"Great!"
Yan Mingyu took the wine glass and drank a second cup.
With half a bottle of red wine down, her perfect face now bore two red flushes, making her look even more delicately enticing, stunningly peerless.
"Damn... now that’s a woman!"
Zhou Zixuan couldn’t help but swallow.
He felt as if Yan Mingyu before him was a phoenix radiating colorful, splendid light while those women he used to play with were nothing but plucked wild chickens.
Rubbing his hands together, he hoped Qin Yu would take a few more punches so he could persuade Yan Mingyu to drink a third cup of red wine.
Looking at her, if she finished this bottle of wine, she would definitely get drunk.
At this moment.
The sports hall.
As Qin Yu had anticipated, there was still some gap between his strength and that of Feng Wudao if Feng used his full power.
Probably, if his combat strength was 90, Feng’s would be around 100.
He also had to give his all, otherwise it would be hard to tell whose deer it would be.
"Kid, today I’ll let you taste the prowess of the Thirty-Six Fuhu Fist!"
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Feng Wudao, with his burly figure and full beard, pressed down his body, letting out a deep roar, indeed resembling that of a fierce tiger descending a mountain.
Whoosh.....
His body lunged forward, fingers clawing, aiming for Qin Yu’s chest.
"Black Dragon Swirls the Sea!"
Qin Yu twisted his waist, turning his body at an unbelievable angle for a back kick.
Suddenly, his shoulder felt scorching hot from Feng Wudao’s scratch, but his kick landed on Feng’s stomach as well.
It was a stalemate, neither side getting the better of the other.
"Hmph, come again!"
Feng Wudao lunged at Qin Yu once more, with a faint flow of air continuously twining around his fingertips.
"Heartbreak Technique!"
Seeing that Black Dragon Eighteen Palms could only fight to a draw with Feng Wudao, Qin Yu gritted his teeth and unleashed the Seven Injuries Fist.
Suddenly, his fist too was trailed by two powerful streams of air.
Bang....
His fist collided hard with the palm of Feng Wudao.
"Hiss....."
Feng Wudao’s eyelids twitched, feeling as if his palm had been smashed by a hammer, his body staggering backward, almost falling to the ground.
"Hidden-Separation Technique!"
Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, seizing the opportunity to attack. He grabbed Feng Wudao’s wrist and landed an Exploding Liver Fist heavily on his ribs.
"Pu...."
Feng Wudao’s eyes widened as he uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of blood.
"This damn...."
"Mind-Disturbing Technique!"
Just as he tried to counterattack, Qin Yu’s fist kept enlarging in his pupils, fiercely striking his nose.
"Damn it....."
Even for a master fighter like Feng Wudao, a punch to the nose was excruciating, causing tears and nosebleed to spurt out together.
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"I remember, my grandfather was beaten to death alive. Today, you will pay with blood for blood!"
Qin Yu’s eyes streaked with blood, his punches raining down on Feng Wudao like cannonballs.
Bang bang....
"Holy shit, what’s up with this kid? Yesterday against Huang Lianying he was almost dead, and today he’s this fierce?"
"Yeah, it seems Feng Wudao isn’t holding up either, being used as a punching bag by that kid!"
"This kid is Yan Mingyu’s bodyguard, from now on, nobody should mess with Four Seas Corporation; this kid’s fighting power is too strong!"
The spectators all started to chatter among themselves.
"Phew...."
Among the crowd, Lu Wenrou couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. It looked like this round was steady in Qin Yu’s favor.
Lingling....
However, her phone suddenly rang. Picking it up, she saw it was a call from her superior.
With suspicion, he answered the phone and asked, "What’s the matter? This..."
Lu Wenrou really didn’t expect that this call would be from a superior pleading for mercy, who was undoubtedly watching the live broadcast of the match between Feng Wudao and Qin Yu on his smartphone from Capital City.
What shocked him was that Feng Wudao was obviously at a disadvantage.
He had to urgently call the Seventh Division only to find out that Han Bing had already left East Sea. He then contacted the higher-ups of Dragon Gate to have Lu Wenrou step in and stop the fight.
