Chapter 8

In Qin Yi's confusion and Tian Ni's burning gaze, Yi Feng walked leisurely with a lordly gait to the front of the fat man, and said impatiently, "Hey, fatty. You're blocking my phone signal."

Upon hearing these words, everyone looked at Yi Feng with confusion, clearly not understanding what he meant.

Only then did Yi Feng realize his mistake, and he slapped his forehead: He had forgotten that this was not the world he knew, and they wouldn't understand such a cutting remark.

Although the fat man didn't understand the latter part, he heard the word "fatty" clearly. He couldn't believe someone dared to call him that. Didn't they know it was his sore spot?

The fat man felt his heart nearly consumed by anger. He put down his prey, turned his head, and glared at Yi Feng as if he wanted to tear him apart.

"Sir... please save me..." The woman behind the fat man took this opportunity to escape, trembling and hiding behind Yi Feng, clutching his clothes tightly, her eyes filled with fear.

Seeing this, Yi Feng didn't need to think to know what was happening—it was a story of a rich, spoiled young man bullying an innocent woman. However, the fat man's large body had blocked Yi Feng's view, so he hadn't noticed until now. This made Yi Feng sigh again at the fat man's pig-like body.

The girl seemed to have been greatly frightened, her hands tightly gripping Yi Feng's clothes, her eyes filled with terror as she looked at the fat man.

With an oval face, arched eyebrows, light makeup, and a delicate face dotted with a few tears, her pale face due to fear gave her a pitiful appearance. No wonder the fat man had taken notice of her.

Seeing his prey escape, the fat man's anger could no longer be contained. His martial aura flickered, but when his gaze shifted to a spot not far behind Yi Feng, his eyes lit up, almost glowing.

Heaven! Could there be such a person in the world? The fat man felt his heart race, a feeling he had never experienced before.

"Hmph..." Yi Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he let out a light snort. The fat man's lecherous gaze made him very unhappy.

The fleeting cold light made Tian Ni's heart tremble. He had never seen the usually lazy Yi Feng with such a fierce expression. Recalling the bone-chilling coldness of that gaze, Tian Ni took a few steps to the side, maintaining a distance from Qin Yi.

The fat man ignored Yi Feng's snort, his large body trembling as he stepped over Yi Feng and walked straight to Qin Yi. The oily flesh on his face quivered, and he forced a disgusting smile, "Beautiful lady, I am..."

Just as the fat man was about to boast about his identity to Qin Yi, he saw her walk to the side in disgust. If not for the dirt on his face, she might have slapped him.

Seeing Qin Yi leave, the fat man was about to chase after her but was blocked by Tian Ni. Tian Ni glared coldly at the fat man, and his dark martial aura began to circulate within his body.

"Hmph..."

With another cold snort, Yi Feng freed himself from the girl's tight grip, stepped in front of Tian Ni, and looked at the fat man calmly, "You choose. Do you want your restless eyes, or your restless hands?"

The words instantly silenced the surroundings. Such a bloody statement, spoken so calmly, left everyone stunned. Most importantly, the fat man was no ordinary person.

To put it bluntly, in this medium-sized city, his father's influence ranked among the top few. This was why the fat man acted so recklessly. More importantly, although he looked like a pig, his cultivation talent was not low. At eighteen years old, he had cultivated to the Eighth Rank Spirit Warrior. In this small city, he was considered a formidable figure.

However, such a formidable person was being threatened by a young, inexperienced boy. This couldn't help but shock everyone. The fat man was taken aback and immediately shouted, "Haha, little brat, what did you say? You want my hands and feet? Do you have the ability?"

Saying this, the fat man slammed his fist into the ground. The moment his fist touched the hard bluestone, it cracked with a "bang," making everyone involuntarily draw a sharp breath.

An Eighth Rank Spirit Warrior, though not very strong, was rare. Most importantly, the fat man was only eighteen years old. Looking at the bluestone that had cracked into several pieces, everyone's sympathy for Yi Feng grew.

"With your weight, it's not just bluestone; even diamond would be crushed. So, breaking a piece of bluestone is nothing to boast about."

The casual words reached the ears of the crowd, and everyone couldn't help but draw a sharp breath. This young man was really good at insulting people. The weight needed to crush a diamond—how fat would that be? Didn't he know that this fat man hated being called fat the most?

Sure enough, the fat man was furious, his face turning red. He glared at Yi Feng, his fists glowing with martial aura. If he couldn't gauge Yi Feng's true strength, he would have punched him directly.

"Boy, who are you?" The fat man was not stupid. Seeing Yi Feng so boldly insult him, he knew Yi Feng had some backing and didn't dare to act rashly, fearing he might cause trouble for his father.

Seeing the fat man remain calm even in his rage, Yi Feng was surprised: This fat man isn't stupid. No wonder he could cultivate to the Eighth Rank Spirit Warrior.

"Fatty, do you want to beat me up?" Yi Feng didn't answer his question but asked disdainfully.

Although the fat man was somewhat wary of Yi Feng's identity, he couldn't bear the ridicule any longer. He was confident that defeating this brat would be a mere formality.

"Right now, I'm going to take your hands and feet." The fat man said viciously, his fat face looking even more hideous and ugly.

The swift punch made everyone gasp in shock. They turned their heads away, unable to bear the sight, except for Qin Yi and Tian Ni, whose expressions remained unchanged. Qin Yi had absolute faith in Yi Feng, while Tian Ni believed Yi Feng was very strong.

"Master, why did you take so long to come? Help me get rid of this fat pig." Just as the punch was about to hit Yi Feng's face, he shouted loudly behind him.

The fat man's heart raced, and he changed his stance, quickly turning around and raising his hands in a defensive position.