Chapter 6

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The young boys from Tushou Village, who were watching, burst into uncontrollable laughter at Zhang Huzi's狼狈 (awkward and embarrassed) fall, with Xu Lei laughing the most maliciously.

Yang Junping also cheered, but not because of Zhang Huzi's embarrassment. Instead, he shouted, "We won! Big brother won! Fifty stone coins, two yellow jade fruits, we won!"

"This doesn't count, let's have a rematch!"

After all, they were just twelve or thirteen-year-old boys. The two yellow jade fruits and fifty stone coins were enough to make them regret and want to renege. Before Zhang Huzi could even get up from the ground, one of the four companions who came with him shouted loudly.

The others, hearing this, also began to clamor, shouting, "Fight again! Fight again!"

Yang Qianhai and Yang Baoliang immediately cursed, "You're breaking your word, how shameless!"

Yang Junping, the youngest, was the most agile. He quickly called out to the other village boys watching, "Look, look, Zhang Huzi and his friends treat their words like fart!"

Yang Junshan watched as Zhang Huzi got up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of mud and water, and looked at him with a face full of shame and anger.

"Zhang Huzi, what do you say?"

Everyone looked at Zhang Huzi as he stood up, but he shouted and lunged at Yang Junshan again, teeth bared and arms flailing.

Seeing Zhang Huzi about to attack, his four companions also rushed over, trying to use their numbers to overwhelm Yang Junshan and his three companions.

Yang Qianhai and Yang Baoliang immediately rolled up their sleeves to help, while Yang Junping, the youngest, was the most agile. He pulled out a slingshot from his pocket, picked up a stone from the ground, and shot it at the guy running in the lead.

At such a close distance, there was no way he could miss. The stone hit the guy's forehead, causing a purple bump to form, and he was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes.

Yang Qianhai took advantage of the situation and punched him. The guy cried out, "Ouch!" and fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose.

At that moment, another guy took the opportunity to bend down and charge forward, grabbing Yang Qianhai's waist, and the two of them rolled on the ground.

On the other side, Yang Baoliang was also fighting with another boy, while the guy who had been hit earlier, with blood and tears streaming down his face, was making "uh uh" sounds, unsure if he was crying or angry, and crawled toward Yang Junping.

Yang Junping, though small, was quick. Before the guy could reach him, he had already run far away, and shot another stone with his slingshot. However, this time the guy managed to dodge by rolling on the ground.

Seeing the fight in the threshing ground turn into a melee, the other village boys watching all cheered. Xu Lei, holding two money bags in his hands, shouted, "We don't care how they fight, but Zhang Huzi was clearly defeated by Yang Junshan, and everyone saw it. So these two money bags belong to Yang Junshan. I, Xu Lei, will keep them for now, and return them to Yang Junshan after the fight."

Although Xu Lei was unhappy with Zhang Huzi's hesitation earlier, he wouldn't help Yang Junshan at this moment. By keeping the money bags, he was already giving Yang Junshan face. After all, with one less person, Yang Junshan's side was at a disadvantage. If Zhang Huzi cheated, Xu Lei would have to face Zhang Huzi and his companions.

However, Xu Lei also had a few companions behind him, and his cultivation was even higher than Zhang Huzi's. He wasn't afraid, especially since after such a fight, Zhang Huzi and his companions wouldn't have much energy left even if they won.

Xu Lei's calculations were precise, but at this moment, Yang Junshan was facing Zhang Huzi and one of his companions in a joint fight.

These two had already tested their spirit acupoints and started cultivating. Besides Zhang Huzi, the other one was also the one with the highest cultivation.

Originally, Yang Junshan thought that with his past experience, he could easily handle these kids' fights.

However, Yang Junshan forgot that he himself was also just a twelve-year-old boy. Moreover, after entering the path of cultivation, people couldn't be judged by normal standards. Although Yang Junshan had immobilized Zhang Huzi's meridians with one move earlier, the spiritual energy in Zhang Huzi's body had also caused his fingers to ache. In the end, Yang Junshan's cultivation was far inferior to Zhang Huzi's.

Moreover, Yang Junshan was now facing two people. Although Zhang Huzi had been beaten earlier, he wasn't seriously injured. The only advantage was that Zhang Huzi seemed to have lost his reason, only knowing to charge and attack, trying to knock Yang Junshan down and beat him up.

Yang Junshan sidestepped Zhang Huzi's charge and used the momentum to push him away. Although Zhang Huzi managed to stabilize himself and not fall, he was still thrown three yards away. At the same time, the other companion took the opportunity to punch Yang Junshan in the back.

