Two streams of ice-blue claw radiance carrying piercing, shrill whistles that tore through the air struck towards Xue Mingqing's back in a cross pattern!
Staring at the sharp claw radiance in his hands, Ling Gui's fat face was filled with viciousness and malice.
This was his four-hundred-year first soul skill, Ice Claw Assault. Never mind a person, even if he were hitting stone, it would definitely shed a layer of its skin!
Ling Gui believed that as long as it hit, it would definitely cripple or even kill Xue Mingqing!
As for whether this would bring him trouble?
What a joke, where would it be troublesome for him, the grand young master of the Ling Family, to kill an ordinary person?
Wasn't this just crushing an ant to death?
If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for calling me a fat pig!
Roaring viciously in his heart, Ling Gui's two claws left not the slightest bit of leeway as they drew closer and closer to Xue Mingqing's back. Closer and closer, they were practically just a step away from piercing straight through Xue Mingqing's back!
Yet—!
Right at this moment!
Xue Mingqing acted as if his back had grown eyes, his body abruptly flashing to the side and directly dodging Ling Gui's soul skill attack!
"What?!"
Crying out in instinctive surprise, he stared at his own confident strike, which had merely grazed past Xue Mingqing's body without even touching the corner of Xue Mingqing's clothes!
Ling Gui's pupils constricted.
He could not understand, truly could not understand.
Xue Mingqing's back of the head hadn't grown eyes either, so how did he know like damn early and directly dodge his attack?
However, before he could figure it out, Xue Mingqing's face, filled with shock, suspicion, and fury, turned around!
Immediately following that, Ling Gui only felt a pain in his stomach.
The next second, he only had time to let out an exclamation of pain before his entire body flew out like a large meatball!
Landing heavily on the ground, Ling Gui rubbed his agonizingly painful stomach, his greasy, fat face filled with utter disbelief.
"You actually dare to kick me?!"
Xue Mingqing did not reply. He silently pulled back his foot, his expression turning so dark it was practically dripping water.
In his mind, Feng Qingyang's bewitching, domineering voice that had been absent for a month rang out.
"How is it, kid, the old man didn't lie to you, did he?"
At that exact moment just now, Xue Mingqing had actually not sensed anything out of the ordinary; it was Feng Qingyang who had reminded Xue Mingqing, prompting him to instinctively dodge.
Having slumbered in Xue Mingqing's mind for a month, Feng Qingyang had been awakened just now by Ling Gui's dense malice.
Upon awakening, Feng Qingyang understood what had happened and issued a warning to Xue Mingqing, which led to the preceding scene.
Tightening his fists, Xue Mingqing did not answer Feng Qingyang. With a gloomy expression, he slowly walked towards Ling Gui, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground.
Walking up to him, Xue Mingqing looked down at Ling Gui from a position of superiority.
Seeing this scene, Ling Gui instinctively shrank his neck, his voice trembling as he spoke.
"Y-you, what are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do, heh..."
"Me? I'm going to let you know why flowers are so red!"
With a bang!
Xue Mingqing slammed an elbow right into Ling Gui's face, evolving him from a close relative of pigs into a half-step panda man!
"Ow! Y-you dare hit me? My dad is the head of the Ling Family, a seventy-second-rank Soul Saint!"
Hearing this, Xue Mingqing was so angry he laughed. Not only did he not stop, the speed at which his double fists swung even became a blur of afterimages!
It belonged to the kind that Master Ip of Wing Chun would have to call authentic upon seeing it.
"Your dad is the head of the Ling Family, and my mom fucking happens to be the city lord of Blizzard City!"
"Ow, ow, stop hitting me, stop hitting me! I was wrong! I was wrong!"
"Even if you called me daddy today, I still wouldn't let you go!"
Bang bang bang--!
This dead fatty had truly, thoroughly infuriated Xue Mingqing. The first time Xue Mingqing spoke mildly, that was to show that he was kind-natured and friendly.
The second time towards him, stopping before going too far proved that Xue Mingqing had a sense of measure.
Yet this third time, Xue Mingqing simply could not endure it anymore. Acting on the old saying of "there is a first, a second, but no third," he pinned this Ling Gui down and beat him right where he stood!
A~ long~ while~ later~
Clenching his fists, Xue Mingqing watched Ling Gui—who was crying for his parents and fled the training grounds with a bruised and battered face—and could not help but deeply spit out a breath of stale air.
Within Xue Mingqing's Spirit Sea.
Feng Qingyang's brows twitched slightly as he teased, "What? Is there something you can't figure out?"
