Yu Xiaogang, You Judge People So Well

"Don't worry, he won't die."

Shang An's fists and kicks now carried the force of ten thousand jin. If he had not held back somewhat, Tang San would have been dead or crippled. Of course, it was even more likely that some expert would save him, or that by sheer coincidence, some strange meridian of his would be opened.

Therefore, Shang An would not kill Tang San before his fate had reached its lowest point. That would only be a waste of effort. Given Shang An's nature, either he did not act at all, or if he did, he would be certain he could kill the other person.

"How can your heart be so vicious? How could you strike so heavily?"

Yu Xiaogang carefully helped Tang San, who was still coughing up blood, to his feet. Then he pointed at Shang An and spoke with an angry expression.

Vicious? Yu Xiaogang nearly made Shang An laugh. Yu Xiaogang, you really did judge people well.

Slap!

Without Shang An appearing to make any movement, Yu Xiaogang was slapped hard across the face from a distance. He crashed face-first onto the ground, spitting out two teeth. Whether they were ivory teeth or not was anyone's guess.

This was a martial arts technique called the Pikong Divine Palm, which Shang An had learned by chance. Though its name sounded impressive, it was actually rather useless. Its damage was low, and it was not even as effective as slapping someone directly. Still, it was quite useful for bullying the weak and showing off.

Shang An was not used to listening to enemies prattle on, unless he had some special purpose. He preferred to knock them down, step on their heads, and educate them properly.

"Since he dared attack me, he should have been prepared to be beaten. As for you, how dare a piece of trash point fingers at me?"

"Y-you, you..."

Over the years, relying on his identity as "Grandmaster," everyone had treated him politely. Even the Nuoding City city lord had shown him great respect after "inadvertently" learning that he was a descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. When had he ever been treated like this?

Unfortunately, his identity was nothing but a joke to Shang An.

"Hmph. Trash will always be trash."

"I'm not trash, I'm—"

Slap!

Before he could finish, Shang An sent him flying with another slap. One slap mark sat on each cheek, perfectly symmetrical.

Yu Xiaogang covered both cheeks and glared resentfully at Shang An. He wanted to say something harsh, but feared being beaten again by this "brute." His lips opened and closed repeatedly, yet he could not force out a complete sentence.

"Teacher."

This time, Tang San supported Yu Xiaogang. At the same time, he watched Shang An from the corner of his eye and quietly raised his Sleeve Arrow, aiming it at him.

"Stop fighting."

At that moment, Xiao Wu, who was in Shang An's arms, spoke up to explain.

"This is a misunderstanding."

Tang San disagreed. He stared at Shang An with a sinister expression. So what if it was a misunderstanding? This man had severely injured him and hurt the teacher he respected like a father. He had already earned the right to die.

"Xiao Wu, tell them about our relationship."

Shang An stroked Xiao Wu's head and spoke with a doting expression. Xiao Wu also looked thoroughly content.

Relationship? Could this man be Xiao Wu's relative? Had I really misunderstood? Tang San's face was filled with conflict. If this man truly was Xiao Wu's relative, then he could not easily make a move against him.

Xiao Wu could not hear Tang San's thoughts. She only wanted him to forget about her. There could be no future between them, and she did not want Tang San to die either.

"Third Brother, this is my fiancé."

As she spoke, Xiao Wu shyly took Shang An's hand. No wonder people said women were born actresses. His Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Primordial Spirit was most sensitive to emotions, yet he did not sense any affection from Xiao Wu toward him. There was, however, a bit of hatred.

"Fiancé? No! Xiao Wu, you're lying to me, aren't you?"

Tang San clearly remembered Xiao Wu telling him before that she came from a small village and that both her parents had died. How could a fiancé suddenly appear now?

"Heh. Do you think Innate Full Soul Power is something you can find everywhere? Xiao Wu's background is not what you think it is. She is my child bride, and we have been engaged since childhood. She only ran here before because she wanted to have some fun."

Shang An's face was full of mockery, and his disdainful gaze pierced Tang San deeply.

"No. Xiao Wu wouldn't lie to me. She wouldn't."

Tang San muttered under his breath as the doubt in his eyes turned into pain and fury.

"You must have threatened Xiao Wu."

Tang San had actually stumbled onto the right direction, but unfortunately...

"Third Brother, An Gege is right."

Seeing Tang San's pained appearance, Xiao Wu could not bear it. Yet she still exchanged a happy glance with Shang An, then voluntarily leaned herself into his embrace and turned to Tang San.

