Chapter 17

"Your humble servant is Ling. I can tell from your appearance that you are a man of great martial prowess. I humbly request your guidance!" The young man spoke with a gentle and refined manner, the perfect image of a diligent student seeking advice.

The large man standing opposite him, however, was pale as if he were about to face execution.

As the young man finished his words, the large man suddenly swung his fist and struck down with great force.

However, his target was not the gentle young man, but his own other arm.

"Bang!"

With the sound of a bone breaking, the large man's face instantly turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat began to drip from his forehead.

"Enough!" As the large man spoke, he glanced at the more than a hundred large men sitting in the corridor not far away.

These large men all had pale faces and were gripping their right arms tightly. Groans of pain could be heard from time to time! A few doctors specializing in injuries were busy attending to them, but even with their continuous efforts, they could not keep up with the increasing number of injured men. Therefore, most of the large men could only endure the pain with groans.

Ling watched the large man who had injured his own arm and thought to himself that this man was indeed tough. If it were any other time, Ling might not have made things difficult for him, but now, he could only blame his bad luck!

"Brother, you are indeed full of confidence. You even let me have one arm. I am deeply grateful for your sincerity and friendship." As he spoke, Ling swung his fist and struck the large man's uninjured arm.

Another punch landed on the large man's arm, and with it, the large man could no longer hold back, letting out a piercing scream.

In the midst of this scream, whether it was the large men who had already been injured or the Tiger Might Martial Hall disciples waiting their turn, all showed signs of fear. They looked at Ling as if he were a devil.

A devil they could not resist!

Ling still wore a faint smile as he said to Guan Wushang, who looked extremely grim, "Hall Master Guan, please have your next disciple instruct me!"

Guan Wushang's face was darker than the bottom of a pot. His whole body trembled uncontrollably.

An hour ago, when the young man said he would challenge all three hundred disciples of the Tiger Might Martial Hall, Guan Wushang thought it was just a boast. Since they had already lost, he thought it would be enough to let a few disciples vent their anger.

However, as time passed, more than a hundred disciples had been injured by this person. And all of them had the same injury: their right arms were broken.

One hundred disciples, which was like a hundred slaps in the face for Guan Wushang. And these slaps were given in public.

He believed that from tomorrow, no, from now on, he, Guan Wushang, would become a laughingstock in the entire Dinging City.

Three hundred disciples, all with their right arms broken, would certainly be a hilarious piece of news in Dinging City.

This young man was truly ruthless!

If possible, he would strangle this young man to death! No, he would turn him into minced meat! He would scatter his bones and ashes, only then could he quench his anger!

Unfortunately, all he could do now was send his disciples one by one.

He had no choice!

The Master Zhao was sitting leisurely nearby, and to save his own life, he had to do this.

"Old Eighteen, go and learn from Young Master Fang's skills." As these words left his mouth, Guan Wushang saw his eighteenth disciple, who was always considered tough, almost fall to the ground from fear.

"Bang!"

There was no resistance. This eighteenth disciple, who had reached the initial stage of the third level of Qi cultivation, had his right arm broken.

"One hundred and five"

"One hundred and six"

...

"Two hundred and ninety-nine"

Outside the Tiger Might Martial Hall, people had gathered, and many were excitedly counting the number of people.

Over the years, the Tiger Might Martial Hall had dominated Dinging City. Apart from some major forces they dared not offend, many people had suffered at their hands. The sight of them being disciplined one by one was met with applause from many.

When the fiftieth disciple's arm was broken, the street in front of the Tiger Might Martial Hall was already crowded. Now, the entire area around the hall was filled with people.

At first, when Fang Ling broke a Tiger Might Martial Hall disciple's arm, people cheered. But when the two hundredth disciple's arm was broken, there was only silence.

Silence, only silence!

"Ahh!" A piercing scream came from the last disciple, who then suddenly smashed his head against a rock.

Although he was a cultivator at the second level of Qi, his head was no match for the rock. He immediately suffered a bloody head wound and fell to the ground.

The three hundredth person had fallen.

The Tiger Might Martial Hall disciples now had deep fear on their faces. If they still harbored hatred for this young man when the first few dozen disciples were injured, now they only had one attitude.

Fear, deep fear!

