My Sturdy Leg Will Kick Your Crotch Apart [Please Collect]

Seeing Zhang Yang and Ning Rongrong, Ma Hongjun immediately pulled a long face. "Zhang Yang, you have to stand up for your brother! Look at how badly they beat me. Even my handsome face is all twisted up. How am I supposed to pick up girls now?!"

"Your face is swollen like that, and you're still thinking about girls?" Ning Rongrong's delicate brows furrowed. "Fatty, don't tell me you got beaten because you were fighting over a woman."

"What fighting over a woman? I clearly had my eye on that little sister first. That sleazy uncle was the shameless one."

It turned out that Ma Hongjun had discovered a pretty young girl at a brothel he often visited, only for her to be snatched away by a sleazy uncle who had suddenly appeared. Having been bullied right in front of him, he immediately threw hands.

But who would have thought that sleazy uncle was a four-ring Soul Elder? Not only was his Soul Power far above Ma Hongjun's, but he was also a Control System Soul Master who hard-countered Ma Hongjun.

Getting beaten was not even the end of it. That sleazy uncle named Bu Le had even gone after Ma Hongjun's inseparable little brother. Ma Hongjun got up to seek revenge, only to be beaten up again.

If not for Master's brutal training, which had greatly improved his Physical Fitness, Ma Hongjun probably would not even have had the strength to stagger over here.

After learning what had happened, Zhang Yang clenched his fists angrily. "Since he bullied Fatty, we obviously can't let this Bu Le off. Fatty, take me to him."

"Alright!" Fatty excitedly moved to drag Zhang Yang off to reclaim his dignity, but his movements were too large. The battered Fatty fell straight to the ground.

Ning Rongrong frowned and slapped Zhang Yang on the back. "What are you in such a hurry for? He's a regular at the brothel. Are you afraid he'll run away? The most urgent thing now is treating Fatty's injuries."

"Mm, Rongrong is right." Zhang Yang helped Ma Hongjun toward the nearest clinic while saying, "Fatty, don't worry. We'll treat your injuries first, then have a meal and fill our stomachs. No matter how badly we want revenge, we have to eat first."

Ma Hongjun was a true glutton. Hearing that there would be food, he nodded so quickly his head nearly left an afterimage. Unfortunately, the movement pulled at his injuries, making Fatty bare his teeth in pain again.

They found a Healing System Soul Master to cast a swelling-reduction and pain-relief healing spell on Fatty, then found a restaurant and ate. By the time the sun had completely set and the bright moon hung high in the sky, the three of them arrived at the brothel Fatty often visited.

The brothel was located in a corner of Suotuo City, in an extremely remote area. It was merely a row of single-story houses about three meters tall, with a somewhat dilapidated exterior. Pink lanterns hung outside, and beneath them, several older women of the trade in heavy makeup were doing their best to solicit customers.

Looking at the brothel before him, Zhang Yang frowned. "Fatty, you come to places like this every day? Just how undiscerning are you? I need to reconsider our friendship."

Ning Rongrong's little face also reddened, and the way she looked at Fatty carried a trace of hostility.

Far from feeling ashamed, Fatty looked rather proud. "The place may be shabby, but it's cheap! Big portions and guaranteed satisfaction. What more could you ask for?"

Zhang Yang looked heartbroken at his lack of ambition. "Can't you learn from Dai Laoda? Look at Dai Laoda's taste—young girls in their twenties, twins... You... sigh."

"Zhang Yang, learning from Dai Laoda takes money. Dai Laoda's taste is supported by his one-hundred-Gold-Soul-Coin Soul Elder allowance. How could an ordinary Soul Grandmaster like me afford that?" Ma Hongjun said helplessly.

Zhang Yang and Ma Hongjun went back and forth, arguing with each other, until Ning Rongrong's face beside them was nearly black.

"Enough! You two filthy men are really getting carried away, aren't you? Dead Fatty, hurry up and find that Bu Le!"

Once Ma Hongjun entered the row of houses, Ning Rongrong immediately reached out and grabbed Zhang Yang's ear, gritting her teeth. "Zhang Yang, I couldn't tell before. You even know what good taste is, huh?"

"Ow, ow, ow... Rongrong, let go! It's going to come off, it's going to come off!" Zhang Yang hurriedly begged for mercy. Only then did Ning Rongrong release him with an angry huff.

"Ow, Rongrong, don't be mad. I've never been to a place like this, and I've never done that sort of thing. I only know about it because I read a lot. And I only know about it, that's all. I'm very self-disciplined."

Discussing such matters in front of a girl who liked him meant he deserved to get his ear twisted. Cheering her up again was absolutely necessary.

"Hmph, those books can't be any good either." Ning Rongrong huffed, planting her hands on her hips and turning away.

Zhang Yang chuckled and placed both hands on Ning Rongrong's shoulders.

Still in a fit of anger, Ning Rongrong immediately shook her shoulders and threw off Zhang Yang's hands.

Zhang Yang put them back on. Ning Rongrong shook them off again. He put them back on, and she shook them off again.

After three rounds, Zhang Yang changed tactics. He directly wrapped both arms around Ning Rongrong's waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Feeling the warmth around her waist and hearing his heavy breathing by her ear, Ning Rongrong's pretty face flushed crimson, and even her body trembled slightly.

