Chapter 62 – A Change in Handling Style

Lei Long and Xiao Chou’s faces instantly turned ashen with rage, their expressions shifting as swiftly and unpredictably as the profound art of Sichuan face-changing.

Xiao Jiang could no longer restrain himself and burst out cursing: “You’re the damn yellow dog! Your whole family are dogs!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he charged forward.

It could be said that Xiao Jiang was momentarily blinded by fury, acting without a second thought.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang wore his usual cold smirk, for he understood the mindset of the man before him all too well.

Those who are habitually arrogant often struggle to control their temper—once it erupts, it’s like an unstoppable volcanic cataclysm!

Thud!

As the impact came, Ye Kuang slowly lowered his right foot, his expression relaxed and at ease.

In contrast, Xiao Jiang had charged in swiftly but was sent flying back even faster!

Amid the chaotic scattering of chairs and tables, Xiao Jiang lay sprawled on the messy ground, his body curled up like a shrimp.

Only then did the surroundings erupt with excitement.

Several women shrieked, clearly captivated by the sudden turn of events.

Lei Long: “You dare strike, boy!”

Xiao Chou: “He won’t yield until he’s faced with utter defeat.”

As they spoke, both rose to their feet, visibly seething with anger.

To them, anyone who dared act under their very noses was nothing short of a provocation!

Ye Kuang: “Don’t spout nonsense with your eyes wide open. I didn’t throw the first blow—this is called self-defense. Do you even understand what that means?”

Lei Long paid no heed to such explanations.

Not only had Ye Kuang resorted to violence, but he also wore a look of contempt afterward, as if blatantly taunting them: “So what if I hit you?”

Lei Long: “You’re asking for death!”

With that, Lei Long snatched up a teacup and hurled it fiercely.

Simultaneously, Xiao Chou, who seemed to have no concept of martial honor, joined forces with Lei Long in a synchronized assault.

“Bring it on!” Ye Kuang suddenly laughed aloud, deftly evading the teacup. His hands came together like the gaping maw of a dragon, his aligned fingers sharp as dragon fangs.

But in the next instant, his claws transformed again, displaying a myriad of bewildering changes. In the blink of an eye, he had seized both fists coming straight at him.

His steely grip, combined with his Divine Martial strength, erupted with an unstoppable force once unleashed!

Roar, roar, roar!

Lei Long and Xiao Chou felt a bizarre power surge through them, their bodies thrown off balance.

Before they could react, Ye Kuang yanked them both toward him, hoisted them overhead, and flung them backward.

Immediately after, Ye Kuang’s feet shot out in rapid succession, landing two solid kicks!

Thud! Thud!

Crash…

The entire exchange between the four had lasted mere seconds, and the outcome had been decided with absurd speed.

Ye Kuang sprang up like a carp leaping from water, casually brushing off his sleeves as if he had just completed some trivial task.

Lei Long and the others, however, were not faring as well. Clutching their stomachs, they vomited sour fluid all over the ground, one after another following in Xiao Jiang’s footsteps.

By then, the onlookers were stunned, gaping in disbelief at the scene that had unfolded in an instant. A wave of astonished murmurs swept through the crowd.

“Is… is this kung fu?”

“That guy is incredible. To take on three and still come out on top—he’s too formidable!””The legendary martial arts are actually real? Good heavens, mighty and tragic, empowering our great Jiangnan!”

……

Ye Kuang listened to the exclamations around him, his old face flushing red. After all, he was still just a student, and it was difficult to remain expressionless in such a public setting.

Moreover, with everyone around him stirring up excitement, even someone as strong as him found it somewhat overwhelming.

“Such humiliation… utterly disgraceful! You’re dead!”

Just as Ye Kuang was lost in thought, Lei Long forcibly stood up and charged forward.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang was clearly surprised. How could his opponent still have strength left after taking such a heavy blow?

With this thought, he took a small step forward, advancing instead of retreating. His hands transformed into claws, striking repeatedly in a manner reminiscent of wildly thrashing dragon claws, once again firmly seizing Lei Long’s fist…

But that wasn’t all. As Ye Kuang closed in on his opponent, his right foot followed with a Flying Dragon Hook, striking Lei Long squarely in the face.

His movements were so fast and visually striking that it was hard for the eyes to keep up.

In the next moment, Lei Long collapsed limply to the ground, seemingly powerless to resist.

Thud!

But unexpectedly, a sharp pain suddenly shot through Ye Kuang’s back.

Amid the sound of a wooden chair shattering, Xiao Jiang stood with a fierce glare in his eyes, holding half a broken stool, and roared viciously: “Go to hell!”

Ye Kuang spun around, his gaze instantly turning icy cold.

If their previous conflicts had been due to competition, forcing them to determine a winner, the situation had now completely changed.

Xiao Jiang’s approach was so extreme that he actually intended to kill him.

Ye Kuang: “You’re playing for real?”

Xiao Jiang responded to the words by swinging the broken stool down toward Ye Kuang’s head.

Witnessing this, Ye Kuang finally erupted in rage.

If they had merely been exchanging blows with fists and feet, that would have been one thing. But now, Xiao Jiang’s methods were utterly ruthless.

This was something he could neither accept nor tolerate!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Ye Kuang suddenly opened his mouth wide and let out a dragon’s roar.

The piercing sound tore through the air, filled with his boundless fury, like a boiling sea of fire finding an outlet and pouring forth all at once.

A terrifying wave of energy surged uncontrollably, unstoppable in its intensity.

Bang! Bang! Bang…

In the blink of an eye, the ceiling lights shattered one after another. It seemed no glass object was spared!

At that moment, amid rising screams and the sounds of collisions, even as the venue plunged into darkness, it couldn’t suppress the vivid imaginations of the crowd.

Golden light flickered repeatedly, and countless dragon shadows soared through the air—the scene was utterly fantastical.

From areas invisible to the naked eye, agonized cries and roars suddenly erupted, a testament to the ferocity of Ye Kuang’s strikes.

Earlier, Xiao Jiang had not only threatened him but, even more detestable, had employed ruthless methods. If he let this guy off easily without teaching him a lesson, he would undoubtedly face endless troubles and worries in the future.

So Ye Kuang thought.

Thus, from the moment he struck, he had no intention of holding back.

In Ye Kuang’s mind, even if he couldn’t take their lives, he had to cripple the martial prowess of these three individuals before him.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Having resolved himself, Ye Kuang sharply brought two fingers together. As True Qi gathered, he launched a rapid series of strikes, moving with lightning speed to strike the Dantian of all three opponents.

Thump… Splurt…With several swift strikes, the figures of Lei Long and his two companions unexpectedly collapsed limply to the ground before everyone’s eyes.

The movements were so rapid and fluid, executed seamlessly in one breath, that it was truly dazzling to behold.

Yet Ye Kuang remained completely unfazed after accomplishing this feat!

He outright ignored the vicious curses hurled by the three before him, as if the matter held no significance whatsoever.

It could be said that from this moment on, the three had lost all qualification to practice martial arts, and henceforth they would no longer possess the capability to stand as Ye Kuang’s rivals.

His approach was such that when he did not act, nothing happened, but once he struck, it was like a thunderbolt.

This unmistakably signaled: a shift in his way of handling affairs.