Chapter 766: Chapter 766
"No... it's nothing, all you young ones...!"
In the end, the children reacted. At their age, they had never seen someone as arrogant as Li Qingyu. Usually, everyone harbored some pride. Now, with Li Qingyu calling them trash, one could only imagine their inner turmoil.
"Give me a chance to say it again!"
Li Qingyu looked at the kids glaring angrily at him, choosing to glance at them mockingly. "What? Didn't hear me clearly? Fine, kids, let me say it again! Everyone here is...!"
"You're asking for death!" Wang Siqi suddenly shouted drunkenly, interrupting Li Qingyu. His body emitted a tiger-like whistle as three red and gold rings surrounded him, his voice growling low like a predatory tiger preparing to pounce.
The tri-colored halo—Wang Siqi had reached the second level of Martial Arts training concerning the internal organs!
It must be said, Wang Siqi wasn't the type to take offense easily, nor were there many circumstances where he would willingly come forth to fight.
Unfortunate for him, he encountered Li Qingyu! Chapters fırst released on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Fuhu Fist? Coincidentally, that's exactly the style I've been practicing!" Li Qingyu replied gruffly, letting out a tiger whistle of his own. At that moment, his body was enveloped by two orderly red-yellow halos.
Li Zangfeng's gaze froze in astonishment.
Not long ago, during a family dinner, Li Qingyu had merely been at the second floor of training, focusing on muscles and bones. Yet, within only a few days, he had broken through to the first floor—training in internal organs! The speed of this progress was terrifying enough to shock anyone to death.
Wang Siqi's eyes were wide and full of disbelief. Clearly, this was not the capability of the so-called "third useless son." Achieving the internal layer this quickly was exceptional among anyone of their age group.
Wang Siqi came from one of the four major clans and possessed extraordinary Martial Arts abilities. His skill should have allowed him to overwhelm Li Qingyu. For a moment, the situation seemed one-sided.
"Come on, Brother Wang, teach this arrogant brat a proper lesson!"
"Yes, don't let that punk beat you!"
The children cried out in excitement, while the adults remained silent, their eyes fixed on the scene ahead. Their vision was sharper than that of the kids. Though Li Qingyu appeared at first glance to be struggling, he hadn't truly been injured—only grazing blows.
In contrast, Wang Siqi hadn't been able to inflict any significant damage on Li Qingyu, let alone even nick the corner of his robe. The battle remained locked without a decisive victor.
"This should suffice!" Li Qingyu muttered to himself as he continued evading strikes. He had evaluated his opponent carefully, comparing this confrontation with past encounters at the Huagang Border. Reluctant to end things too quickly, he held his thoughts. If he were to defeat Wang Siqi with one move, he'd risk exposing too much of his abilities.
Thus, Li Qingyu resolved to drag out the bout, disguising his true strength. On the other hand, Wang Siqi, despite being a member of a prestigious clan, had family ties to consider. Even if Li Qingyu didn't hold back for his parents' sake, the repercussions of outright defeating Wang Siqi would still complicate matters down the line.
But Li Qingyu judged the timing had arrived. He decided to stop playing around. This time, instead of dodging, he chose to engage Wang Siqi head-on.
Li Qingyu moved like an eel—agile and slippery. After such a long exchange, Wang Siqi had yet to land any attacks on him, growing increasingly agitated. Now, noticing Li Qingyu's lack of further evasive maneuvers, Wang Siqi became unreasonably giddy.
Li Qingyu puzzled over the source of Wang Siqi's sudden joy, wondering if the man had a penchant for masochism.
Their fists collided, and Wang Siqi's face instantly turned the color of pig liver. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, while everyone nearby clearly heard the sharp crackling sound of fracturing bones.
The children realized something was off at last; all shouts ceased, giving way to collective gasps.
They saw Wang Siqi being sent flying backward by Li Qingyu, crashing heavily into the ground. The sound of impact was suffocatingly loud. Taking a closer look—damn, the earth itself had been cratered!
