The young boy had recovered by then.
Being hurt by Su Hao had sent him into a towering rage.
He took two steps back and struck a stance, performing several sets of routine punches on the spot. After warming up, he shouted, "Yah-hey!" and charged at Su Hao. Though he did not understand why Su Hao had suddenly become so fierce, once he unleashed the Feng Family Eighteen Style Fist, no matter who it was, he would beat them flat on the ground.
The young boy threw a punch, and it actually carried the roar of a tiger.
Su Hao narrowed his eyes and immediately judged that there was something to this punch. He thought to himself, The Martial World? There seems to be something else contained in that fist. With this body of mine, I probably can't take even one hit.
With that thought, Su Hao shifted slightly aside, extended the middle finger of his right hand, and jabbed it into the young boy's armpit beneath his punching arm.
"Aow—"
With another scream, the young boy clutched his badly struck armpit and sprang high into the air.
What did it feel like to get jabbed hard in the armpit? It probably was not as bad as getting hit in the crotch! But judging by the young boy's half-dead expression, it clearly did not feel good either!
Without saying a word, Su Hao walked past the young boy and his servant, continuing onward.
For the moment, the young boy actually did not dare step forward. He could only watch helplessly as Su Hao left.
After that, Su Hao encountered nothing else strange. He walked and observed as he went.
The courtyard was enormous. It was clearly the residence of a large family. Including the gardeners, there were over fifty people