Yang Junshan tried to dodge, but the force from Zhang Huzi's body had slowed him down, and the punch hit his shoulder solidly.

Yang Junshan winced in pain. The companion had clearly started cultivating, though not as advanced as Zhang Huzi, who was almost about to awaken two spirit acupoints, but his strength was not inferior to Yang Junshan's. If not for Yang Junshan's toughened skin from practicing the Wild Ox Fist, he would have fallen.

Seeing Yang Junshan stagger back two steps, the companion immediately tried to grab him around the waist.

However, Yang Junshan seemed to have anticipated this. As he fell forward, he suddenly kicked backward, hitting the companion in the stomach.

The companion cried out and bent over, the pain making his face contort.

Yang Junshan didn't care about that. As Zhang Huzi was about to charge again, he quickly turned and used a move from the Wild Ox Fist, "Horn Swing," hitting the companion in the head. The companion fell to the ground without a sound.

Seeing Yang Junshan's ferocity, Zhang Huzi, still a young boy, hesitated.

Yang Junshan seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and used another move from the Wild Ox Fist, "Horn Charge," hitting Zhang Huzi in the chest. Zhang Huzi felt a闷 (stifling) pain in his chest and had trouble breathing. Yang Junshan followed up with a kick to Zhang Huzi's stomach, sending him flying backward and landing on his buttocks, howling in pain.

Yang Junshan quickly defeated two opponents who were stronger than him, especially the leader of the group, Zhang Huzi, who was now lying on the ground moaning. The other three companions were terrified and immediately shouted, "We give up, we give up, we admit defeat!"

Yang Qianhai and Yang Baoliang took advantage of the drop in the opponents' morale and quickly beat them up before stopping. On the other side, Yang Junping was still chasing and shooting with his slingshot, making the companion of Zhang Huzi almost cry. It wasn't until Yang Junshan came over that Yang Junping stopped.

Seeing Yang Junshan stop, the three companions hurriedly tried to help Zhang Huzi up, but Yang Junshan stopped them, saying, "Wait, hand over all the stone coins you have!"

The older companion's face changed, and he said, "Yang Junshan, we have a bet, and the money is with Xu Lei. You can take it from him!"

Yang Junshan chuckled, "The bet was between me and Zhang Huzi, and I already won it. But you tried to renege and gang up on us. Look at my two brothers, beaten up and bruised. How can we go to the doctor without your stone coins?"

Yang Junshan had noticed that the two yellow jade fruits and fifty stone coins were taken out by Zhang Huzi, but the previous thirty stone coins were still with his companions. Besides that, these five should have some loose stone coins on them.

Yang Junshan wanted the stone coins now. He needed to prepare for his trip to Baique Mountain, and every stone coin counted.

Yang Qianhai and Yang Baoliang, in perfect sync with Yang Junshan, immediately started moaning and groaning, holding their buttocks and saying they had stomachaches.

Zhang Huzi struggled to get up from the ground, still in excruciating pain, and shouted, "Yang Junshan, don't push us too far!"

Yang Junshan laughed, "You know about 'pushing too far.' Why didn't you say that when you were ganging up on us? No more talk, if you don't hand over the coins, we'll beat you up again!"

Zhang Huzi and his companions' faces changed. They saw Yang Qianhai and Yang Baoliang standing on either side of Yang Junshan, clearly ready to fight again.

Zhang Huzi felt his stomach hurting again and gritted his teeth, "Give them!"

Yang Junshan laughed, "That's more like it. Everyone, turn out your pockets and show me. Yes, you too, don't try to hide it!"

During the fight with Zhang Huzi, Yang Junshan had felt a hard object in his chest. He grabbed Zhang Huzi's shirt and reached into his inner pocket.

"What are you doing!" Zhang Huzi's face changed, and he tried to struggle, but Yang Junshan punched him in the stomach, making him bend over and cough violently. Yang Junshan then took out the object hidden in Zhang Huzi's inner pocket.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to have this!"

Yang Junshan pulled out a sheathed dagger from Zhang Huzi's inner pocket. The dagger, with its bronze handle, was about six inches long. He pulled the blade out, and a cold, sharp light burst forth, making even Yang Junshan shiver.

"Good dagger, this must be a hundred-refined cold light dagger!"

Yang Junshan was full of admiration. This was likely a treasure made by the blacksmith Zhang for his son. Although it wasn't a low-grade magical weapon, it could cut through iron like butter. Fortunately, this kid hadn't taken out the dagger earlier, or it would have been more difficult to beat him.