The handsome young man shivered, withdrew his foot from the older woman, and kicked towards Chu Yang's face.
As Chu Yang gripped his ankle, he raised his elbow and thrust it forward against the incoming kick.
With the enhancement of formidable power, Chu Yang's elbow was not much different from a battering ram. The moment the handsome young man kicked it, there was a crack, and his entire foot suddenly lost all sensation.
The excruciating pain instantly turned the handsome young man into a pale-faced individual; not only did his complexion turn ashen, but even his breathing became rapid.
Chu Yang smiled, and forcefully slammed him to the ground, making the pale-faced man instantly feel the world spinning.
This person acted with extreme ruthlessness, and given Chu Yang's temperament, he would certainly teach him a good lesson.
Just as the pale-faced man was about to hit the ground, two figures burst out from the crowd: one was a Lama dressed in a red robe and kasaya, and the other was an old man with white hair.
The Lama used his cymbals to strike at Chu Yang's wrist, which was gripping the pale-faced man, while the old man, bare-handed, shot several strangely shaped nails directly at Chu Yang's vital chest area.
Both attacked the opening Chu Yang exposed simultaneously, intending to force Chu Yang back and rescue the pale-faced man.
"Be careful!"
The girl on the stage, after seeing Chu Yang's face, remembered what happened at the Dumplings stall last night and couldn't help but call out a warning.
What she didn't expect was that this young man, dressed as a scholar, showed no intention of retreating. Faced with the sneak attack, he still chose to ruthlessly smash the person in his hand onto the ground!
Thud!!!
The pale-faced man spat out a large mouthful of blood, so much in pain that he nearly fainted!
What a ruthless person!
A chill ran through the hearts of everyone present.
At the same time, both the cymbals and the nails struck Chu Yang's body.
This scholar is dead for sure!
This thought subconsciously popped into the girl's mind.
Not just her, but everyone else present had the same thought.
However, the moment the cymbals struck Chu Yang's wrist, the Lama's expression changed.
From the feedback of the cymbals, he felt as if he hadn't struck a human body, but rather a piece of extremely hard diamond.
That strike made his entire right arm go numb.
Under the protection of Armament Haki, the nails that struck Chu Yang's chest bounced off like they had hit a steel plate, clinking and clanking as they fell to the ground.
"Not good, he's a master of external martial arts!"
The Lama's pupils sharply contracted, and he shouted a warning to his companion.
He was about to retreat when his gaze happened to meet Chu Yang's.
The coldness in Chu Yang's eyes was like a biting wind, blowing into the Lama's bones and making his hair stand on end.
Chu Yang extended his other hand and pressed it onto the cymbals, kneading them.
The cymbals, crafted with fine steel, were like straw paper, crushed by Chu Yang's bare hands into a crumpled mess, encasing the Lama's hand and rendering him unable to move!
The Lama's eyes widened in fright, an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
He had roamed the pugilistic world for decades, yet this was the first time he had seen someone capable of crushing fine steel into scrap metal with bare hands.
The old man, who was standing by and had intended to help, immediately stopped in his tracks upon seeing this, leaving a long skid mark on the ground.
87. Chapter 87: Dimensionality Reduction Strike in the Wuxia World
87.
"My Little Prince is still young and inevitably a bit mischievous. If he has offended Your Excellency, I apologize on his behalf. I implore Your Excellency to show mercy where it is due."
The Lama reacted quickly. Upon realizing that the enemy was insurmountable, he immediately yielded.
Fear was still fear.
But the Lama knew very well that if anything happened to the Little Prince here, he and Liang Ziweng would be the first to be finished.
He clasped his hands in greeting, but his two hands were like Doraemon's, their strange appearance making the onlookers unable to help but laugh aloud.
Little Prince?
Chu Yang glanced at the old man named Liang Ziweng beside him, and suddenly thought of something, asking, "Are you Lingzhi Shangren?"
The Lama's face lit up with joy, and he hastily replied, "That is precisely me!"
"This person on the ground is Wan Yan Kang, the Little Prince from the Zhao Wang Residence, the only son of Zhao Wang Wan Yan Honglie. Since Your Excellency knows my name, you should also know Zhao Wang."
Chu Yang smiled and nodded, saying, "So it's Zhao Wang, what a coincidence, I was just planning to visit..."
Lingzhi Shangren and Liang Ziweng exchanged smiles, both seeing the joy in each other's eyes.
Although the Little Prince was injured, they had brought back an exceptionally powerful master of external martial arts on this trip. They thought that given Zhao Wang's magnanimity, not only would he not punish them, but he might even reward them both.
Liang Ziweng cupped his hands and smiled, "This is truly a case of a flood washing away the Dragon King's temple, a family not recognizing its own. After all this, it turns out Your Excellency also wishes to serve Zhao Wang and contribute to the Great Jin Kingdom."
Wan Yan Kang, lying on the ground, let out a sigh of relief. He had almost thought he was going to die here.
Before he could relax for long, Chu Yang's next words made his heart jump to his throat.
"Old man, you seem to have misunderstood. I'm going to the Zhao Wang Residence because my friend was abducted to your Zhao Wang Residence. I'm here to demand his return."
