Hot-Blooded Thug

"Grandfather, Grandfather!"

"You're my grandfather!!!"

Brother Fei did not put up as much resistance as Huang Mao. He immediately chose to beg for mercy.

Fang Cheng released his grip, his expression calm as he let him collapse at his feet.

"Brother Cheng..."

Zhou Xiumei hurriedly hid beside Fang Cheng.

Her face was tense, filled with fear and astonishment.

Why had the usually refined Fang Cheng suddenly become so strong? He had actually subdued the arrogant thug with one hand.

"Brother Fei!"

The other two thugs came to their senses and quickly helped their boss, who was in unbearable pain, to his feet.

Brother Fei shakily climbed up from the ground, clutching his seemingly broken right hand. His gaze at Fang Cheng was filled with fear and fury.

"Fine, fine. You've got guts. Just you wait..."

His confidence was clearly lacking.

After throwing out a few harsh words, he put two fingers to his mouth and blew a sharp whistle.

As the whistle pierced the night sky, a clattering crash of tables and chairs toppling over suddenly came from the nearby food stalls.

Immediately afterward, a group of young men with dyed hair and earrings pushed through the crowd and ran over one after another, shouting:

"Boss, what happened?" "Brother Fei, which fool are we teaching a lesson this time?"

There were many of them, and they were aggressive. Each held a folding stool or beer bottle as a weapon.

When the surrounding others saw this, they immediately fled into the distance, afraid of getting dragged into trouble.

"Brother Cheng, they're all gangsters. Let's run!"

Zhou Xiumei nervously tugged at Fang Cheng's sleeve with both hands and quietly warned him.

"It's fine. Move farther back."

Fang Cheng took off his bag and handed it to Zhou Xiumei. He smiled at her.

"To tell you the truth, I've been practicing boxing at a boxing gym. Tonight is the perfect chance to test my skills on them!"

"But..."

Zhou Xiumei's eyes froze for a moment, and she instinctively accepted the bag.

By then, Fang Cheng had already taken long strides forward, taking the initiative to face the approaching thugs.

He raised his hands and kicked his legs, loosening his muscles and bones. After sweeping his gaze over them, he casually asked:

"Is everyone here?"

Aside from the three thugs already present, another eight or nine had gathered in front of him.

"Brat, who do you think you are? You think you can fight ten people at once?"

"Since you're so brave, don't blame us for outnumbering you. Everyone, get him!"

With all eyes on him, Brother Fei cared about saving face. He first said a few words for appearances, then waved his hand and ordered his men to charge.

He himself quickly retreated to a safe location so he would not be caught and beaten again.

Fang Cheng raised both fists and took a steady stance.

He showed no intention of taking down the leader first. Instead, he stared intently at the thug who had charged ahead and seemed the most courageous.

He pushed off with his foot, and his body shot forward like an arrow.

Smack!

Sprint Step, a Side Step Straight Punch. His fist tore through the air and slammed viciously into his opponent's nose.

The tremendous impact made the thug's head jolt. The pain robbed him of consciousness, and he fell straight backward.

Having KO'd an enemy cleanly the moment they exchanged blows, Fang Cheng did not relax in the slightest.

A faint sound of breaking air arose beside his ear. With a glance from his peripheral vision, he instantly took a step and launched a side kick.

Crash!

The beer bottle flew from the attacker's hand and shattered on the ground. The sneak attacker doubled over like a shrimp and collapsed onto his rear.

Fang Cheng did not pause. He followed with another rocking dodge, slipping past the punches of two other men closing in from both sides.

He then quickly retreated, widening the distance while adjusting his stance, trying to escape being surrounded.

But after only a few seconds of entanglement, he discovered that every opening around him had already been blocked.

These street thugs would not bother with any martial arts code. One after another, they took turns stepping forward to fight him alone.

What they were best at was street brawls where the side with more men overwhelmed the other.

Suddenly!

Another sound of breaking air came from behind his head, rapidly drawing near.

Fang Cheng had just dodged a thug's kick.

There was no time for him to evade again. He could only turn sideways and use his arm to block the folding stool being swung down at his head.

Smack!

The stool crashed into his arm muscles with a howling sound.

The dull impact made the onlookers' hearts tremble.

They all predicted that this handsome and refined-looking young man was in serious trouble!

Zhou Xiumei, standing to the side, felt her heart clench. Both hands twisted tightly into the corner of her clothes.

