The Victory of Martial Arts!

The Victory of Martial Arts!

"You were right, bro, I was wrong. Please, don't..."

"Bang!"

"Wait, we're with the Razor Gang, you..."

"Bang!"

"Hey, can we make peace?"

"Bang!"

The Razor Gang members lay sprawled across the street like golf balls set out in place. Xue Jing carried a metal baseball bat as he walked up to them one by one. No matter what they said, he smashed each of their heads in with a single swing.

Before long, the only person still standing was the Crew Cut Youth.

Xue Jing slowly walked over to him. The metal baseball bat in his hand was covered in blood, its surface dented in several places from too many overly forceful strikes.

"I'm very curious," he said.

"As a harmless student, it's perfectly normal for me to visit a classmate's home. There's nothing suspicious about that, is there?"

"I never go looking for trouble. When there's a traffic jam, I don't drive onto the spacious sidewalk. When I eat food at a restaurant that isn't worth the price, I just grit my teeth and pay. When I run into little punks like you, I get so scared that I tuck my tail between my legs and take a detour every time."

"Not to mention, I've never even been to the South District before. There's no way I could have accidentally offended you."

"So why did you suddenly rush out to do something to me?"

Xue Jing's tone was not harsh. He sounded as casual as if he were chatting with a friend.

Yet the terror on the Crew Cut Youth's face deepened with every word. By the time Xue Jing finished, his legs gave out and he collapsed onto the ground, waving his hands frantically. "No, no, bro, that's not it. We were just passing by... Aah!!"

Before he could finish, Xue Jing swung the bat down on his ankle.

A crack rang out as the bone fractured, and the Crew Cut Youth's ankle bent into a grotesque angle.

"When someone asks you a question, answer honestly. Don't make pointless excuses. Didn't your teacher teach you that?"

"Y-Yes."

Cold sweat covered the Crew Cut Youth's face as he hurriedly said, "We're Brother Duan's men—Duan Kaiping from the Razor Gang. Brother Duan saw you walking alone on the street just now, wearing the Affiliated High School uniform, and he wanted to kidnap you and extort your family..."

Xue Jing gave the baseball bat in his hand a little shake. "Then where is this Brother Duan?"

"Brother Duan thought you were only a student and didn't need him to act personally, so he sent us to do it! He's waiting in a warehouse on the next street over!"

The Crew Cut Youth spoke at an incredible pace, terrified that displeasing Xue Jing in any way would earn him another swing.

"This Brother Duan is powerful?" Xue Jing asked.

"Brother Duan is a core member of the Razor Gang. He's qualified to tattoo 'Razor' over his heart... Through his connection to the gang leader, he got into the Golden Wind Dojo to train in martial arts. I've only seen him make a move once—he swung his bare hand and cut a can of cola in half, as if he were holding a razor!"

Xue Jing narrowed his eyes.

Golden Wind Dojo... Pei Youguang had mentioned it earlier. He had entered that dojo to study martial arts and learned "force."

If it allowed gang members who casually kidnapped and extorted people to train there, then it clearly was not a good place. No wonder it was located in the South District.

If he can cut through an aluminum cola can bare-handed, cutting through a throat would be effortless... His combat ability is no joke.

Xue Jing's gaze turned thoughtful.

After this incident, he and the Razor Gang were officially at odds. He had injured so many of them. Although the fault lay entirely with those damned bastards, he did not believe gangsters would reason with him.

Xue Jing first considered the possibility of silencing them, but immediately realized it was unrealistic.

Setting aside whether he could bring himself to do it, the commotion along the way had been far too great. Plenty of people had probably seen it. Ask any witness and follow the trail, and they could find their way back to him.

So there was no turning back.

After giving it some thought, Xue Jing asked, "Tell me about your Razor Gang in detail."

After a pause, he added, "How large is your territory? How strong are you exactly? How many core members like 'Brother Duan' do you have?"

The Crew Cut Youth froze for a moment, then chose his words carefully. "The Razor Gang is one of the seven gangs around the outskirts of the South District. Several nearby streets are our turf... There are dozens of core members like Brother Duan."

Xue Jing narrowed his eyes. "What is the relationship between your gang leader and the Golden Wind Dojo?"

"Our gang leader is a personal disciple of the Golden Wind Dojo Master..."

Xue Jing felt a headache coming on.

Just as he had expected, pulling up one radish brought up a whole clump of dirt. These local gangs had tangled connections everywhere. Offend one, and a whole chain of people would get involved.

After beating up the Razor Gang, was he supposed to beat up the Golden Wind Dojo too? And after the Golden Wind Dojo, what else would get dragged in? Wouldn't that be endless? Hey, could they make peace? But... it wasn't like there was no way to break the deadlock.

Xue Jing felt that he could borrow influence.

The Razor Gang had the Golden Wind Dojo behind it, but it was not the only dojo in Sunny City.

Dojos were businesses. Pay the money, become a disciple, and go in to train.

Xue Jing refused to believe that, with his unmatched talent and world-shaking intellect, whichever dojo he joined would not treat him with the utmost importance.

So the Razor Gang had people backing it and a lot of influence, huh? Then he would soon become just as influential!

He even thought of a cheeky move.

He could get ahead of them and pay to join the Golden Wind Dojo first!

Then, when the Razor Gang came to cause him trouble...

I admit your influence is formidable, but if I choose to join you directly, how will you deal with that?

Still, he had a terrible impression of both the Golden Wind Dojo and the Razor Gang. Unless he had no other choice, he did not want to do that.

A sense of urgency rose within Xue Jing.

Before this, he had not felt much pressure. Though he wanted to learn martial arts, he had not been in a hurry. Now, however, he had to find a way to earn enough money and enter a dojo as soon as possible.

"Thank you for the information," Xue Jing said to the Crew Cut Youth.

The latter immediately forced out a flattering smile. "You're welcome, bro. It's what I should do... So, could you let me go?"

Xue Jing nodded.

"Sure. I'll give you a chance."

After saying that, he looked around and picked up several conveniently sized stones from the ground nearby.

The Crew Cut Youth's PTSD flared up at the sight, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

"Run. I'll only count to ten."

Xue Jing tossed a stone in his hand.

"One."

"Huh? Bro, look at my foot..."

The Crew Cut Youth wore a miserable expression as he pointed at the foot Xue Jing had smashed with the bat.

"Two."

"Wait, wait, can you start counting over?"

"Three."

Gritting his teeth, the Crew Cut Youth endured the excruciating pain in his ankle and used the wall to pull himself up. He hopped toward the other side of the street.

"Four."

But with only one foot able to move, he simply could not go fast.

"Five."

The count drifted steadily from behind him like a death sentence. Panicked, he tried to speed up, only to trip and fall to the ground.

"Six."

He struggled back to his feet, but in his rush, he bumped his injured ankle and collapsed again from the pain.

"Seven."

He scrambled forward on all fours.

"Eight."

"Aahhhhh!"

He screamed in terror.

"Nine."

"Ten."

Xue Jing looked at the Crew Cut Youth, who had not even made it twenty meters, and threw a stone.

"Bang!"

The final headbursting sound of the night rang out.

Xue Jing looked over the "corpses" strewn all around him, then at the stone in his palm. He clenched it tightly and declared with a confident expression:

"It was the victory of martial arts!"

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