Chapter 699: Chapter 699

"Yes, my lord!" Number Two respectfully replied.

With one step, the ground quaked thrice, and explosive power emanated from beneath his feet.

Looking at his body, he sported a belly as big as a bushel, with limbs the size of basketballs—super fat. His lower body was clad in shorts, and his upper body in a black vest, exposing a patch of black hair on his chest.

He coldly advanced towards Qing Mian, and a ferocious Evil Qi burst forth from within him, bearing down on Qing Mian.

"Sigh! Sending a fatter piece of trash after the skinny one didn’t work? Still too weak!" Qing Mian remarked nonchalantly with a shake of his head.

"Hmph! Old man, you’re courting death!" Number Two said, bristling with killing intent.

"Young man, don’t be so hot-tempered, take care not to hurt yourself," Qing Mian said calmly.

"Hmph! You dare to posture before me, I will cripple you!" Number Two stated coldly.

He tapped his foot, and the ground trembled, as he quickly surged towards Qing Mian with a massive gust of wind.

His speed was lightning-fast, carrying tremendous force. With his fist bending and straightening, he brutally smashed towards Qing Mian’s head.

"Get back!" Qing Mian snorted lightly.

He swept his broom, and blue True Qi tumbled as he once again utilized the Chaining Technique, rolling it towards Number Two.

The broom wrapped around Number Two’s sandbag-sized fist and shattered under the massive impact of his power.

The tremendous force continued unabated, sweeping along the tip of the broom towards Qing Mian above.

Under this massive sweeping power, everything fragmented.

The momentum of the force rushed towards Qing Mian’s tiger’s mouth.

"Interesting! A bit stronger than that skinny fellow just now," Qing Mian remarked dispassionately.

He let go of his palm and tossed aside the broken half of the broom he was holding.

His body swayed, and he quickly charged forward.

Golden light coursed over his arms, and in a flash, Qing Mian executed the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill.

He reached out with five claws, savagely grabbing at the arm Number Two had thrust at him.

"Hmph! Break for me!" Number Two growled lowly.

His arm pressed down violently, the strength increased explosively, and he launched a ferocious attack on Qing Mian.

Their forearms collided, each repelled by the other’s immense force, moving backwards.

Number Two took three and a half steps back before coming to a stop.

Qing Mian, on the other hand, only took two and a half steps back, stopped on the spot with a tap of his foot.

His gaze sharpened, looking seriously at Number Two.

"Not bad! Fatty though you are, you’re much stronger than the skinny one just now!" Qing Mian said earnestly.

"Hmph! Old man, this is just the beginning, the real show is yet to come!" Number Two declared with a menacing tone.

He tapped his foot once more, charging into the fray again.

"Hmph! Getting cocky, are we? Do you really think I can’t toss you into the trash?" Qing Mian sneered coldly.

With a tap of his foot, employing a body movement martial technique, he charged forward once again.

"Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill!" Qing Mian bellowed.

Fully channeling the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill, his body shimmered with golden light, and an explosive power burst forth from within.

"Fatty, think your brute strength is enough to behave recklessly? To the trash with you!" Qing Mian huffed.

His right fist smashed out, bringing tremendous power as he brutally assaulted Number Two.

Their fists collided fiercely detonating a powerful force, each body shaking as they nearly retreated.

As if by tacit agreement, both stomped fiercely on the ground, steadying their bodies solidly.

"Come at me again!" Qing Mian snorted coldly and charged once more.

His golden fist, carrying an enormous force, brutally aimed to smash into Number Two’s head.

Number Two wasn’t a pushover either, though he didn’t have the protection of the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill, his thick layer of fat wasn’t just for show.

With a roll and a flip of his belly, he managed to neutralize all of Qing Mian’s incoming force. Fresh chapters posted on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⁂𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⁂𝓷𝓮𝓽

At the same time, his fists, like a violent storm, accompanied by tremendous power, pounded towards Qing Mian.

A series of intense sounds erupted from the clash between the two.

The fight between them accelerated, gradually moving away from the crowd and into the surrounding bushes.

Flowers and grass were sent flying, and from time to time, huge noises could be heard.

"Ah!" Suddenly, a scream rang out, and Qing Mian’s figure flashed, tumbling out of the bushes.

He landed awkwardly on the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

A sweet taste in his chest, he spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Ah! Old Qing, are you alright?" Seeing this scene, Li Xiaolu cried out anxiously.

Enduring the scorching pain on his body, he crawled towards Qing Mian.

The ground shook, and a plump figure leaped out from the bushes.

Looking at his figure, which was covered in blood, it seemed that he too was seriously injured.

"Hmph! Old fart, with such little skill, you dare to act arrogant in front of me, utterly overestimating yourself!" Number Two said arrogantly.

Having said that, he walked menacingly towards Qing Mian, brimming with the intent to kill.

"It’s time to end this, die you old fool!" Number Two’s eyes went cold as he spoke.

His foot, as thick as a basketball, carried a powerful gust of wind as it stomped towards Qing Mian’s head.

"STOP!!" Just in the nick of time, a low roar suddenly burst forth, and the bespectacled youth, not knowing where he found it, charged forward ferociously with a brick in hand.

The brick smashed down on Number Two’s head, shattering instantly.

Number Two was stunned, freezing in place, his eyes wide with disbelief, seemingly unable to accept that he had just been ambushed.

Moreover, the one who ambushed him was a destitute scholar wielding a broken brick.

Although he was unharmed, this was an immense humiliation to him.

Number Two looked up with murderous eyes at the poor scholar standing before him.

"Damn you! You dare look at me, I’ll kill you!" the poor scholar shouted furiously.

Like lightning, he slipped off his shoe and smacked it down again on Number Two’s bald head.

The loud smack of the shoe was so eye-catching, so resounding.

The onlookers were dumbfounded by the scene, staring in disbelief at the poor scholar as if they were seeing a ghost.

"Ah! You yellow-skinned monkey, you dare to hit me, I will kill you!" Number Two roared in anger.

With a furious lift of his fists, he smashed towards the poor scholar’s head.

If this punch landed, the scholar would be skinned alive, even if it didn’t kill him.

"Wait!" At the critical moment, the poor scholar screamed in fright, closing his eyes tight.

"What else do you want?" Hearing him, Number Two subconsciously stopped.

The scholar opened his eyes to see Number Two’s fist was less than a punch away from his face, and cold sweat the size of beans started dripping from his forehead.

"Monkey steals the peach!" the scholar roared lowly.

With all the strength he could muster, his right foot shot out like lightning towards Number Two’s groin.