She unconsciously took several steps forward. She could think of nothing else and only wanted to help Fang Cheng.

However, the moment her feet moved, her eyes suddenly lit up, filled with surprise and delight.

Fang Cheng suddenly ducked low, enduring the punches and kicks of the others with his back while wrapping both arms tightly around the thug wielding the stool.

With a hip toss, he lifted his opponent clean off the ground, spun around in a 360-degree loop, and hurled him away.

The surrounding thugs were forced to retreat and scatter.

The unlucky man, however, was thrown more than three meters away and crashed straight into a barbecue stall.

The scorching charcoal fire ignited his clothes and caused stinging pain to his skin. He rolled around on the ground, shouting for help.

Several passersby nearby were caught up in it as well.

"Whew—"

Fang Cheng breathed slightly harder, calming the violent pounding of his heart caused by that sudden burst of strength.

The pain coming from his arms and back did not make him retreat.

Instead, it sent his blood surging and made him even more excited.

He twisted his neck, then began bouncing on the balls of his feet with small steps, adjusting his condition.

Clearly, he was not very satisfied with his performance in the earlier fight.

"This brat has learned martial arts. Don't give him a chance to catch his breath. Keep attacking!"

Having lost three main fighters in the blink of an eye, Brother Fei's expression shifted. He hid within the crowd, shouting and directing the fight.

Facing the thugs regrouping around him, Fang Cheng's gaze burned brightly as he muttered:

"Focus Skill, activate!"

In an instant, his gaze became tranquil, and his breathing steadied considerably.

The clamor of the surrounding onlookers and Zhou Xiumei's shouts rapidly faded from his ears and receded into the distance.

Only a group of snarling figures remained before him, resembling fierce dogs.

Apparently realizing the advantage of numbers, two thugs exchanged glances before shouting and charging in from both sides.

They tried to copy Fang Cheng's earlier hip toss, intending to restrict his movements and let their other brothers take the opportunity to attack.

But Fang Cheng gave them no chance.

He immediately raised his leg and thrust out his hips, using a backward leaning front kick to knock one of them over.

He then turned to deal with the other man, whose palm had already landed on his shoulder.

He seized the wrist and threw him backward, twisting his waist and exerting force in a single arm over shoulder throw.

The man flew straight over his head and crashed down, utterly dazed.

Having dealt with two men instantly, Fang Cheng reacted swiftly and caught another leg flying toward him.

Then, borrowing the momentum, he pulled. Without the slightest effort, he made the thug perform a big split on the ground, clutching his groin and wailing in pain.

After experiencing multiple real battles, Fang Cheng's combat experience had clearly improved.

This time, he changed his strategy and no longer pursued the effect of killing with one strike.

Instead, he used both hands to protect his vital points, relying on boxing's advantage in evasive footwork to move flexibly, fighting while retreating.

His main counterattacks were the various Sanda techniques he had just learned.

Front kick, side kick, high sweep, middle horizontal kick, low chop...

If someone forced their way into the inner ring, he would immediately use a wrist grab back throw, hook leg trip, and disengage after one strike, absolutely refusing to linger in battle.

During this, the thugs thrown through the air landed among the crowd, causing waves of commotion.

Fang Cheng had no time to worry about injuring innocent bystanders. His gaze was frighteningly calm.

After activating the Focus Skill, the only thing in his heart was battle.

The more he used the various techniques, the smoother they became.

He even unconsciously reduced the force of his attacks slightly, wanting to fight his enemies a little longer.

His appearance was less like someone engaged in a street brawl and more like someone in a boxing gym, conducting an offensive and defensive drill with a sparring partner.

Or perhaps he was repeatedly practicing his kicks and striking a punching post.

But the sparring partners before him were ultimately not durable enough. One after another, they fell.

Bang!

Fang Cheng spun around and lashed out with a whip kick, striking the last opponent still stubbornly standing.

The tall and burly thug swayed a few times like a pendulum before collapsing heavily to the ground.

At the same time, a piece of prompt information emerged before his eyes as expected.

You defeated a group of street thugs. Boxing Experience +45

Fang Cheng took deep breaths. His eyes shone as his agility returned.

Looking at the results of the battle, his expression revealed both satisfaction and a hint of disappointment.

Before he could think further,

the panel flickered. Another message appeared shortly afterward.

Congratulations. Through diligent practice, you have reached a level that inspires awe and successfully mastered a Combat Skill.