Feng Wudao is the esteemed Vice Alliance Hierarch of the southern Martial Forest. If he were truly crippled by Qin Yu, it would not only be a loss of a great master, but where would the Martial Alliance’s face end up?
As mentioned before, Yuan Tiangang is not only the Alliance Hierarch of Martial Alliance but also has a good relationship with the big shots in the Red Wall, and even Dragon Gate has to give him face.
"I’m... going to try talking to them!"
Lu Wenrou said somewhat despondently.
Then, putting down the phone, she walked sluggishly toward the middle of the gym, deliberately dragging her feet to buy Qin Yu some time to release his anger.
"..."
Qin Yu naturally noticed Lu Wenrou and couldn’t help but wonder, what was she intending by coming over?
However, his fists didn’t stop. They kept hitting Feng Wudao, delivering critical hits.
In the end, he grabbed Feng Wudao by the shoulders and swung his nearly two-hundred-pound body into the air, slamming it hard onto the ground.
Bang...
With that, he almost smashed Feng Wudao into the ground, leaving behind a "human"-shaped pit.
"Qin Yu, that’s enough. Yuan Tiangang has intervened to plead for mercy,"
Lu Wenrou said, biting her lip and sounding rather embarrassed.
She knew how much Qin Yu hated Feng Wudao, but within Martial Alliance, there were many masters like him, and there were even some reclusive old monsters who were much more powerful than Yuan Tiangang.
Qin Yu, alone, truly couldn’t afford to offend Martial Alliance.
"Fine, I’ll give you face!"
Qin Yu nodded, knowing that Lu Wenrou would never stop him from killing Feng Wudao for his grandfather’s revenge unless she absolutely had to. She must have her reasons.
"Alright, hand him over to me, I’ll take him to Capital City for Yuan Tiangang. The waters of Martial Alliance run deep, you should try to avoid direct confrontation with them!"
Lu Wenrou advised tactfully.
"I understand!"
Qin Yu replied.
Perhaps, it seemed as though Feng Wudao had always been opposed to him, but in reality, Yuan Tiangang’s shadow must surely be behind it.
If he killed Feng Wudao now, he would definitely provoke the entire Martial Alliance’s retaliation.
"Then I’m taking him away... Achoo..."
Lu Wenrou, supporting her knee, pretended to sneeze.
Qin Yu caught on immediately and delivered a kick to Feng Wudao’s ribs.
Crack...
"Ahh..."
That kick broke at least five or six of Feng Wudao’s ribs.
In pain, his features twisted grotesquely, his forehead beaded with cold sweat as he glared at Qin Yu, "Just you wait, Martial Alliance won’t let you off!"
"Hmph, so what? Martial Alliance is just relying on having more people, right? Let Yuan Tiangang come, challenge me openly, why don’t you?"
Qin Yu couldn’t help but roar.
"Alright, Feng Wudao, come with me!"
Lu Wenrou, a bit impatient, glanced at Feng Wudao, pulled him up from the ground, and beckoned. A few subordinates came over and helped the man out of the gym.
"Damn... That’s freaky!"
Tang Xuanwu saw that Qin Yu had won again and, with a darkened face, also walked out with his bodyguards.
With Yang Kun dead and Huang Lianying crippled, he had to immediately contact his master who was in seclusion to decide what to do next.
Elsewhere.
Hotel.
Zhou Zixuan thought it was unthinkable that Qin Yu had actually beaten Feng Wudao, but he didn’t take it too seriously. His target was Yan Mingyu; as long as he could sleep with that woman, that’s all that mattered.
He pushed the remaining half bottle of red wine in front of Yan Mingyu, "President Yan, have a drink!"
"...Okay!"
Yan Mingyu took the wine bottle and started to drink from it.
Crack...
Seeing this, two waiters walked to the door and lowered the shutter.
Since the hotel was invested in by the Zhou Family and Zhou Zixuan had paid a tip, they naturally locked the main door to prevent any disruptions to his plans.