Chapter 1003 — Xie Yufeng's Humiliation

Xie Yufeng knew that Wei Zhao was a cultivator too. If he let even a trace of true qi show, Wei Zhao would likely be the first to sense just how strong he really was.

Xie Yufeng broke out in a cold sweat, silently thanking his lucky stars. If his strength had been exposed on his very first day after transferring schools, this whole trip would have been for nothing. What would Father think of him? If he couldn't even handle a trifle like this, how could he ever be trusted with real responsibility?

So Xie Yufeng hurriedly dispersed the true qi that had just begun to gather in his body. But then a new problem presented itself. Without the aid of true qi, Xie Yufeng was no match at all for these three pieces of trash in front of him.

These three were clearly street thugs who fought all the time. Xie Yufeng could handle one of them without trouble, but taking on all three at once was a joke. He was no expert in external martial arts; a master of the internal school relied entirely on true qi in a fight. Without it, he was no different from an ordinary man — at best, a shade stronger.

Xie Yufeng was not like Wei Zhao. Even stripped of the aid of true qi, Wei Zhao had years of experience carrying out missions in war zones to draw on. His fighting skill was many times that of an ordinary man, he commanded countless assassination techniques and methods, and his movements were exceptionally agile. So even in a brawl, so long as his opponent was not an external-school cultivator, Wei Zhao could win handily.

But Xie Yufeng could not. For a moment, he was caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Gentlemen, let us call today's business finished. If any of you are unwilling to let it go, leave me your contact and we will set a time for a proper contest." Xie Yufeng's expression shifted before he finally managed to say something face-saving. With no true qi to draw on, he had no chance of winning.

"Damn, kid, have you lost your mind? You say it's finished, so it's finished? Where's all that kicking skill you had a minute ago? Didn't you just tell us to all come at you? Boys, kill him!" Lei Zhenyu was delighted to hear Xie Yufeng's words. Looks like the kid is scared.

"Leave a road open while you still can, so we can meet again someday. Are you truly set on fighting today?" Xie Yufeng frowned. Humiliating and shameful as it was, he could only soften his words. With Wei Zhao watching, he dared not use true qi — which left him with nothing in the face of these three but a beating.

"A road open? You're the one who told us to all come at you just now!" Lei Zhenyu laughed even harder at the craven sight of him. "Kid, how about this — you kneel down, kowtow to me three times, call me grandpa, then crawl through my legs, and we'll call it even for today!"

"Hahahahaha! Crawl through his legs!" the bald man and the hook-nosed man echoed, howling with laughter.

Xie Yufeng's face turned ashen, and he hated Wei Zhao with all his heart. Why couldn't you have stayed put in the private room? What business did you have wandering out here? He desperately wished Wei Zhao would take Shen Yushu and Feng Xiaoxiao back to the room this instant — but Wei Zhao stood not far off as though watching a show, and did not move.

"Wei Zhao, take Feng Xiaoxiao and Shen Yushu back to the room — don't let them get hurt!" With no other way out, Xie Yufeng had no choice but to say this to Wei Zhao, praying silently that he would take the suggestion.

If Wei Zhao would only leave for a moment, Xie Yufeng could use his true qi to beat these three into cripples.

But Wei Zhao watched Xie Yufeng with keen interest, a little puzzled. What on earth was Xie Yufeng trying to do? A moment ago the situation had been taut as a drawn bow, and then he suddenly started talking soft — what did he mean by it?

What's more, Wei Zhao could plainly sense that Xie Yufeng had wanted to use his true qi just now, and hadn't. What was he hiding?

"Oh, I'm just here for the show," Wei Zhao said mildly, showing not the slightest intention of leaving.

"Kid, you're dead and still running your mouth?" Lei Zhenyu's chest still ached from the kick Xie Yufeng had given him earlier. Seeing him still standing there jabbering, Lei Zhenyu finally lost patience and swung a kick at Xie Yufeng.

Xie Yufeng was startled and tried to dodge, only to find that the bald man and the hook-nosed man had pinned him by the arms, one on each side. He had figured that even without true qi, his agility would at least keep him from coming off too badly against these three — he only had to hold out until the security guards came, and the trouble would pass.

But he had not expected the bald man and the hook-nosed man to seize him by the arms and hold him fast.

An instant later Xie Yufeng gave a howl of agony, cold sweat springing out on his forehead, because Lei Zhenyu's foot had landed squarely between his legs.

"Kid, weren't you the tough one? Weren't you putting on an act for me? I'll ruin you!" Lei Zhenyu said, and kicked him in the crotch again, doubling Xie Yufeng up like a shrimp.

Xie Yufeng trembled all over with pain, and in his heart he longed to kill Lei Zhenyu with a single palm strike — but Wei Zhao was watching from the side, and for the sake of the Yu family's greater cause, he could only endure. Fortunately he was a cultivator, his constitution somewhat stronger than an ordinary man's; painful as Lei Zhenyu's two kicks were, they had not truly done any organic damage.

Otherwise, Xie Yufeng would have been ready to kill himself.

Xie Yufeng clutched his crotch and crouched down, while Lei Zhenyu, the bald man, and the hook-nosed man raised their fists and began to rain blows on him.

"So you like to play tough, do you, kid? Weren't you acting all high and mighty?"

"You've got some nerve, throwing your weight around in Songshan City, right in front of Brother Lei — I'll beat you to death!"

"Don't you know? Zou Tiandi, the man who runs this KTV, is one of Brother Lei's boys. Killing you would be child's play!"

Without his true qi to shield him, Xie Yufeng was pounded black and blue in an instant, the three men's fists raining down on him like a hailstorm.

Yet a faint, amused smile played at the corner of Wei Zhao's lips. He did not leave, but kept watching as Lei Zhenyu and the other two laid into Xie Yufeng.

By now Wei Zhao was entirely certain that Xie Yufeng was hiding something. He did not want to reveal his true strength in front of others — which made his reason for transferring schools highly suspect. Wei Zhao was now eighty percent sure that Xie Yufeng had come for him.

Otherwise, why would he endure a beating and still keep his strength concealed in front of Wei Zhao?

Wei Zhao did not call him out on it, though. If you enjoy playing the pig, then by all means keep playing. Wei Zhao was happy to feign ignorance and stand off to the side enjoying the show.

"Help!" Xie Yufeng finally could not hold out and began crying for help. At a moment like this, who cared about face? He was already being beaten to a pulp — what dignity did he have left to speak of? Better to call for help and spare himself some of the pain.