Under the faint pink glow of the brothel's lights, Ning Rongrong's profile became even more beautiful. Zhang Yang could not help himself and lightly kissed her cheek like a dragonfly touching water.

"Boom." Ning Rongrong felt as if her mind had exploded, and her consciousness went blank in an instant.

By the time Ning Rongrong came back to herself, Ma Hongjun had already run back in a hurry. "That guy hasn't left yet, but he's settling the bill. He'll probably come out soon."

As he spoke, Ma Hongjun looked at Zhang Yang. "Zhang Yang, once this great grudge is settled, I'll treat everyone to a good meal."

"Forget it. You should save your money to find yourself a playmate who's at least decent-looking." As Zhang Yang said this, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

At that moment, a Middle-aged Man in his forties emerged from the brothel. He was about one meter sixty tall, dark-skinned, and had an honest-looking face. His right hand was wrapped in bandages, and his clothes were sloppy and unkempt.

Ma Hongjun saw the man as well and said through gritted teeth, "That's him. Zhang Yang, shall we go?"

"Mm..." Zhang Yang slapped Ma Hongjun on the back. "Let's do this!"

With Zhang Yang's strength, even if he faced this four-ring Control System Soul Elder head-on, he definitely would not lose. After all, his first and second Soul Rings were simply too overpowered.

However, since the goal was to vent Ma Hongjun's anger, the best option was naturally to subdue him quickly and cleanly. If this fight ended early, Zhang Yang would still have time to head to the Great Soul Arena for another match.

Thus, Zhang Yang used his strongest attack right from the start.

Zhang Yang activated his Martial Soul and instantly underwent possession. His height surged to two and a half meters, his body expanded several times over, his muscles bulged, his veins stood out like twisted cords, and three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—pulsed up and down around him.

Sensing a powerful Soul Power Fluctuation behind him, the sleazy uncle Bu Le turned around. He immediately spotted Zhang Yang, as well as Ma Hongjun beside him.

The moment he saw Ma Hongjun, Bu Le understood everything. He grinned, showing his large front teeth. "Yo, isn't this that little brat from this morning? You got beaten up, then went home to tell the adults?"

Bu Le deliberately emphasized the word "little," clearly mocking Ma Hongjun.

"Bu Le, I'm making you pay back double for what I suffered at your hands this morning. Do you see my brother's Thousand-Year Soul Ring? In a moment, you'll learn just how powerful his Third Soul Ring is." Standing beside Zhang Yang, Ma Hongjun looked completely confident of victory.

"Make me pay it back? Hahaha! Little fatty, did I beat you stupid this morning? I'm a four-ring Soul Ancestor, and you brought a three-ring Soul Elder to avenge you?" As Bu Le spoke, he revealed his Martial Soul and Soul Rings, his attitude utterly arrogant.

"So what if he's a three-ring Soul Elder? He can still beat you until you're crawling around looking for your teeth." Ma Hongjun sneered.

Bu Le was amused by Ma Hongjun. Looks like I really did beat this brat stupid this morning. Does he not know how enormous the gap is between two Soul Masters who differ by one Soul Ring?

It was not merely one less Soul Ring skill. There was also the all-around gap in Soul Power and Physical Fitness.

Thinking of this, Bu Le laughed. "If that's the case, then I'll let you see just how great the difference is between a Soul Elder and a Soul Ancestor."

"But the instant you make a move, my sturdy leg will kick your crotch apart." As Zhang Yang spoke, both his legs began to emit a yellow glow.

This was the prelude to activating the Light Speed Body Technique.

"Kid, there's no way you're escaping today's beating. Yo, I didn't expect you to bring a chick along too..."

The rest of Bu Le's words were kicked straight back into his stomach by Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang was a man who kept his word. If he said he would kick your crotch apart, then he would kick your crotch apart. If he said it but failed to do it, that would violate his principles and show disrespect to his opponent.

So Zhang Yang's kick landed squarely between Bu Le's legs.

Bu Le was instantly sent flying. The intense pain in that moment caused him to pass out on the spot.

"Go to hell! Disgusting scum, human trash." Ning Rongrong, standing beside Ma Hongjun, angrily turned and left, the disgust between her brows completely undisguised.

"Hey, Rongrong, don't walk so fast." Seeing Ning Rongrong stomp away in anger, Zhang Yang hurriedly raised his foot and followed up with another Light Speed Stomp between Bu Le's legs before quickly chasing after her.

Ma Hongjun did not follow them. He knew that Zhang Yang needed to comfort Ning Rongrong now, and he would definitely dump all the blame on Ma Hongjun. Wouldn't following them just make Zhang Yang awkward?

Besides, once Zhang Yang had cheered Ning Rongrong up, the two of them would definitely get all lovey-dovey. If he followed them, he would become a third wheel. Only someone utterly lacking in tact would do something like that.

And besides, something even more fun was clearly waiting for him here.

Thus, while Zhang Yang dumped the blame on Ma Hongjun and soothed Ning Rongrong, with the two of them being all lovey-dovey, Ma Hongjun started a forest fire and burned to death a hen that was sitting in its nest incubating eggs.

That hen was truly pitiful. It was burned into charcoal, and as for the two eggs in its nest, they were naturally cooked through as well.