Chapter 421 — Effortless

"Smack!"

Zou Ruoming was stunned, and so was Uncle Yan! Wei Zhao had slapped Zou Ruoming across the face again, paying no heed to Uncle Yan's fist—not even bothering to dodge.

"Have you lost your mind? You brought a frail, sickly old man to deal with me? I know 'idiot pills' are tasty, but you shouldn't overdose on them—I've never seen anyone as brain-dead as you!" Wei Zhao shook his head.

Once Uncle Yan got over his shock, he was nearly laughing in fury. Ignorance truly bred recklessness—here he was, a fine fighter of the early Yellow rank, and in this brat's eyes he was just a frail, sickly old man?

Frail and sickly he may have been—that part was true. He had been in poor health since childhood and had stalled at the early Yellow rank, with no prospects for advancement. That was precisely why he had volunteered to serve as the family sect's pawn and vanguard, coming to the secular world to seize money and support the clan's expenses.

But that was only in comparison with the rest of his family. This snot-nosed brat before him actually dared call him an old man?

Uncle Yan's blood surged, and with it the force in his hand. He meant to kill Wei Zhao with a single punch right there!

But before the fist could reach Wei Zhao, there came a crisp "smack," and Uncle Yan staggered and fell to the ground, five red welts now marking his face!

"Do you think you're something special? An early Yellow-rank fighter, is that so impressive? At your age, an old man bullying two youngsters—don't you feel ashamed?" As he spoke, Wei Zhao planted a foot on Uncle Yan's head, grinding the left side of his jaw out of shape and knocking his teeth loose.

Wei Zhao's words left Zou Ruoming and Tang Zhi drenched in cold sweat. They had heard of youngsters bullying old men being shameful, but never of old men bullying youngsters...

Yet Uncle Yan did not think there was anything wrong with Wei Zhao's words. As Tang Zhi and Zou Ruoming understood it, that was a rule of the secular world only; in the martial world it did not apply! In the martial world, the older one was, the deeper one's cultivation—an old man bullying a youngster would be criticized as using his seniority to oppress the young!

But was he really doing that now? Uncle Yan wanted to cry but had no tears! He had truly misjudged. This young man had not only seen through his strength at a glance, but was beating him without exerting any effort at all!

He was a fine fighter of the early Yellow rank, yet the other side was stomping him like a dead dog, with no room to resist whatsoever. Judging by this, his opponent had to be at least a mid-Yellow, or even late-Yellow, expert!

"Uncle Yan, what... what are you doing? You don't need to hold back—there's no one here, just kill him..." Zou Ruoming still had not grasped the situation. He assumed Uncle Yan was feigning weakness on purpose, pretending to be driven to desperation by Wei Zhao's bullying, only to spring up and kill him!

That approach might achieve the goal, but somehow it felt unsatisfying—not as satisfying as striking Wei Zhao dead outright. So Zou Ruoming reminded Uncle Yan, somewhat anxiously.

It was no wonder he thought so. In his eyes and heart, an early Yellow-rank fighter was something akin to a god—a symbol of invincibility. He had once heard his father, Zou Tiandi, say that it had taken several armed police officers to barely subdue Uncle Yan. What kind of concept was that? In a one-on-one fight, Uncle Yan was invincible!

Though Zou Ruoming did not quite understand what rank early Yellow actually was, he was sure it must be stronger than Wei Zhao! No matter how good a fighter Wei Zhao was, he was still just an ordinary man—how could he compare with a martial-world expert?

Even if Wei Zhao had beaten Brother Black Panther until he was spitting teeth, Brother Black Panther was nothing but a small-time thug. However tough he was, he could not be tougher than a Yellow-rank expert! That was how Zou Ruoming could utter such ignorant foolishness.

Hearing Zou Ruoming's words, Uncle Yan groaned inwardly. Can't you see the situation? Do you think I enjoy being stepped on? I have no choice but to be stepped on! My opponent's strength clearly exceeds mine by a wide margin—I'm no match for him!

"Zou Ruoming, how did you know I was here?" Wei Zhao asked, still stomping on Uncle Yan one foot after another.

"Wei Zhao, don't get cocky. Once Uncle Yan shows his true power, you're dead!" The fool still had not grasped the situation and thought Uncle Yan could finish Wei Zhao off. "You crashed into my dad's car and broke my brother's hand—this time I brought Uncle Yan specifically to ambush you!"

"Oh? That B from before was your old man?" Wei Zhao said in sudden realization. No wonder Zou Ruoming knew where he was—so he was Zou Tiandi's son, Zou Ruoguang's younger brother!

Truly, as the saying goes: birds of a feather flock together—a whole family of idiots.

"Uncle Yan, what on earth are you doing? Hurry up and finish this kid off!" Zou Ruoming, seeing that Uncle Yan still had not sprung into action, grew puzzled.

"Elder Jiao, there are too many people here—it won't be easy to kill this old thing. Is there any way to cripple his strength?" Wei Zhao asked Jiao Yazi secretly within the jade pendant.

"Of course I can!" Jiao Lao's voice rang out. "Anyone in the jianghu who reaches Yellow-rank through crude, half-baked cultivation methods is bound to have all sorts of flaws. How could they compare to your Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art? Unless one has reached Earth-rank, every body has a vital weak point. Break that point, and the man is as good as crippled—unless he reforges his body and climbs back to Yellow-rank through external martial arts alone!"

"Then where is his weak point?" Wei Zhao was both startled and delighted at Jiao Lao's words.

"That... I don't know either," Jiao Yazi admitted.

Wei Zhao nearly stumbled and fell. Even Jiao Yazi did not know?

"That said, for most Yellow-rank fighters the weak point lies somewhere near the dantian—unless they are some highly unusual external body-refiner." Jiao Yazi's next words gave Wei Zhao hope again.

Bang!

Wei Zhao drove a kick straight into Uncle Yan's dantian. Uncle Yan let out a ghastly, ghost-like shriek and passed out cold. His whole body went limp and collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.

Wei Zhao knew he had shattered Uncle Yan's weak point and crippled him outright! In the instant his foot struck, he had felt the true qi inside Uncle Yan's body drain away rapidly until it vanished altogether!

It was exactly as Jiao Lao had said. Wei Zhao could no longer sense any strength in Uncle Yan; to him, the man was now no different from any ordinary old man.

Zou Ruoming was frozen stiff with fright at the scene before him. He had never imagined that Uncle Yan would actually faint—was it real, or was he faking? But the next moment, Zou Ruoming saw Wei Zhao walking toward him!

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