Guo Conghuâs gaze locked onto Jiang Fengâcuriosity, admiration, but mostly a thirst for dominance.
As Jiang Fengâs words landed, Guo Conghu slowly raised his right foot.
The motion was deliberate, with a wide arcâoptimal for unleashing force. Once unleashed, it would strike like thunder, radiating danger.
Jiang Feng sensed an imminent threat.
This would be a brutal fight.
Yet Jiang Feng didnât move.
A woman stood between them.
Chen Siran, realizing the situation was spiraling, rushed to shield Jiang Feng like an eagle guarding its chick, blocking Guo Conghuâs advance.
âWhat are you doing, Young Miss?â Guo Conghu asked, exasperated.
To Guo Conghu, gender didnât existâonly those who deserved a beating and those who didnât. Pity for women? Not in his vocabulary.
Jiang Feng, daring to tail Chen Siran, wasnât just asking for a beatingâhe was begging for it.
Any other woman blocking him wouldâve been âgentlyâ kicked aside, beauty or not. But Chen Siran was differentâthe one he was sworn to protect. If an outsider harmed her, heâd go berserk.
Hurting her himself? Unthinkable.
âDidnât you hear me? Who told you to start a fight?â Chen Siran scolded.
In Yanjingâs elite circle, Chen Siran was uniqueârarely seen in public, avoiding events, her elegance understated. Though her beauty rivaled Ye Qingxuanâs, her low profile kept her fame dimmer, unlike Ye, crowned Yanjingâs flower. But when Chen Siran asserted herself, her presence was formidable, making Guo Conghu shrink back, muttering, âPretty boyâs true to form. Letâs see how long you can hide behind the Young Miss. One day, Iâll beat you senseless.â
Chen Siran shot him a glare, then turned to Jiang Feng. âGo.â
Jiang Feng grinned faintly. âI know you mean well, but this is between men. Step aside.â
Chen Siran bristled. She knew Guo Conghuâs recklessness and had intervened to protect Jiang Feng, only for him to dismiss her like this.
Guo Conghu laughed heartily. âGot guts, kid.â To Chen Siran, he added, âSee, Young Miss? Iâm not picking a fightâhe is.â
The words sounded sly for someone so outwardly foolish, catching Jiang Feng off guard.
âJiang Feng, are you sure? Have you considered the consequences?â Chen Siran urged, her tone serious. She held no fondness for him but didnât want him hurt by Guo Conghu.
âI donât hide behind women,â Jiang Feng said, frowning slightly.
Chen Siranâs face flushed with indignation. Glaring at him, she stormed toward her car, intending to leave. Hesitating, she stopped nearby, curious how long Jiang Fengâs bravado would last.
If he was grandstanding to impress her, heâd succeededâbut at a steep cost.
Jiang Feng ignored her thoughts. His reasoning was simple: right or wrong, Guo Conghu had no business threatening to break his leg. If Guo Conghu wanted to break his, Jiang Feng would return the favor.
A leg for a legâfair trade.
âCome on,â Jiang Feng said.
Guo Conghuâs temper flared at Jiang Fengâs calm defiance. âYouâre begging to die, and I wonât stop you!â
Whooshâ
Guo Conghuâs foot shot up, slicing through the air with a chilling gust, aimed at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng didnât recognize Guo Conghuâs military combat style but saw the ruthless precision, hinting at Guo Conghuâs background. Guo Conghu hadnât trained in any cultivation methodâjust a mortal with raw, innate strength. His ordinary moves, powered by that force, were extraordinary.
With Guo Conghuâs momentum peaking, Jiang Feng avoided a direct clash, stepping back.
Forcing Jiang Feng back brought Guo Conghu no satisfaction. Young Master Jiangâs reputation as a useless fool was infamous in Yanjingâsomeone Guo Conghu wouldnât glance at twice. If Jiang Fengâs first dodge and counter were due to Guo Conghuâs carelessness, this second evasionâcalm and composedâraised alarms.