Chu Yang sneered, "You two go back and inform Wan Yan Honglie to bring my friend over, otherwise, he might not have any descendants today."
Wan Yan Kang trembled with fright.
Liang Ziweng quickly helped the injured Wan Yan Kang up. Lingzhi Shangren hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and chose to stand in front of them, protecting them.
"May I ask your friend's esteemed name? Once I return to the Residence, I will certainly bring your friend out unharmed."
Wan Yan Kang's face was pale, and the strength in his voice was much weaker than before.
Chu Yang glanced at him and said, "My friend's surname is Huang, and he's a little beggar."
Upon hearing this, Wan Yan Kang and the others exchanged bewildered glances, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
A little beggar?
How could the dignified Zhao Wang Residence abduct a beggar?
Wan Yan Kang forced an awkward smile, "Your Excellency, are you perhaps making fun of us..."
Chu Yang replied with a half-smile, "If I really wanted to have fun, wouldn't it be more fun to hang the three of you from a tree for a few days and nights?"
Lingzhi Shangren and Liang Ziweng instantly shivered. Chu Yang's tone did not sound like a joke.
Wan Yan Kang took a deep breath, cupped his fists, and said, "Please wait a moment, Your Excellency. After I return, I will search every inch of the ground and bring your friend before you."
Chu Yang shook his head, "I didn't say you could leave."
Wan Yan Kang's smiling face instantly froze, and the atmosphere became awkward.
Wan Yan Kang, Lingzhi Shangren, and Liang Ziweng slowly moved their steps, forming a triangular formation, seemingly intending to make a last stand.
Suddenly.
A cacophony of sounds erupted around them, followed by synchronized footsteps that made the ground tremble slightly.
The common folk who had been watching the commotion quickly moved to the sides of the road, leaving a wide path.
An army approached from not far away. In the center of the formation was a magnificent red sedan chair, which soon stopped in front of Wan Yan Kang and his entourage.
"Kang'er, what are you doing?"
A woman's voice, soft and sweet, with the distinct characteristics of a Jiangnan woman, came from inside the sedan chair.
Wan Yan Kang slowly walked to the sedan chair and softly complained in a wronged tone that he had been bullied, hoping to use the army to deal with Chu Yang.
The woman in the sedan chair was Bao Xiruo, Wan Yan Kang's birth mother.
She was well aware of Wan Yan Kang's nature and knew that he was most likely the cause of the trouble, so no matter what Wan Yan Kang said, she did not agree.
Bao Xiruo had always harbored a sense of aversion towards her status as a princess, let alone using the Jin army to bully others; this had already crossed her bottom line.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade his mother, Wan Yan Kang abandoned the idea of using the army, but the army's appearance still gave Wan Yan Kang considerable confidence.
His attitude towards Chu Yang was completely different from before, reverting to his usual arrogance. He sneered, "Just now, I respected your martial arts, and out of appreciation for talent, I was so polite to you. But you are ungrateful and so arrogant."
"Now I'll give you two choices: either get lost immediately, or wait to be escorted back to the Residence!"
Chu Yang stared at Wan Yan Kang with an expression of looking at an imbecile, and said, "I'm a rather petty person. I'll only give you one choice: stay here obediently and have someone bring my friend over."
Wan Yan Kang narrowed his eyes, and a murderous intent gradually appeared in them.
Bao Xiruo in the sedan chair heard their conversation and quickly called out to Wan Yan Kang.
Once he came closer, she quietly inquired about the full story.
Wan Yan Kang had no choice but to explain why Chu Yang was blocking him.
Bao Xiruo was also puzzled after hearing it. How could such a large Residence abduct a small beggar?
Bao Xiruo hesitated and said, "Kang'er, that person is probably coming for you..."
Wan Yan Kang noticed his mother's change of mind and instantly became excited, quickly saying, "That person, relying on his formidable martial arts, wants to take me hostage. He most likely intends to use me to threaten Father King. What beggar friend? It's all made up!"
"Such a scoundrel must be captured and handed over to Father King for disposal!"
Bao Xiruo gently lifted the curtain and looked at Chu Yang, dressed as a scholar. After a slight hesitation, she nodded and said, "You may apprehend him, but by no means harm his life. We will determine the right and wrong once we return to the Residence."
Wan Yan Kang was somewhat displeased but still promised his mother not to harm Chu Yang's life. He knew his mother was kind-hearted.
After receiving Bao Xiruo's consent, Wan Yan Kang gave a look to the guard captain on the side. The latter understood immediately and, without a word, led a large contingent of soldiers to surround Chu Yang.
The surrounding common folk, seeing this formation, immediately scattered like birds and beasts, fearing being caught in the crossfire.
The bald Monk who had been shouting "Who else?" on the stage was also greatly frightened and fled in a flash.
Mu Nianci, dressed in red, didn't even glance at him; she had been staring at Chu Yang since earlier.
"Father, you were right, that seemingly gentle scholar really is a master!"
Mu Nianci exclaimed:
"He actually crushed the Great Lama's cymbals with his bare hands."