Clenching his fists tighter again, Xue Mingqing sighed with dejection.
"Old Feng, tell me, why can people be so bad? Clearly, he was the one who cursed and provoked me first. I was merely hitting him back, was it really necessary to deal a fatal blow to me over such a trivial matter?"
Although he had dodged Ling Gui's soul skill, yet—
Xue Mingqing could sense that had he not dodged, at the very best he would have ended up heavily injured.
Hearing Xue Mingqing's emotional sigh, Feng Qingyang sneered.
"Resign yourself to fate, kid. This world has never reasoned with anyone... If you want to make them reason with you, you can only make your fists harder than all of theirs."
"Train properly. When night comes, the old man will fulfill my promise to you."
Hearing this, Xue Mingqing could not help but close his eyes.
Living through two lifetimes, the logic Feng Qingyang spoke of was perhaps something he had understood long ago, or perhaps...
He was unwilling to understand it.
He heaved a deep sigh of stale air.
At least for now, he did not want to understand, nor did he want to continue thinking about these vexing matters.
Turning around, he walked straight towards his weighted backpack to continue his training for today.
Since in this world, the people with hard fists were the ones who held the truth, then he would become the person with the hardest fists in this world!
Meanwhile.
Within Blizzard City, at the Ling Family estate.
In the hall hanging a portrait of the Ice Crystal Spirit Leopard, a lean middle-aged man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, painstakingly cultivating his soul power.
He was the head of the Ling Family, Ling Tian, and he was currently charging towards the barrier of the seventy-third rank with all his might.
Ice-blue soul power circulated and condensed around his body, guiding the vital energy of heaven and earth to enter his body...
Just as his seventy-second-rank cultivation was about to break through the barrier and truly step into the seventy-third rank—!
"Dad--!"
A shrill cry of weeping, just like a slaughtered pig, rang out, interrupting his breakthrough.
Instinctively opening his eyes, Ling Tian's expression was as black as the bottom of a pot. At this very instant, he even had the impulse to kill someone.
However, he still endured it because he could make out that it was the voice of his son, Ling Gui.
Recalling this unpromising son, Ling Tian's brows could not help but twitch wildly.
Born into an agility-attack system family, it was fine if his physique was as fat as a pig, but all day long, he only knew how to provoke disasters.
At the thought of this, his fists could not help but harden, carrying an urge to purge the family that he simply couldn't suppress.
Yet, remembering that he was his only single seedling, Ling Tian still forcefully suppressed the fury in his heart and began to breathe deeply.
"Calm down, calm down, he is the only seedling, he cannot be touched, cannot be touched."
Repeating this a few times, Ling Tian raised his gaze, looking towards that crying, howling, and utterly hopeless son.
At just a single glance, Ling Tian's pupils constricted.
Before him, the son was still that same son, but at this moment, he was in a state so wretched he was barely human.
His eyes were bruised black, his entire body covered in footprints, and there were also dozens of fiery-red palm prints on his face. His entire face was swollen to the point where he looked like a fucking pig's head.
Seeing this scene, Ling Tian abruptly stood up, his entire body trembling slightly. He grabbed Ling Gui's arm, his voice bone-chilling.
"Gui'er, tell me, who did this? Who beat you into this state?"
Hearing this, Ling Gui hardened his heart, and those eyes of his, swollen completely shut to the point of invisibility, rolled around cunningly.
"It was done by an Evil Soul Master!"
"An Evil Soul Master?"
Ling Tian's brows furrowed, instinctively sensing a trace of something amiss.
Ling Gui, however, remained completely oblivious as he spoke with even greater agitation.
"Right, it was done by an Evil Soul Master! Being able to defeat my eleventh rank at the eighth rank, with such eeriness, how could it not be an Evil Soul Master?!"
Having said that, Ling Gui sneered inwardly in his heart.
Evil Soul Masters deserved to be executed by all; as long as he framed him as an Evil Soul Master, everyone in Blizzard City would help him beat you to death. Heh brat, wanting to fight with your grand-uncle!
His internal thoughts were quite pleasant, yet Ling Gui was hardly a master at reading the room and completely failed to notice that his father's expression had turned even uglier after listening to his words.
Looking at this son of his who accomplished nothing and ruined everything, Ling Tian's brows furrowed even more deeply.
"Do you know his name?"
"I know, he said it, his name is Xue Mingqing."
Hearing the three words Xue Mingqing, Ling Tian's pupils violently shrank to the size of needle tips, and then, he raised his hand.
With a slap, he struck directly across Ling Gui's face!
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