‘D*mn, is this guy playing weak to eat the strong?’ Guo Conghu cursed inwardly.
His thoughts didnât slow his hands. Swift and merciless, he raised his right arm, fist clenched, and swung at Jiang Fengâs face.
Whoâd have thought Jiang Feng would push him to use his fist? Even Guo Conghu felt stifled, but he had no choiceâlosing to this kid wasnât an option.
Whooshâ
The punch roared toward Jiang Fengâs cheek.
Jiang Feng stepped back again.
âB*stard!â Guo Conghu spat, frustrated. Jiang Feng was slippery as an eel, leaving Guo Conghuâs strength nowhere to land.
Mid-curse, Guo Conghuâs left fist rose, aiming for Jiang Fengâs shoulder. Letâs see how long you can dodge.
âIdiot!â Jiang Feng shot back, a sly grin spreading. At Body Temperingâs first layer, he was outmatched in raw power, but his combat experience dwarfed Guo Conghuâs by leagues.
Survival tactics honed in the brutal cultivation world were beyond Guo Conghuâs grasp.
Jiang Feng had waited for Guo Conghuâs left hand to move. Heâd noticed Guo Conghuâs left was far less agile than his rightâa critical weakness.
As Guo Conghuâs left fist swung, Jiang Feng struck.
Twisting his waist to dodge the right punch, Jiang Fengâs hands shot out, grabbing for Guo Conghuâs left wrist. Seeing this, Guo Conghuâs expression shifted.
His left hand was indeed weakerâless flexible, thirty percent less forceâdue to an old gunshot wound. He avoided using it in fights, favoring his feet to hide the flaw.
But Jiang Feng, silent until now, targeted it directly, startling Guo Conghu. If he didnât know better, heâd think Jiang Feng had dug up his secret just for this moment.
Their few past encounters gave no deep insightâJiang Feng scorned Guo Conghuâs brute posturing, while Guo Conghu despised Jiang Fengâs uselessness. Jiang Feng didnât know Guo Conghuâs injury; he trusted his eyes and years of honed battle instinct.
His hands moved like lightning, seizing Guo Conghuâs wrist. With a surge of strength, Jiang Feng yanked Guo Conghu forward.
The grab-and-pull nullified Guo Conghuâs attack.
Guo Conghuâs heart jolted, eyes bulging in disbelief. Realizing his mistake too late, he tried to counter, but
Jiang Feng was faster. Channeling his full power into his arms, sleeves billowing, Jiang Feng roared, swinging Guo Conghuâs left arm outward.
In midair, a figure traced a parabola.
Bangâ
Guo Conghu crashed to the ground, kicking up dust.
Chen Siranâs eyes widened in horror, a scream escaping before she clapped a hand over her mouth, staring at Jiang Feng as if he were a stranger.
Howâhow was he this strong? Even Guo Conghu wasnât his match.
Dust settling, Guo Conghu sprang up, his chest burning with frustration.
Tall and imposing since childhood, Guo Conghu had always been the king among peers. Raised in the military, he embraced raw force, though he barely grasped what âviolent aestheticsâ meant. To him, the biggest fist ruled. With brute strength, he dominated, until the army expelled him.
His grandfather, exasperated, handed him to Chen Siranâs grandfather, a revolutionary veteran who admired scrappy youths. The old man made Guo Conghu Chen Siranâs bodyguard and driverâ which proved to be a wise move. Guo Conghuâs presence shielded her and deterred suitors.
Chen Siran valued him as well, though she wished heâd temper his explosive nature.
Trained in military combat, Guo Conghu, restless, sought other masters after his injury, mastering external martial arts. Ten or twenty ordinary men couldnât touch him.
Yet now, this ridiculed Jiang family fool had thrown him to eat dirt!
Though only winded, not badly hurt, fury blazed within Guo Conghu.