Peerless Martial Expert in the City -
Chapter 622 - 618: So What If You Can Fight Again?
Chapter 622: Chapter 618: So What If You Can Fight Again?
Chapter 618: So What If You Can Fight Again?
Tsk tsk, they really are willing to take the hit!
As expected of the heir to a wealthy family...
This laptop must be worth at least ten thousand yuan, right?
Gazing at the laptop that was viciously thrown at him, Xiao Yi’s face showed a hint of sarcasm as he suddenly quickened his pace and charged forward.
"Crack!"
The sturdy laptop slammed into Xiao Yi’s body, producing a crisp cracking sound.
However, to the disappointment of Third Young Master Zhao and Yuan Feiyun beside him, there was absolutely nothing unusual about Xiao Yi’s body. The spot on his shoulder where the laptop had struck seemed completely unharmed, with only some fragments...
Yes, just some fragments...
Fragments... Third Young Master Zhao finally remembered something. His gaze shifted to the laptop in his hands, and he was completely dumbfounded. He saw a huge hole in the laptop, with the motherboard and various components all exposed, and a number of parts scattered all over the ground...
Is this guy even human?
Third Young Master Zhao’s mind went completely blank. Last time, although he had already witnessed Xiao Yi’s prowess and was terrified, that was from a distance and didn’t bring the kind of direct realization, or profound impact, this incident had.
Yuan Feiyun standing nearby was even more shell-shocked. The brick-thick book he was ready to swing, betting on a dying struggle alongside Third Young Master, now could no longer be brought down. His hand went limp, and the book fell to the ground...
"Third Young Master, you’re done attacking, now it’s my turn, right?"
Xiao Yi gently brushed the fragments off his shoulder, glanced at the completely destroyed laptop with a sigh of regret, and then lifted his head, turning his gaze towards Third Young Master Zhao with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
No sooner had his words fallen than Xiao Yi’s hand shot out without giving Third Young Master Zhao time to react. His move was simple, with nothing special about it—just a straightforward slap.
Watching the palm that grew larger and closer, Third Young Master Zhao instinctively wanted to turn his head to dodge, but when he did, he found that the palm was right in front of him again, as if omnipresent. By the time he tried to dodge again, it was too late...
"Slap!"
Accompanied by a crisp sound, the palm landed firmly on his face, and half of his face instantly swelled up, the five bright red finger marks exceptionally conspicuous.
"Creak..."
Yuan Feiyun, watching the bright red handprint on Third Young Master Zhao’s face, could no longer control his legs, which gave way with a creak, and he fell to his knees.
Third Young Master Zhao himself was completely dazed, his mind spinning, unable to find his bearings. His whole body followed the turn from the slap, and after a great effort, he finally steadied himself.
However, before he had the chance to catch his breath and clear his thoughts, let alone feel the pain on his cheek, Xiao Yi’s voice rang out again.
"This slap is for what you just did. Now, it’s time to settle our previous scores."
Xiao Yi’s voice was much gentler than before, and even his eyes seemed a bit softer as if the anger in his heart had subsided a bit with that slap.
But his words sounded like thunder in Yuan Feiyun and Third Young Master Zhao’s ears, shocking them to paleness. Not that they had much color left in their faces to begin with, so it didn’t change much.
"I..."
Third Young Master Zhao instinctively wanted to beg for mercy, but unfortunately, as soon as he opened his mouth and uttered a single word, his lips closed again.
Of course, he didn’t close them himself—it was Xiao Yi’s slap that did it.
"Slap..."
"Slap..."
"..."
Xiao Yi seemed to become addicted to slapping, one slap following another. In the end, how many times he had slapped, they themselves did not know. At first, every slap on Third Young Master Zhao elicited a pain-filled scream, but by the end, he was completely numb and lost all sensation. All that was left in the room was the crisp sound of slap after slap.
Yuan Feiyun watched as Xiao Yi slapped Third Young Master Zhao’s face over and over again, especially the smacking sounds that followed each blow. He felt his heart tighten with fear, and his eyelids spasmed wildly. Several times, he wanted to step forward, to stop Xiao Yi, to plead on behalf of Third Young Master Zhao, but ultimately, he didn’t have the courage. His face turned pale, his legs weak as he stood there helplessly watching Third Young Master Zhao getting beaten.
"Alright, that’s enough for today."
