Chapter 121: Chapter 115: I Don’t Know, He Came Up and Kept Smacking My Hand With His Face
"Aish! You’re looking for death!"
The other Koreans, seeing their companion insulted, all became furious.
Without further ado, the remaining five immediately launched an attack.
"Guar..."
"Don’t call them yet!"
The bald man was about to call the security team to intervene forcefully, but Director Cheng quickly covered his mouth.
The bald man looked at him, puzzled, only to see Director Cheng staring intently at Ning An, with absolute confidence in his voice:
"He won’t lose."
The bald man couldn’t help but remind him, "Director Chen, there are five of them against him, you..."
"I said, he won’t lose, stop rambling, you’re disrupting my learning, I’ll beat you up when I get back!"
Hearing this, the bald man shivered a bit and muttered unwillingly, "Don’t think I can’t beat you now, but back then, who was the one getting bullied?"
In the livestream chat, viewers saw Ning An taking on five people alone, feeling somewhat nervous but even more expectant.
"Let me see just how much more our Little Daoist has in store."
"Haha, I think the same. I have a feeling Brother Sect Leader is deeply hidden; without pressure, he’d hide his skills forever."
"Aren’t you worried about Little Daoist? There are five opponents, you know."
"So what? Can’t you see all the influential people present? When Little Daoist’s really in trouble, do you think their bodyguards might play dirty?"
Bang bang bang!
The next second, the Heizi bodyguard, disregarding martial ethics, grabbed stone bricks from around and viciously swung them at Ning An.
Ning An neither retreated nor dodged, punching directly at the incoming stone bricks.
Boom!
The rock-hard bluestone bricks instantly shattered.
Amid a fleeting sound explosion, Ning An’s fist swooped past alongside a kick towards the black-clad bodyguard, one high, one low, intersecting.
Boom!
Boom!
Spurt!
In an instant, the crisp sounds of breaking bones, the air explosion of a missed punch, and the sound of spitting blood rang out simultaneously...
Everyone watching this scene was astounded.
"Is this Brother Sect Leader’s most ferocious and violent side?"
"Too brutal..."
"Those were bluestone bricks! And he smashed it with one punch, sending the person flying, is he even human?"
Even the knowledgeable Director Cheng had his pupils dramatically contract.
He had asserted Ning An wouldn’t lose, based on Ning An’s previous moves.
But he never imagined that wasn’t even Ning An’s strongest state.
"Aish! All at once!!!"
The black-clad bodyguard on the ground clutched his leg, a voice filled with anguish and anger.
In an instant, two strong, wolf-like black-clad bodyguards, holding tiles, took a step forward simultaneously, swinging them down with one hand.
Boom! Boom!
Two muffled groans sounded one after another, a tile flew away, another black-clad man struggled to stabilize himself, took six or seven steps back before barely gaining a firm stance.
The next second, a slight whistling sound suddenly rang out in front of Ning An’s face.
Ning An raised his hand just in time, steadily catching the tile while tossing it back, commenting, "Good tactics, but you missed the timing, pay attention next time."
Before he finished, the remaining three had already charged, each move cruel.
"Damn! These bastards have no martial ethics! Five against one and using dirty moves!"
"Scared the hell out of me; if it were me, I’d definitely be sneak-attacked!"
"No doubt, Brother Sect Leader lives up to being the head of the Evil God Cult; it’s like he has eyes all over, so cool!"
Watching the tile sneak attack earlier, everyone’s hearts were in their throats.
Seeing Ning An unscathed, they finally spoke up, fiercely criticizing his opponents.
Moving like a ghost, even under the siege of three, Ning An wasn’t grazed at all:
"If they threw tiles now, even if it couldn’t harm me, it could give the three of them some opportunities..."
Again, words unsaid, Ning An transitioned from movement to stillness, with the ferocity of a tiger, an unstoppable momentum, and fists like raindrops, sending three flying in one wave.
Ning An advanced instead of retreating, grabbing a tile and leaping forward.
Clang! Clang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Ahhh..."
"We’re wrong, ancestor..."
"Daddy, give me a chance..."
In the swirling dust and loud commotion, mixed were several urgent pleas and painful appeasements.
Thirty breaths later, there were several thuds, and six figures were violently kicked away.
"This should be considered self-defense, right?"
Seemingly realizing something, Ning An, holding a tile, looked back at the officials present, a little awkward.
"It should be self-defense..."
All the officials present felt a shiver inside.
If you’ve got skills, put the tiles down first!
Receiving an affirmative reply, Ning An turned his head satisfactorily, looked at the black-dressed men kneeling and lying on the ground, earnestly advising:
"Why suffer this pain in vain? You should have listened to me from the start."
"Do you even know the price of what you’re doing?"
The leading black-clad bodyguard, clutching his leg, cried out in agony, eyes fixed on Ning An.
He couldn’t understand.
Following Director Han for many years in the Dragon Country, he and his people were unchecked, if not outright domineering.
Yet now a nameless Little Daoist broke his leg; how could he not be furious?
Thud!
The tile in Ning An’s hand landed squarely on the back of his head.
He only felt darkness before slipping into baby-like slumber.
"Price? It’s fine; we Dragon Country People aren’t petty, no need for compensation, get lost."
These Koreans, with such small land, have equally narrow minds.
Not a bit as cultured as the Japanese.
Thousands of degrees of high temperature, did anyone say that was bad back then?
No!
Not even complaints!
That’s true quality!
Seeing Ning An’s cold eyes, the remaining black-clad men dared not speak and retreated down the mountain, carrying their team leader.
In the livestream chat, viewers’ comments erupted like a protective army.
"Seriously, those Korean guys have no decency, recklessly hitting our Daoist Master’s hands with their faces."
"Exactly, I saw it clearly; they wanted to kiss the Daoist Master’s feet, but the Daoist Master refused, so they lifted the Daoist Master’s foot into their embrace, people aren’t what they used to be, unbearable sight."
...
Seeing the comments, Ning An couldn’t help but laugh.
No wonder with abstract fans, but indeed.
He liked it!
"Great skills! It’s a pity if you don’t join the military."
The middle-aged bald man clicked his tongue, regretful.
But Director Cheng beside him gave him a hard slap on the back of the head: "Join the army? Has a dog eaten your brain?"
"What coach would dare take such soldiers? Aren’t they afraid of being overwhelmed themselves? He should be the head coach instead."
Whoa!
Hearing this, the livestream chat got even more excited.
"Hey, does this mean in the future I can brag about being trained by the King of Soldiers’ coach?"
"Keep dreaming, with your height and width almost the same, who’d believe that."
"By the way, does Brother Sect Leader have a 12 pack under his Daoist robe!!"
"Girl, have you read too many BL novels? A 12 pack isn’t abs, it’s a centipede."
"Hahaha..."
