Crushing Dominance

Hua Qiang narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing through them.

Then he smiled.

Teach me how to behave? The hell makes you qualified?

Hua Qiang did not waste another word. If someone had ridden roughshod over his head and he still did not strike back, then he would not be Hua Qiang.

He lunged forward and instantly arrived before Huang You, raising his hand and slapping him across the face.

"Your mouth reeks too badly. I'll straighten you out!"

A resounding slap echoed through the entire hall.

Everyone fell silent. Not a single person made a sound.

All eyes stared blankly at the young man, who remained calm and unruffled, as though nothing had happened.

Huang You covered his face with one hand. His swollen cheek told everyone exactly what had just occurred.

"How could you be so fast?"

"Y-you... what realm are you?"

Huang You stared at Hua Qiang in disbelief, at this harmless-looking youth.

His expression was calm and placid, as though he had not been the one responsible for what had just happened, as though it had nothing to do with him.

"You were going to teach me how to behave?"

Hua Qiang repeated the question and backhanded Huang You again.

Huang You could not react at all, much less dodge. His other cheek swelled up just as badly.

Hua Qiang examined both sides, nodded, then shook his head.

Though both sides were swollen, they were not symmetrical.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Another string of slaps rained down.

Huang You's head buzzed. He stood there blankly, not knowing how to move, nor how to fight back.

He had fallen into extreme terror.

It was as though he was not facing a youth, but a primordial beast. He could not summon even the slightest thought of resistance.

Now, he only hoped the other party would merely slap his face rather than take his life.

Perhaps Hua Qiang had grown tired of slapping him. He kicked Huang You more than twenty meters away, sending him crashing heavily into the wall behind him.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of bones shattering came from Huang You's body.

That burly, robust body slid to the ground like a limp noodle, unable to move.

After doing all that, Hua Qiang looked at Lai Pinggao as if nothing had happened.

"Um... you're called Mangy Dog, right?"

"I won the second round, didn't I?"

"We're tied one to one now. Let's begin the third round!"

"Call out that so-called trump card of yours!"

Lai Pinggao felt his eyelids twitch wildly, panic flooding his heart.

How could this young man be so powerful?

The expert he had relied upon was beaten without the slightest ability to resist.

Though he was panicked and afraid, he did not believe this man could be a match for his nephew. His nephew was now a Martial Master!

He hurriedly picked up his phone and made a call.

Before long, a somewhat impatient voice came from within. "Stop calling. I'm already at the entrance."

Lai Pinggao put away his phone, then looked at Hua Qiang with a vicious grin.

"Don't think you have victory in the bag just because you beat Huang You. Let me tell you, my third-round fighter is a Martial Master-level expert. No matter how strong you are, you cannot possibly be his match."

"Kid, this matter originally had nothing to do with you. Admit defeat and step aside!"

"I can choose not to pursue your earlier offenses."

"Hehe, you sound so lacking in confidence. I preferred your earlier arrogant look. How about... you keep it up?"

"Keep it up until the so-called expert you hired knocks me down, or I knock him flat?"

The more relaxed and unconcerned Hua Qiang appeared, the less confidence Lai Pinggao had. The panic in his heart even continued to mount.

This young man did not seem like some brainless reckless fool. Therefore, he must have something to rely on.

Thud, thud, thud. A series of footsteps came from outside the door.

A young man of twenty-five or twenty-six, medium in build and somewhat lecherous in appearance, walked in from outside.

"Uncle, are your men all freeloaders? They can't even handle such a small matter and have to make me come out?"

"Don't you know I'm busy? I'm worth tens of thousands per minute!"

"You've delayed me for so long. You'll have to compensate me later."

"Otherwise, I'll tell Grandma!"

"Alright, alright, Dingshan. Didn't your uncle run into a tough one? Otherwise, I wouldn't have needed you to make a move."

"Once your uncle takes over this martial arts school, I'll give you half the shares. Is that good enough?"

Hahahahaha!