Finally, just when Yuan Feiyun thought that if the beating continued Third Young Master Zhao’s face might be utterly ruined and he was about to break down himself, Xiao Yi stopped. He glanced over and showed a satisfied smile, lightly clapping his hands.
Third Young Master Zhao seemed to be completely out of it, his eyes cloudy, showing no reaction at all.
Yuan Feiyun felt a great sense of relief; the fierce and mighty figure had finally drawn back. If Xiao Yi had continued, he didn’t know what he would’ve done – Third Young Master Zhao might truly have been done for.
It seemed that Xiao Yi knew his limits. This was still a school, after all; he wouldn’t dare to be too reckless.
Yuan Feiyun thought to himself.
However, just when he was feeling relieved that Third Young Master Zhao had narrowly escaped disaster, he suddenly felt Xiao Yi’s gaze sweeping over to him. His heart tightened instantly, and his face lost all color.
"Tell me honestly, that day on the sports field, the soccer ball throwing incident, was it you guys?"
Xiao Yi’s eyes were slightly narrowed, his expression ’cordially’ fixed on the pale-faced Yuan Feiyun.
"No, no, it really wasn’t us. That incident, we definitely didn’t do it, we only..."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Feiyun immediately became anxious, waving his hands in quick denial. He wanted to say that they only had someone beat up Xiao Yi that day, but as the words reached his lips, he suddenly realized it was an incredibly stupid thing to mention. It wasn’t exactly a good deed, and bringing it up now was tantamount to courting death. He stammered to a halt.
At this moment, Third Young Master Zhao, who had regained a little clarity, was also vigorously shaking his head.
"Oh?"
Xiao Yi knew what had caused Yuan Feiyun to stammer. He had already vented his anger once over the incident and couldn’t be bothered to discuss it further. His gaze scanned both Third Young Master Zhao and Yuan Feiyun, and judging by their expressions, they didn’t seem to be lying. That incident really wasn’t their doing, which made his expression turn to one of confusion.
If it wasn’t them, then who was it?
"We really didn’t do it, we know how formidable you are, we wouldn’t dare to provoke you..."
Seeing Xiao Yi silent, Yuan Feiyun thought he didn’t believe him and quickly spoke up again to defend himself. With the matter exposed, there was nothing he could say to justify it, but as it wasn’t their doing, how could he take the blame for someone else?
"It’s best if it wasn’t you."
Xiao Yi snapped back to reality, casually glancing at them both, "If you want to seek revenge for today’s matter, I’m always ready, but I suggest you avoid bothering me in the future. I don’t like trouble, but if troubles come my way, I’m never afraid of them!"
After saying this indifferently, Xiao Yi gave Third Young Master Zhao, who had received many slaps from him – his face almost unrecognizable – a meaningful look. Ignoring their reactions, he turned and walked straight out of the dormitory.
"Bang!"
Staring blankly at Xiao Yi’s retreating figure as he walked away confidently, disappearing from view, Third Young Master Zhao suddenly slammed his hand on the table.
"Three... Third Young Master, you... are you okay?"
Hearing this sound, Yuan Feiyun, who was beside him, finally snapped back to reality. He breathed a sigh of relief and carefully spoke, looking at the terrible state of Third Young Master Zhao’s face and the dark shadow in his narrowing eyes with palpable dread.
"Someday, I will make that kid wish he’d never been born. I’ll make him pay for everything he put us through!"
Third Young Master Zhao ignored him and gripped the computer mouse tightly on the desk as if he wanted to crush it, his eyes brimming with viciousness.
"But... Third Young Master, that guy can really fight, we..."
Worry was still evident on Yuan Feiyun’s face. In his view, the most Third Young Master Zhao could do was pay some thugs to handle his problems. That had always been his way of dealing with issues, and Yuan Feiyun had often helped him, making him quite familiar with those ruffians. Many matters had been handled directly by him.
Now those thugs were scared off by Xiao Yi, and even then, they weren’t a match for him in a fight. What way was there left to deal with him?
"Hmph, what does it matter how well he can fight? Is he really Superman? What times are we living in? Is this still an age where you can conquer the world with your fists? No matter how good he is, can he resist bullets?"
A cold smirk appeared on Third Young Master Zhao’s lips as his eyes emitted a chilling gloom.(To be continued. If you enjoy this story, please visit qidian.com to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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