Feng Cai'er returned to her old home, feeling exceptionally content.
She didn't even bother to greet Yang Fei as she got out of the car and rushed to the front door to knock.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back."
As Feng Cai'er called out, she knocked on the door using the brass knocker on the heavy red copper door.
Just then, the door suddenly opened.
Feng Cai'er, caught off guard, almost stumbled in.
A big man with a towering figure and an imposing aura walked out.
As he walked, he cursed back into the house without turning around.
"Old Coffin Nugget, I've already decided anyway."
"It's even better if you don't sign the contract; you won't get a penny."
Bang!
Several gift boxes flew out from inside the house.
Two bottles of Luzhou Laojiao smashed onto the stone steps.
The bottles shattered, and the liquor spilled everywhere.
An aged yet loud voice carried outside the gate.
"You beast, take your things and get lost."
"Don't even dream about it; even if I leave the martial arts school unused, I won't let you turn it into some beauty center."
"You, a dog who betrays and destroys the legacy of his master!"
The big man sneered, "That's not up to you; I'm in charge of the martial arts school now."
Feng Cai'er, standing to the side, watched the big man in astonishment.
"Eldest Senior Brother, what are you doing?"
The big man turned his head and suddenly saw Feng Cai'er.
He was clearly startled but then sneered arrogantly.
"Little Junior Sister, you're back; just in time to clarify things."
Just then, the front door was opened by someone.
An old man with white hair but still spry stepped out, his face full of anger.
"Dad, I'm back."
Upon seeing the old man, Feng Cai'er was overwhelmed with joy and rushed to support him.
She said uneasily, "Why are you fighting with Eldest Senior Brother again, what happened?"
The old man snorted, "You don't need to worry about this; this animal, he's grown cocky and wants to ruin my martial arts school."
The old man was so angry that his beard bristled.
He pointed at the middle-aged man with trembling hands.
The big man sneered.
"Old man, your martial arts school?"
"You talk nonsense at such an old age, huh?"
Contempt was written all over his face.
"I've paid three years of rent, and the agreement is all settled."
"What gives you the right to call it your martial arts school?"
"What era is it now that you're still obsessing over teaching and learning martial arts?"
"Who would learn your Broken Fist? Your so-called National Arts, they're all outdated."
As he spoke, he pointed up to the sky and shouted.
"See that? The sky is full of planes, full of missiles."
"No matter how skilled in martial arts, still afraid of a kitchen knife, have you heard that? Stubborn old fool!"
The old man trembled even more with anger, pointing at the big man, it took him a while to speak.
"Martial Arts is what our ancestors left us, I won't allow you to slander it."
"You're truly a beast."
Feng Cai'er couldn't bear it any longer, steadied the old man, and turned around.
"Eldest Senior Brother, you were taught martial arts by my dad, you shouldn't insult him like this, should you?"
Eldest Senior Brother sneered.
"I thank your dad for his great kindness and virtue."
"If it weren't for him luring me to learn that Broken Fist, I wouldn't be stuck in limbo, unable to succeed in anything dignified."
"Without even a college degree, now I can't even find a decent job."
"Humph, your dad's kindness to me is really as heavy as a mountain, isn't it?"
"Slap!"
Just then, Eldest Senior Brother's face took a heavy slap.
His body spun uncontrollably like a top, spinning around a couple of times.
Then, he fell to the ground.
After a heavy slap, Eldest Senior Brother was dizzy, his teeth loose.
Half of his face was swollen and burning with pain.
He looked up only to see a young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, standing nonchalantly before him,
a look of disdain written all over his face.
The one who had struck the person was none other than Yang Fei.
Martial artists, in particular, hold great respect for their masters and the code of Martial Arts.
It's said that one day as a master is a lifetime as a father.
Listening to this bastard spouting nonsense, Yang Fei could no longer hold back and delivered a slap to his face.
The big man was still not fully aware of what had happened, looking bewilderingly at Yang Fei.
"Was it you who hit me?"
Yang Fei struck too quickly for the big man to react, and before he knew it, he had been hit.
He could hardly believe it.
Yang Fei didn't answer; instead, he lifted his foot and kicked straight at the big man's face.
The big man let out a cry as his body tumbled like a gourd, rolling down the stone steps.
Enraged to the point of madness, he rolled over to stand up, his teeth clattering furiously.
"Have you eaten a leopard's guts? How dare you hit me here?"
"Smack!"
Before he could finish talking, he only saw a blur before his left cheek endured another slap.
This slap sent the big man spinning three or four times before tumbling to the ground.
"Son of a bitch, I'll kill you!"
The big man was fuming with rage.
He reached for his waist, flipped out a dagger, and charged at Yang Fei.
This fellow's martial skills were not weak either.
The tip of his dagger hissed through the air, indicating he was at least at the Mingjin Heavenly Grade realm.
Yang Fei slightly sidestepped to dodge the dagger and, with a backhand, slapped him again.
"I've never seen an ungrateful beast like you before."
"I'm not hitting a person, I'm hitting a beast!"
The big man cried out as his body swayed.
Yang Fei grabbed his arm, pulled him back, and planted a punch into his stomach.
"The master passed on Martial Arts to you, and his kindness is as heavy as a mountain."
"Not only do you not repay him, but you also curse him; to say you're lower than pigs and dogs is to elevate you."
The big man grunted with pain, his body curved like a shrimp, his face the color of liver.
Yang Fei cursed as he backhanded another slap.
"No matter how skilled in martial arts, one fears the kitchen knife; now you've pulled a dagger, do you dare to stab me now?"
With this slap, he sent the big man rolling away again.
His dagger also fell to the ground.
Feng Cai'er, supporting her father, watched dumbfoundedly as Yang Fei beat the man.
The Eldest Senior Brother was not weak in his martial arts, ranking the highest among several fellow disciples.
Even Feng Cai'er might not be able to match him.
But in the hands of Yang Fei, he seemed as tiny and weak as a newborn chick.
Even with a dagger in the Eldest Senior Brother's hand, he couldn't get a single strike in before Yang Fei turned him into a beaten dog.
The elder too watched Yang Fei's movements with shock, his face full of amazement.
The old man's understanding was much higher than that of Feng Cai'er.
Yang Fei's seemingly careless strikes hid lightning speed.
They were precise and ruthless, yet they did not lack agility and cleverness.
Such skill, even the elder in his youth, couldn't have executed.
But these moves were performed casually by Yang Fei.
On Yang Fei's palms, there was no infused Essence Qi, damaging the skin without hurting the bones.
The big man sustained a few slaps from Yang Fei.
Just his cheeks were swollen high, his face bruised, but he sustained no internal injuries.
He scrambled to his feet, not daring to fight Yang Fei again, but he started shouting loudly in the middle of the street.
"Help, someone come quickly!"
In an instant, the Feng Family's entrance was crowded with over a dozen sturdy men.
Each one had a fierce demeanor and a robust figure, clearly skilled in martial arts.
"What's going on, there's a fight?"
"Senior Brother Feng has been hit, let's all gang up on this brat!"
"Who is this kid, daring to strike someone here; what audacity!"
"Let's cripple his limbs first then talk!"
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In the blink of an eye, many martial artists gathered at the entrance of the Feng Family, buzzing with discussion, their presence threatening.
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