For a moment, the way the children looked at Li Qingyu shifted entirely. Who had labeled him trash? Speak up, and we guarantee you won't survive! If this was considered 'trash,' what were they supposed to be?
Li Qingyu scanned the room, gazing at the children again. This time, none dared meet his eyes; one by one, they turned away unnaturally.
Tang Xuanjie's grin froze. The whole world seemed stunned, his mouth hanging open in utter silence, unable to find the words to speak. Surely, he couldn't actually say to Li Qingyu, "You're fantastic—well done"?!
Where was his sense of dignity as a young master? What face could he show his father now?
Tang Ji felt an acute pain in his stomach. This was why playing games of chance was always a bad idea. He thought to himself bitterly: If you push too far, sometimes you end up killed.
Li Qingyu, meanwhile, was reveling in his fiery triumph and elation. He had just validated, through undeniable experience, that Lu's law of dominance held true! He felt his efforts fully justified!
Everyone else simply stared, silent. Their faces shifted between frustration and bitter amusement. Nobody dared direct their ire explicitly at Tang Ji, but nobody was truly able to mitigate Li Qingyu's impact either.
Perhaps the biggest shock fell upon Li Qingyu's father, Li Yaotian. In his recollection, the usually quiet eldest son, Li Qingyu, had gone unchanged for three years without significant progress—how had he suddenly turned into this?
At one point, the atmosphere descended into awkward silence, leaving many present dazed or unsure how to respond appropriately. Some household heads merely watched with cold indifference, while others stood in hopes of rescuing Tang Xuanjie.
"Youngest son, what nonsense are you saying to the Clan Leader?" Li Xiaosheng grumbled in frustration. He glanced sideways toward the instigator—a bloated figure perched nearby. Tempted to lash out but suppressing it for the moment, he muttered venomously, "Being ugly isn't your fault, but making it everyone else's problem certainly is."
The entire gathering fell quiet for a heartbeat before breaking into uncontrollable laughter. Even young women originally repressing their amusement surrendered to choked fits, their shoulders visibly shaking.
The roars of laughter ignored the bloated figure entirely, denying him even a shred of courtesy.
"Youthful antics, always!"
The Second-ranked Wang family elder wheezed messily, trembling and struggling repeatedly to counter Li Qingyu's insistent remarks.
"Say again—can't you see I was speaking to the Clan Leader here? Don't you know interrupting is improper etiquette? Did your mother neglect teaching you manners back home? It's clearly disrespectful!"
"You! You! How can this be so? Li Yaotian, your fine son—truly fine! Fine!"
Li Yaotian glared at Li Qingyu. "Speak softly now—go apologize to Clan Leader Wang right away!"
Li Qingyu's disdain for the Wang family's influence only deepened. What nation? What dominance? Even among the so-called Four Families, the power dynamics seemed dubious.
"No big deal sleeping on a sink," Li Xiaosheng mockingly whispered toward Wang Siqi, still writhing on the ground in agony. Nearby stood a visibly troubled Wang Lixian, who avoided Wang Jiazhu's gaze entirely while nervously blurting, "It's absurd! How could this disgrace happen?! Perhaps the child isn't even yours—or maybe things were switched around entirely?!"
Though stupefied by talk of genetics or rationale, the accusation stirred unstoppable murmurs. Li Qingyu's provocations flared unchecked.
The implications of family scandals sharpened attention across the crowd; suspicions grew venomously dominant.
Li Yaotian finally silenced proceedings, glancing toward both primary shouters. Crushing frustrations, he conceded, "...Enough! Now go apologize to the Clan Leader!"
"Sure... The Wang family has returned—so it's not intentional exposing faults unkindly. Forgive unruly sons acting on whim rather than wisdom. Elder Wang wouldn't truly bring sanction over our juvenile mistakes or perceive direct harm inflicted amongst shared dealings."