Chapter 5

Liu Yutong had absolute confidence. She was at the eighth level of the Gathering Yuan stage, while Ling Zhongkuan was only at the sixth level. Although it was just a difference of two levels, one was in the late stage of Gathering Yuan, while the other was in the middle stage, which was a significant gap.

Ling Zhongkuan was both angry and shocked, saying, "Miss Liu, are you really going to help this little beast?"

"Old dog, clean your mouth," Ling Han said calmly from the side.

This made Ling Zhongkuan and his three companions furious—calling them "old dogs" and then telling them to clean their mouths, it was like the official could set fires but the common people couldn't light a lamp. It was too domineering.

Ling Han smiled faintly. What if he was domineering? In his previous life, he was known for being protective of his own, helping family over reason. In front of outsiders, he would always protect his own people, and then they could discuss right and wrong behind closed doors.

It was strange that he could bear the bullying of Ling Zhongkuan and his family.

Liu Yutong didn't answer, but her delicate figure lightly leaped out. Her fair hand struck out, pressing toward Ling Zhongkuan. She looked like a fairy descending from heaven, without a trace of anger, appearing transcendent and extraordinary.

But Ling Zhongkuan definitely didn't have such a feeling. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He was in the middle stage of Gathering Yuan, while the other was in the late stage, which was an unbridgeable gap.

However, Ling Zhongkuan had no intention of being slapped by this waste of a junior, so he had to fight back, or at least escape.

Bang!

He unleashed the Ling family's ultimate technique, "Three Flips Hand," moving toward Liu Yutong.

This was a mid-grade Yellow-level martial technique, one of the three ultimate techniques of the Ling family. The Ling family had climbed to the position of one of the two major families in Cangyun Town thanks to these three ultimate techniques, so their power was naturally terrifying.

Unfortunately, his opponent was Liu Yutong.

"Small Plum Hand!" The ice beauty lightly scolded, her delicate hand flipping, pointing and pressing, her movements incomparably graceful, but the power was terrifying. As her delicate hand moved, Ling Zhongkuan could only step back, his old face turning red.

Small Plum Hand, a high-grade Yellow-level martial technique!

In terms of cultivation and martial technique, Ling Zhongkuan was suppressed. The only advantage he had was his decades of combat experience. However, Liu Yutong was a martial genius. Although her experience was lacking, her combat intuition was astonishing, completely making up for the lack of experience.

How could Ling Zhongkuan not be defeated?

After just fifty to sixty moves, Ling Zhongkuan was restrained, his dantian sealed, unable to mobilize his yuan force, no better than an ordinary person.

"Grandfather!"

"Father!"

Ling Muyun and the other three shouted, wanting to rush forward but were intimidated by Liu Yutong's strength. They could only glare at Ling Han with anger. They had no intention of reflecting on themselves, thinking that everything was Ling Han's fault.

—If Ling Han hadn't appeared, things would have gone as planned.

Ling Han looked at Liu Yutong and said, "If you slightly change your fighting style, your combat power will be stronger. For example, on the seventeenth move, if you just lower your right hand and press your left hand forward by two inches, you could have already restrained your opponent."

Liu Yutong was initially不服 (unconvinced). She thought Ling Han had found some ancient treasure trove and obtained several high-level secret techniques, which allowed him to break through her barriers with just a few phrases.

But when she recalled the previous battle, her face changed. Ling Han was absolutely right. If she had done as he said, the battle would have ended much faster.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe for Ling Han. His insight was too terrifying.

Ling Han smiled inwardly. Who was he? The martial king of ten thousand years ago. Could he not subdue a little girl? He walked to Ling Zhongkuan and raised his right hand high.

"Little beast, you dare!" Ling Zhongkuan glared, thinking that if he were slapped by Ling Han, he would have no face to show anyone.

Slap!

Ling Han hesitated not at all, striking Ling Zhongkuan with a heavy slap.

Sigh!

The three Ling family members and the five maids all drew a sharp breath. He really slapped him, really slapped him. The great Ling family's chief steward was actually slapped in public by a recognized waste of a junior.

"Damn, no wonder this old dog has such thick skin, my hand hurts," Ling Han said, baring his teeth.

This was natural. The Body Tempering stage was about refining the body with yuan force, making every muscle full of yuan force. A punch or a kick could unleash terrifying power.

Ling Zhongkuan was already at the Gathering Yuan stage, having completed the entire Body Tempering stage. Therefore, his face was completely refined by yuan force. Even a Body Tempering middle stage person's full-strength slap might not hurt him, only causing pain and a bit of bleeding. A weapon would be needed to injure him.

But now it wasn't a matter of injury, but of losing face!

Being slapped by a second-level Body Tempering waste of a junior, and in front of five maids, what a great humiliation! If this spread, how could he show his face to anyone?

Ling Zhongkuan's eyes were almost spitting fire. He roared, "Little beast, this can't end like this, you will regret it, you will!"

"Alas, threatening me in front of my followers, truly stupid!" Ling Han sighed and said to Liu Yutong, "Someone is threatening your master, what should be done?"

Liu Yutong's face twitched slightly. She was the pampered daughter of the Liu family, how could she adapt to being someone's follower? But she was very honest, so she immediately said, "Should I kill him?"

This made Ling Zhongkuan's two sons and Ling Muyun jump in fright. Ling Zhongkuan was their mainstay and pillar. If Ling Zhongkuan died, their authority in the Ling family would crumble.

Ling Han smiled and shook his head, saying, "This old dog belongs to my father, who should deal with him personally. However—" He broke off a table leg and weighed it in his hand, "Death can be spared, but punishment cannot be avoided!"

Bang! He swung the table leg and struck Ling Zhongkuan's face. With a heavy thud, Ling Zhongkuan's mouth opened, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth.

"Old dog, my father risked his life, but you took away his hope. Do you deserve to be slapped?"

"You have sons and grandsons, but my father doesn't?"

"Yesterday, you used your strength to severely injure me. Is that the attitude of an elder? Since you don't want to be an elder, why should I give you face and treat you as one?"

Ling Han said one sentence and struck one blow. After a few strikes, Ling Zhongkuan was disheveled, his face covered in blood, and at least half of his teeth were missing.

However, despite his pitiful appearance, with the strong vitality of a martial artist, as long as there was no internal injury, even severe external injuries could heal quickly. Therefore, Ling Han beat him to his heart's content, without worrying about accidentally killing him.

Ling Zhongkuan no longer made a sound. He secretly vowed that once he had the strength to suppress Ling Dongxing, he would flay this father and son alive.

"My hands are tired from beating!" Ling Han threw away the stick and said, "Yutong, let's go out for a while."

Yutong, Yutong?

Liu Yutong shivered. This way of calling her felt so creepy.