Chapter 71

In the basement of the Jinlong Club, a silence prevailed. He Ping stood at the door, holding a cue stick and taunting the crowd inside, but everyone was a bit startled. The skinny young man had already been helped to his feet by his companions and limped to the rest area. When his companions took off his shoes, they saw his foot was already bruised and swollen like a bun. Seeing his painful expression, the people around him couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.

Moreover, the way He Ping was handling the cue stick made them unsure of his true capabilities. Although they didn't know much about the techniques of using long weapons, the few swings He Ping had made earlier looked just like those of martial arts experts in many action movies. Though they were past the age of taking martial novels and action movies seriously, He Ping's performance made them start to doubt their common sense. Could it be that there really was a world of martial arts?

At this moment, a young man with a crew cut, who looked very sharp and had a somewhat piercing gaze, stood next to Uncle Long and was about to step forward. But Uncle Long silently pulled him back and shook his head. Then he said to a tall, muscular man on the other side, "Old Xiong, go and test him."

The man called Old Xiong chuckled, took off his shirt to reveal a black tank top. Although he wasn't completely bare, his well-built muscles were clearly visible, showing that he was quite strong. By sending such a person, it was clear that Uncle Long was no ordinary man. This Old Xiong was probably not their strongest, but among those present, only one or two could confidently beat him.

"Come on, kid, let me see what you're made of. With your small frame, I'll stand here and let you hit me, and you might even get hurt. If I make you cry, don't blame me!" Old Xiong said, taking large steps toward He Ping, cracking his knuckles as he walked, and wearing a fierce and menacing expression. Most kids would probably be scared to tears at the sight of this.

However, He Ping sneered and said, "Go ahead, I'll let you use one hand. See if you can even touch me." As he spoke, he really did put his left hand, which was holding the cue stick, to the side, adopting a stance that seemed to be using only his right hand to fight.

Not just Old Xiong, but even the others were indignant at these words. This was too disrespectful! He Ping had even said he would let them all come at him earlier. This kid was really extraordinarily arrogant. Although they didn't have any plans to form a gang like the Jinlong Gang, they were well-known in the area for their toughness. This was the first time they had been provoked like this, and by a kid no less. Old Xiong couldn't stand it.

Although Old Xiong was a bit angry, he remained calm. He had seen what happened to the skinny young man and knew that this kid wasn't easy to deal with. So he didn't act arrogantly. When he was close to He Ping, he raised his fist, took a few steps to build momentum, and charged at He Ping. When his fist was within striking distance, he didn't hesitate and punched straight at He Ping's head.

Some of the onlookers were worried that such a powerful punch might hurt the kid, while others thought that this punch would definitely decide the outcome. After all, Old Xiong was the strongest among them. In the past, when someone had come to cause trouble, Old Xiong's single punch had knocked them to the ground, and they hadn't been able to get up for a long time. If it could have such an effect on an adult, it would be even more effective on a kid.

However, after a loud thud, everyone saw He Ping block Old Xiong's full-force punch with his much smaller fist. Old Xiong's punch was like hitting a wall; He Ping stood there without moving. Because the punch had no follow-through, all the counterforce was directed to Old Xiong's wrist. After the punch, he immediately clutched his wrist and stepped back. A few people came to check on him and found that Old Xiong was drenched in cold sweat, gritting his teeth in pain. His wrist was already swollen, and his entire arm was trembling.

Everyone was stunned. They knew Old Xiong's strength. Among them, when it came to fighting, Old Xiong might not be the best, but he was definitely second or third. Yet, this Old Xiong couldn't even last one round and was already injured. And the kid had really let him use one hand, blocking with just his right hand, without even making a real attack.

What kind of strength was this? What kind of physical resilience? Old Xiong's bones were strong, and he was still injured by the counterforce of the punch. But they saw that after blocking Old Xiong's punch, He Ping showed no reaction at all. His thin arm, subjected to the same force, was completely unharmed. Could this body be even stronger than Old Xiong's? How was that possible? Was he really just a kid?

What should they do? Everyone turned to look at Uncle Long. Uncle Long was also slightly stunned by Old Xiong's condition, but then his eyes lit up as if he had an idea. He said to everyone, "Everyone, attack together! Don't worry about saving face. If we lose, we lose both face and reputation. Just win!" After saying this, Uncle Long whispered a few words to the young man who had wanted to step forward earlier but was held back. Then he waved his hand, signaling everyone to attack together.

Everyone was initially stunned, but then they all rushed forward, some making fists, others holding cue sticks, all converging on He Ping. He Ping was also excited to see so many people. Since returning to this world, he hadn't had a good fight. The monkey? That didn't count. And in the past few days, he hadn't gone after the criminals on his blacklist, so his hands were itching. Now, with this opportunity, he was more than willing.

He Ping held the thinner end of the cue stick, turning it into a long weapon with a larger head, similar to a mace or a flail. He told Dong Dapeng to stay in the corner, then charged forward. Before the person in front of him could react, He Ping kneed him to the ground. Then, he swung his cue stick, striking each person who rushed at him, and a large number of them fell instantly. He Ping, fully engaged, used his long weapon techniques to great effect, not falling behind against so many people.

More than thirty adults attacking together couldn't even subdue a kid, which was hard for everyone to accept. But He Ping's cue stick was wielded flawlessly, and he moved in and out of the crowd seven times. The number of people who lost their fighting ability and had to retreat kept increasing, but He Ping remained unscathed.

But just as He Ping was enjoying the fight, he suddenly paused, feeling a chill down his back. This feeling was very familiar to him. He immediately swung his cue stick to force the surrounding people back, then quickly turned to the other side, adopting a defensive stance. Because he sensed a killing intent!

[PS: Second update of the day!]

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