"Uncle, we're family. Don't talk like strangers. Who are you and I to each other? Do I look like that kind of person?"

"I just like hearing Uncle talk!"

"Who blocked your path to fortune? Let your nephew take care of him for you!"

"Dingshan, this person is rather strange. Be careful. Don't fall into his trap."

Lai Dingshan swept his triangular eyes over Hua Qiang and did not take him too seriously. He was simply too young—how strong could he possibly be?

Hua Qiang did not move at this moment, nor did he reveal any aura, so naturally Lai Dingshan could not sense anything from him.

Otherwise, even if it killed him, he would not dare look down on Hua Qiang. He might even drop to his knees and beg for mercy on the spot.

Lai Dingshan's gaze swept over Ye Bingxue, and his eyes immediately lit up as a fiery heat rose in his heart.

He looked at Ye Bingxue and revealed a smile he believed was quite handsome.

"Beauty, meeting you here is truly my, Lai Dingshan's, honor. Looks like we're fated. Later, I'll take you out for a meal, then we can talk about our ideals in life. How about it?"

Lai Dingshan had already looked lecherous to begin with, but now he appeared even more lascivious.

Ye Bingxue's expression immediately turned cold. "You shameless rake, you dare set your sights on me? Are you looking to die?"

With Hua Qiang here, she was full of confidence, and her words were sharp as blades.

"Oho, beauty, you've got quite the fiery temper. I like this icy, aloof style!"

"I like your fucking mother!" Hua Qiang flashed forward and reached out to seize Lai Dingshan by the throat.

"You looked down on me, and I didn't bother arguing with you. But you actually dared set your sights on my woman? You really don't know whether you're alive or dead!"

Hua Qiang raised his hand and began wildly slapping Lai Dingshan.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The barrage of slaps made the onlookers unable to bear watching.

"Let go of me! Do you know who I am? You dare hit me? Do you want to die? Do you know who my father is?" Lai Dingshan struggled and shouted.

Hua Qiang slapped him as he spoke. "What the fuck does who you are have to do with me? How the fuck would I know who you are?"

"You should ask your mom that question. Only she knows best."

"As for who your father is? You should ask your grandma. I think your grandma has the most say in that!"

"You... fuck... you dare humiliate me? You're courting death!"

Lai Dingshan was gripped by the throat, unable to move. Coupled with the flurry of slaps, even speaking had become difficult for him.

The exchange between the two made the people in the hall struggle not to laugh, their expressions turning wonderfully varied.

Many people held back their laughter until their faces turned red, though their shoulders still trembled.

They did not dare laugh, because they could not afford to offend this man. He was a Martial Master!

He would settle the score afterward!

Yet there were two exceptions in the crowd: Ye Bingxue and Diao Xiaobai.

The girl and the sable completely lost it, unable to stop themselves from giggling.

How could old brother's mouth be so vicious? Still, it was so satisfying to hear.

Diao Xiaobai, meanwhile, cried out repeatedly in her heart that she had learned something new.

So this was how one could insult someone. If anyone asked her such a question in the future, she could pull out this answer and repeat it word for word.

"Stop, stop hitting him! We admit defeat!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Lai Pinggao immediately gave in.

His nephew was the family's precious treasure. If he went home after his nephew had been brutally beaten like this, mom would definitely give him a vicious lesson.

Eldest Brother would not let him off easily either.

He was the one who had dragged his nephew into this quagmire. How could he possibly escape responsibility when his nephew had been humiliated?

Moreover, he now knew that he had provoked someone he could not afford to provoke.

His nephew, a Martial Master Realm expert, was like a baby who had just learned to walk in the other party's hands, facing a colossal giant.

They were not on the same level at all!

Provoking someone like this would bring disaster upon the Lineage.

All he could do now was pray that this person was not too devilish and would not kill him. Otherwise, he would be finished.

As for the wager, he did not consider it at all.

It was only a plot of land. If he lost it, then so be it. As for the Zhenxing Martial Arts School, how could he possibly dare set his sights on it anymore?