Chapter 112 - Qian Wei Attacks!

Zhao Jianfeng had meant well, but he hadn’t expected Master Hong to respond like that.

He hastily explained, “Master Hong, you’ve misunderstood.

I meant that Zhou Yu is quite skilled, and since you’re both martial artists, you could benefit from discussing and exchanging views.”

Master Hong wore a look of disdain.

“Me, engage in dialogue with him?

That would be a pure waste of time.”

At that moment, Zhou Yu spoke up as well.

“Indeed, there’s no need for us to interact.”

Seeing the situation deteriorate, Zhao Jianfeng was visibly embarrassed; he had not anticipated Master Hong’s arrogance or his refusal to even offer the least bit of face.

Just as he was thinking about how to defuse the awkwardness, Zhou Yu suddenly turned his attention to outside the courtyard.

He could sense a chilling intent to kill emerging around them.

“Someone’s coming!”

Zhou Yu’s words immediately caught everyone’s attention.

Master Hong also turned to look outside the courtyard.

His ears twitched slightly as he too heard footsteps approaching rapidly.

“This person is no ordinary individual.

Master Hong, can you handle him?”

Master Hong’s face darkened.

“Were it not for the fact that you are a guest of the Zhao Family, just for that statement, you would end up in a very dire situation.”

As Master Hong grew angry, Zhao Fei’er quickly interjected:

“Zhou Yu, you’re being too impolite.

My grandfather invited you here to broaden your horizons, not to brazenly talk back to Master Hong.

You should apologize to Master Hong right away.”

Zhou Yu gave a faint smile and remained silent.

Seeing that Zhou Yu was unmoved, Zhao Fei’er immediately showed signs of anger.

But at that moment, a figure appeared outside the courtyard.

The instant this figure materialized, everyone felt a powerful presence.

This person was none other than Fang Chuan’s martial uncle, Qian Wei.

Qian Wei seemed not to notice Master Hong and the others inside the courtyard as he strode in, fixing his gaze firmly on Zhao Jianfeng.

“Zhao Jianfeng, I am here to take your life.”

Zhao Jianfeng’s brow furrowed.

“Are you with the group that came last time?”

Qian Wei calmly replied:

“Indeed.

I confess, I underestimated you last time, but there will not be such an accident this time.”

Seeing that Qian Wei had ignored him from the beginning to the end, Master Hong’s face immediately sank.

“I am Iron Fist Hong.

Aren’t you being a bit too presumptuous?

Announce your name.”

“Iron Fist Hong?”

Qian Wei showed nothing but disdain.

“You’re not worthy of knowing my name.

After all, you’re about to be a dead man.”

“Arrogant!”

Fury flashed in Iron Fist Hong’s eyes.

He took a quick step forward, his speed lightning-fast, and aimed a punch at Qian Wei.

Qian Wei remained disdainful, refusing to even move.

Bang!

Iron Fist Hong’s punch landed squarely on Qian Wei’s chest.

But just an inch away from his chest, the punch stopped abruptly, blocked by an invisible layer of Qi Force.

In that instant, Iron Fist Hong’s face turned pale with shock.

“Protective Gang Qi…

you’re an Innate Realm master?”

“Too much blather.”

Qian Wei snorted coldly.

Like being struck by a great force, Iron Fist Hong was sent flying, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

This scene stunned everyone present.

No one had expected the haughty Master Hong to be defeated in a single move.

Zhao Fei’er’s face was a picture of shock.

She clearly remembered how Hu Zilong had once personally told her about how formidable Master Hong was, boasting about his invincibility within his level, and so forth.

But what was unraveling before her eyes was entirely different.

Now, Master Hong lay heavily on the ground.

A small area of his chest had caved in.

Touching the wounded area on his chest, Master Hong’s face was filled with horror.

Protective Gang Qi is a mark of a Body Refinement martial artist who has achieved the Innate Realm.

He was merely a Dan Qi martial artist; had he known that his opponent was of Innate Body Refinement, he would never have meddled in these troubled waters.

At this moment, Master Hong was gripped with fear.

Without a word, he forced himself to stand despite the pain in his chest and started to run.

“Hmph, think you can escape?”

Qian Wei sneered, flicking his wrist.

A steel ball shot out.

Thud!

The steel ball instantly pierced through Iron Fist Hong’s thigh.

Iron Fist Hong screamed in pain, falling to the ground.

He begged for mercy:

“Senior, I was wrong.

I shouldn’t have gotten involved here.

I belong to the Hu Family in the provincial city.

Please spare me for the Hu Family’s sake.

I will leave this place immediately.”

Zhao Fei’er was dumbstruck.

She never would have imagined that the arrogant Master Hong would beg so shamelessly.

“Master Hong, Hu Shao sent you to protect our Zhao Family,” she said.

“Shut up!”

Iron Fist Hong reprimanded her sternly.

“Hu Shao was only toying with you.

Did you really think he would help your Zhao Family?”

In his desperation to survive, Master Hong discarded all pretense.

Hearing this, Zhao Fei’er’s face rapidly turned a mixture of green and red.

“You…”

Before she could finish, Zhao Fei’er was so angry she burst into tears.

With a heart aching for his granddaughter, Zhao Jianfeng tightly gripped her hand and then furiously reproached:

“Even if my Zhao Family were wiped out, we wouldn’t need protection from someone like you.

Get lost!”

At this point, Master Hong couldn’t care less about Zhao Jianfeng’s scolding; he looked at Qian Wei with a pleading face.

“Senior, as you can see, I have nothing to do with this matter.

Please, in view of the Hu Family’s name, let me go.”

Qian Wei snorted dismissively.

“Noise.”

He flicked another steel ball.

Bang!

It pierced straight through Iron Fist Hong’s heart.

Iron Fist Hong’s pupils shrank, disbelievingly looking down to see a bloody hole had appeared in his chest.

His mouth opened and closed, but in the end, he couldn’t utter a single word before falling dead to the ground.

After dealing with Iron Fist Hong, Qian Wei turned his attention to Zhao Jianfeng.

“Now, it’s your turn.”