"An Gege and I love each other. Third Brother, you'll bless us, won't you?"

Seeing Xiao Wu's pleading, expectant expression, Tang San only felt overwhelming bitterness flood his heart. His body swayed, and he nearly lost his footing. Even when he had been forced to leap from a cliff, he had never felt this miserable.

"I, I..."

Although Tang San had acknowledged Xiao Wu as his little sister, the feelings between them were far more than those of siblings. He had long regarded Xiao Wu as his possession. In his eyes, Xiao Wu was meant to spend her life with him. How could this be? How could it?

Shang An watched it all with a smile. He stepped forward, used a handkerchief to wipe the blood from Tang San's mouth, then patted his cheek. At the same time, a thread of Psychic Power silently entered Tang San's mind.

"Brother, Xiao Wu is mine. I thank you on her behalf for taking care of her all these years."

Naturally, he had not come all this way just to put on a show for Tang San. Planting an Inner Demon was his true objective. Tang San was not like Bibi Dong, who had little guard against him. With the current strength of his Psychic Power, the only way to plant an Inner Demon in Tang San at once was to strike while his mind was wounded.

Plant an Inner Demon, seize his opportunities, and finally kill that mongrel Tang San. That was Shang An's three-step plan for dealing with him.

"Let's go."

Looking at Tang San, who had fallen into a mental trance, Shang An spoke flatly. Holding Xiao Wu, he turned and left.

"No~~, Xiao Wu, no!"

Seeing Shang An carry Xiao Wu away, the ragged Tang San tried to chase after them. But Shang An casually sent a force into his knee, leaving him unable to stand. He could only watch helplessly as the two departed. Tang San could only kneel miserably on the ground, a picture of utter sorrow. What a scene of desolation—too bad there was no A Spray of Plum Blossoms here.

"Xiao Wu, how can I live without you?"

"Xiao Wu, don't leave me..."

"Xiao Wu!"

As Xiao Wu gradually disappeared into the distance, Tang San stretched out his hand desperately, trying to grasp her retreating figure. It was futile. He collapsed helplessly onto the ground, as though all the spirit had been drained from him in an instant, still muttering.

"Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu..."

Once Yu Xiaogang had recovered, he walked over, crouched down, and placed a hand on Tang San's shoulder. He had heard their earlier conversation as well. Matters of the heart were not something he could interfere with, and Shang An's two sudden slaps had frightened him too badly for him to speak carelessly.

He could only use his rough hand to stroke Tang San's head. Feeling the warmth from above, Tang San could no longer hold himself together. He threw himself into Yu Xiaogang's arms and cried like a child.

"Teacher, Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu left. She really left."

"Alas."

Looking at Tang San, Yu Xiaogang could not help recalling his own story. Back then, he too had...

"Alright, since that is the case, I won't disturb you any longer."

Lingyuan Douluo gave Tang Hao a slight nod.

"Hmph!"

Tang Hao snorted coldly and turned to leave. Lingyuan Douluo had been questioning him about his circumstances the entire time. If he had not been unwilling to expose himself, he would have started fighting long ago. The mighty Clear Sky Douluo was not known for his good temper.

Ling Yuan watched Tang Hao's departing back, disdain curling at the corners of her lips, though her eyes also held a trace of regret.

"What a coward. He didn't even dare to make a move."

Then she turned and hurried toward a location within the city.

Shang An had naturally sent her to stall Tang Hao. With the support of her cultivation technique and her current strength, even if she could not defeat him, she could still protect herself without issue. She had thought she would have a great battle with Tang Hao and test her own strength along the way.

Who would have thought Tang Hao would be like a thousand-year-old turtle? No matter how she pressed him step by step, he refused to act. But it did not matter. Completing Xiao An's mission was more important.

Inside a private room at Baiwei Pavilion in Nuoding City, Shang An was enjoying Little Rabbit's back massage service.

"Sister Ni Huang, you're back. You weren't hurt, were you?"

Ni Huang shook her head. "Tang Hao really is the coward Xiao An said he was. He didn't dare make a move."

"That's good. Xiao Wu, go give Sister Ni Huang a back massage."

Xiao Wu looked at Shang An resentfully. He had just called her his fiancée, yet now she had become a servant.

"N-no need. I'm not tired."

Ni Huang quickly refused. If Shang An wanted to massage her back, she would certainly agree gladly. Even if she was not tired, she would suddenly become tired. But anyone else was another matter.

"Alright, then."

Shang An pulled Xiao Wu in front of him.

"Oh, right, Xiao Wu, there's one more thing."