcing Huai Chenghua to shed all pride and shout for mercy, “Boss Yun, a misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding! Please, show some leniency, for the sake of my master, spare my life!”

As the Second Senior Brother of Ding Family Martial Arts Hall, Huai Chenghua had led his disciples to make a scene only to be knocked to the ground. He knew he had lost face, and invoking his master’s name in defeat was even more humiliating.

But loss of face was nothing compared to one’s life, especially since Yun Tian was radiating murderous intent. According to Chaochang’s laws, if an intruder is killed by the homeowner after breaking into a private residence, the death is considered justified.

The neighbors must have heard the initial sound of the door being kicked in. So, if several bodies were carried out later, even the local guardhouse would have nothing to say about it.

The martial arts hall disciples, upon hearing their Senior Brother invoke their master’s name, filled with hope, believing that their master’s reputation would be enough to deter Yun Tian.

Though Ding Family Martial Arts Hall was not an old-established school, Master Ding had become quite renowned in recent years. After arriving in Chaochang, with his divine legwork, he opened a school in East Market, teaching genuine skills and authentic methods. Within just a few years, Ding Family Martial Arts Hall had carved out a notable reputation for itself.

In a market flooded with martial arts schools prioritizing tuition fees over the quality of teaching, the emergence of one willing to impart real knowledge was bound to stand out like a crane amongst chickens.

In recent years, for any child within the several streets of East Market wishing to embark on Foundation Building and martial arts training, most parents would send them to Ding Family Martial Arts Hall.

Hearing Huai Chenghua play the Master Ding card, Brother Tian snorted and withdrew the Yun hands, saying coldly, “For Master Ding’s sake, I’ll spare your lives today!”