Beating Up Zhao Tiezhu

"You said that just now?"

Zhao Tiezhu sneered. He found it strange that Yi Yun had survived jumping from a canyon several dozen feet high. He didn't believe anyone could be so lucky and just thought that Yi Yun had probably used a trick to fool the strong men who were refining their bones.

Zhao Tiezhu originally thought that today a warrior with some skill would come to provoke him, and he could simply kill the opponent with overwhelming strength. However, he did not expect that it would be Yi Yun, such a little monkey, who appeared here.

In this way, establishing authority becomes impossible; how can killing a tiny monkey that only reaches one's chest possibly establish authority?

Now Zhao Tiezhu is thinking about how to torture Yi Yun to death, using the methods that will make Yi Yun suffer and fear the most.

"Of course I said it, isn't that obvious?" Yi Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his expression clearly conveying, "You really want to ask such a stupid question?"

"Ha!" Zhao Tiezhu looked at Yi Yun like he was an idiot. He couldn't understand whether this kid had gotten his head stuck in a door. At this moment, didn't he foresee what fate awaited him? "You little beast, you've offended me today. You're dead. You'd better kneel down and kowtow to me a hundred times, then crawl between my legs. Are you going to do it yourself, or should I force you to the ground?"

Zhao Tiezhu grinned maliciously, while Yi Yun looked at Zhao Tiezhu with the same disdainful gaze, as if he were an idiot. "I'm here today to secure a spot, not to listen to your nonsense."

When Yi Yun said this, the entire audience was stunned.

People are only now realizing that Yi Yun stepped onto the stage today not to deliberately annoy or upset Zhao Tiezhu, but to stand on this stage and fight Zhao Tiezhu to win a spot in the Divine Kingdom Grand Selection!

Good heavens, with his small frame, is he crazy?

He had only practiced kung fu for a month and was no more than twelve years old. How could he possibly compare to Zhao Tiezhu?

"Brother Yi Yun..."

Amidst the crowd, Zhou Xiaoke's heart clenched. Did Brother Yi Yun know just how powerful Zhao Tiezhu was?

To the common people of the Lian Clan, the Warrior Reserve Camp were like a pack of tigers and wolves; ordinary people were no match for them, let alone Yi Yun, who was just a child.

"Hahaha!" Zhao Tiezhu laughed, laughing so hard he almost fell over, as if it were the funniest joke he had ever heard. "You little beast, are you crazy? You don't actually think that just because you learned a bit of kung fu from Lord Zhang, you can defeat me and represent the Lian Clan in the Divine Kingdom Grand Selection, do you?"

When Zhao Tiezhu said this, the Warrior Reserve Camp burst into laughter.

"Brother Zhao, don't waste your breath on this kid. He's a complete idiot. He just got lucky and was Lord Zhang, and now he thinks he's invincible!"

Many people joined in the shouting, when a harsh female voice rang out. "Brother Tiezhu, break this kid's legs and hang him up!"

The one who spoke was Lian Cuihua; her voice was shrill and piercing, how could Yi Yun forget it?

The person who led the villagers to surround Jiang Xiaorou with cow dung was Lian Cuihua.

Yi Yun sneered and gave Lian Cuihua a deep look.

"What are you looking at, you little beast? You think you can look at me like that? Look again and I'll gouge your thieving eyes out!" Lian Cuihua said arrogantly. "Brother Tiezhu, kill this little beast!"

Lian Cuihua spoke, she even gave Zhao Tiezhu a flirtatious wink.

Zhao Tiezhu was clearly pleased with the flirtatious look. He laughed loudly and said, "Kid, it seems your illness has really messed up your brain. You, a lowly servant, a mud-legged peasant, want to participate in the Divine Kingdom Grand Selection? Today, I'll twist your head off and use it as a chamber pot!"

As Zhao Tiezhu spoke, he rushed straight towards Yi Yun.

With a mocking smile on his face, he stretched out two large, iron-like hands and grabbed at Yi Yun's head. He wasn't just saying it casually; he really wanted to twist Yi Yun's head off!

Zhao Tiezhu was incredibly strong; no ordinary child could withstand his strength.

Yi Yun didn't move. He simply stood still, stretched out his hands, and grabbed at Zhao Tiezhu, using the same move as Zhao Tiezhu!

Yi Yun's hands and Zhao Tiezhu's large hands were completely disproportionate!

When Zhao Tiezhu saw that Yi Yun, this idiot, dared to reach out his hand, he sneered and reached for Yi Yun's hand as well. He changed his mind and wanted to crush Yi Yun's hand first!

Four hands interlocked, and then, a crisp "snap" was heard!

Zhao Tiezhu's expression froze!

His lips twitched as he stared in disbelief at Yi Yun's hands and his own. In Yi Yun's small hands, his two large hands were a bloody mess, with blood dripping continuously. Except for the thumbs, the other eight fingers were twisted at an eerie angle and completely broken.

His hand was actually crushed by Yi Yun!

Ah!

A heart-wrenching scream rang out from Zhao Tiezhu's mouth!

Yi Yun glanced coldly at Zhao Tiezhu. "You just called me a lowly slave? In this world, the weak are slaves, and the strong are respected. Whoever is stronger rules everything. Today I'll tell you who the lowly slave is."

As Yi Yun spoke, he stepped forward and delivered a simple knee strike to Zhao Tiezhu's chest.

"Peng"

With a muffled thud, Zhao Tiezhu's burly body was sent flying like a broken sack by Yi Yun's knee. His sternum caved in, and countless ribs were broken.

He fell heavily to the ground, blood streaming from his mouth, his whole body convulsing, like a dog with a broken spine.

Everyone was stunned by what happened so suddenly.

People's expressions remained frozen, unchanged from just seconds before.

What... happened?

Yi Yun crushed Zhao Tiezhu's hand and sent him flying with a knee strike!

Yi Yun's slender body contrasted sharply with Zhao Tiezhu's burly physique at this moment, creating an incredibly strong visual impact!

Am I dreaming?

Lian Chengyu, who had been sitting steadily in the animal-skin chair, suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed intently on Yi Yun!

Yi Yun, a servant who gathered herbs, was a beggar who often went hungry. In the Lian Clan, he was the kind of person whose death would go unnoticed.

He actually crippled Zhao Tiezhu in a single exchange!

Where did he learn his martial arts skills?

Could it be that he learned martial arts from Zhang Yuxian in just one month and defeated Zhao Tiezhu?!

How is that possible!?

Lian Chengyu clenched her fists so tightly that her fingernails almost pierced her palms.

The entire place remained silent for a good dozen breaths; no one made a sound, and no one had recovered from the shock.

Even Zhou Xiaoke, who had been worried about Yi Yun, stared wide-eyed in complete astonishment. Was this really true? The fierce-looking Zhao Tiezhu, who looked like an iron tower, had actually been defeated by Brother Yi Yun!

Yi Yun withdrew his fist and casually straightened his tattered clothes.

This was Yi Yun's first act of violence.

Previously, Yi Yun's fists would land on hard rocks, causing pain to his hands. Today, however, his blows landed on people, a mixture of softness and hardness. This time, Yi Yun directly crippled someone, yet he didn't feel any sense of disbelief. Perhaps it was because he had become accustomed to the survival rules of this wild Great Wilderness world after transmigrating here.

He knew very well that if he were to remain a compassionate and virtuous monk here, he would eventually be devoured, leaving not even bones behind.

Yi Yun gently flexed his fingers, then turned to look at Lian Cuihua.

"You just said you wanted to break my legs, hang me up, and gouge out my eyes?"

As Yi Yun spoke, he slowly walked towards Lian Cuihua.