Many disciples no longer had the courage to even look at this person!

Fang Ling looked at the last disciple who had fallen and said with a faint smile, "Hall Master Guan, I am deeply grateful for your guidance."

Seeing this still smiling young man, Guan Wushang's heart twitched. This twitching was accompanied by a hint of fear.

Although he felt that defeating this young man was not difficult, now he felt no advantage at all when facing him.

He even thought that the best thing to do was to never deal with this young man again.

He also felt a bit of resentment towards the task given to him by the Chen family.

"Young Master Fang, if there is nothing else, we will not see you off," Guan Wushang forced a smile and said.

Fang Ling then bowed to Master Zhao and said, "Thank you, Master Zhao, for your help, which gave me this opportunity to learn."

Master Zhao had watched the entire event from start to finish. When Fang Ling injured a dozen Tiger Might Martial Hall disciples, he thought the young man was just being impulsive.

But now, such thoughts were completely gone from his mind. This was a ruthless person, and it was best not to offend him unless there was a significant benefit.

He involuntarily clasped his hands and said, "It was a small matter, Young Master Fang, you need not worry about it."

Fang Ling smiled, thanked Master Zhao again, and then walked out of the Tiger Might Martial Hall. The crowd that had gathered around immediately made way for him.

Almost everyone who saw Fang Ling showed signs of fear.

Many young men of Fang Ling's age, however, looked at him with admiration.

The Tiger Might Martial Hall had been tyrannical, and the young men of Dinging City who had been oppressed by them numbered in the hundreds. Although these young men dared to be angry but not to speak, they had all sorts of thoughts in their hearts.

But these thoughts were only in their minds.

Now, a young man of about their age had broken the right arms of all three hundred Tiger Might Martial Hall disciples.

This shock made many think, "A true man should be like this!"

A true man should indeed be like this!

"Shadow Sister, do you think I was too harsh?" As he approached his own door, Fang Ling suddenly said softly to Huashuying.

Huashuying pondered for a moment, "Xiao Ling, I know the Tiger Might Martial Hall has no good people, but your methods..."

She did not finish her sentence, but Fang Ling could imagine what she meant. He said in a serious tone, "Shadow Sister, for some evil people, you must be even more ruthless than they are. Only then will they think twice before provoking you!"

"Good people will always be bullied!"

Although Huashuying felt that Fang Ling's words were a bit extreme, she also felt that there was some truth to them.

As she was at a loss for words, a man suddenly knelt in front of Fang Ling and said loudly, "Young Master Fang, I, Skinny Monkey, will never forget what you did today!"

"Get up, I didn't do this for you!" Fang Ling looked at Skinny Monkey, who was kneeling on the ground, and said calmly.

"I know I don't deserve such treatment from Young Master Fang, but in my heart, I am deeply grateful to you." Skinny Monkey continued, "Young Master Fang, I heard that your household needs servants for cleaning. I, Skinny Monkey, may be a bit clumsy, but I can run errands. Please take me in."

Fang Ling looked at the pleading Skinny Monkey and glanced at the empty gate. He thought to himself that as the Fang family grew, they needed more people to handle things, and just cleaning alone could exhaust Huashuying.

Although Skinny Monkey was not skilled, he was quite clever. With proper training, he could become a good helper.

"Get up, my family does not take servants who kowtow."

Fang Ling's calm words made Skinny Monkey's heart leap with joy. He jumped up from the ground and said, "Thank you, Young Master."

Fang Ling nodded and did not say anything more, walking directly into the Fang family's gate. Although he had not achieved his goal of buying medicine, the events of the day made him feel a great sense of relief.

This time, he relied more on Master Zhao's authority than his own strength.

One day, I will be like Master Zhao, no, I should be like Brother Lin, making the entire city dare not make a sound.

This thought made Fang Ling feel incredibly excited. He greeted Huashuying and walked into his room.

The three hundred disciples of the Tiger Might Martial Hall included many skilled individuals. Although some hardly fought, the experience of sparring with over three hundred people gave Fang Ling many new insights.

And at such a time, he needed to practice even more.

After all, strength is the most important!

PS: Little Fang has shown his power, and the brothers should also rise up! Votes, favorites, nothing should be missing!