If You Can't Solve the Problem, Solve the Person Who Created It!

"I don't think much of that!"

"So you're the brat who hit my precious daughter?"

"I've never laid a hand on her since she was little, yet you dared to strike her so ruthlessly?"

"Today, I won't drag you to the authorities."

"But I will make you pay blood for blood."

"In any case, my dear niece who can bring the dying back to life is here. You won't die, but I'll make you wish you were dead!"

"Beat him!"

Yan Zhengli shot Yan Ruyu an irritated glare, then turned his gaze onto Jiang Wangzu.

He had to admit, this brat Jiang Wangzu really was handsome.

But he wasn't a woman.

And he didn't like men, either.

What damn use was being handsome!

He knew Jiang Wangzu had been having Yan Ruyu help him brew the Strength Training secret medicine.

That proved he was a Strength Training martial artist.

But since Yan Zhengli had dared come here today, he had made full preparations.

He had found an expert at the perfected stage of Strength Training to hold the field, all to teach Jiang Wangzu a painful lesson.

"Kill!"

At Yan Zhengli's command, the household servants under him gripped their clubs and charged toward Jiang Wangzu.

"You're all too noisy!"

Jiang Wangzu raised his fist stance and unleashed Black Tiger Fist, smashing apart a wooden club that came crashing toward him with one punch. Then he drove out another punch, sending the club-wielding man flying backward together with his weapon.

Then he swept out again, knocking one servant flat to the ground.

He kicked out once more, sending another servant flying.

His moves were fast, heavy, and forceful. Though he held back his strength, a single move was enough to make these ordinary household servants completely lose their ability to fight.

In just a few breaths, Jiang Wangzu had knocked more than a dozen Yan Family guards to the ground.

Wails rose throughout the courtyard, one after another, directly leaving Yan Zhengli dumbstruck.

"Brother Feng, what do you think..."

Yan Zhengli retreated two steps and looked toward Feng Tao, the Strength Training expert at the perfected stage behind him.

"Minor achievement in Strength Training. But he shouldn't be far from perfection."

"He's using Tiger Form Fist, but these kinds of Form-Intent schools are far too common. For now, I still can't tell who taught him."

"But his stance work is mediocre, which proves his foundation is unstable. I'd guess his master wasn't any famous teacher either."

"At such an age, however, to be on the verge of perfected Strength Training can indeed earn him the words martial-arts genius."

"But compared with me, he's still far off!"

Feng Tao used the method of suppressing before praising, vividly and graphically belittling Jiang Wangzu while also raising his own image in Yan Zhengli's eyes.

"Heh."

"A tadpole tattooing a frog on its back—who the hell are you showing off to?"

Feng Tao had not avoided Jiang Wangzu in the slightest when speaking, and after hearing him, Jiang Wangzu gave two cold laughs and snapped back.

"You junior are truly ill-mannered. Today, I'll properly teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders."

"You slapped half of Miss Rulan's face to pulp, so I'll smash your entire face in."

"From now on, you'll never have the face to meet anyone again!"

Feng Tao's expression cooled slightly at those words, but maintaining the bearing of a senior expert, he did not start cursing out loud.

"Looks to me like you're a dog lifting a door curtain—all mouth."

"Come fight!"

Jiang Wangzu crooked a finger at Feng Tao and spoke provocatively.

His Third-Rate Hard Body Cultivation Method, Iron Garment Skill, had already reached perfection.

In theory, he was not weaker than a perfected Strength Training martial artist at all. In fact, because of the special nature of hard body cultivation, he was stronger than ordinary Strength Training martial artists, better at taking hits, and had an even higher chance of winning.

Add to that his Black Tiger Fist at minor achievement.

In this wave, he was a flying dragon riding someone's face—how could he lose?

But he had never crossed hands with a perfected Strength Training martial artist before, so he also did not know just how strong such a martial artist really was.

Now that he happened to run into one, he had to have a proper fight with him no matter what!

"Arrogant brat!"

"You'll pay the price for your arrogance!"

Feng Tao stared straight at Jiang Wangzu. He took one step forward, and the tremendous force stamped a deep pit into the solid ground.

Like a nimble white ape, he sprang up, then hurtled toward Jiang Wangzu to kill him.

Rumble!

His arms hung past his knees, and his fist wind was fierce as it whistled down onto Jiang Wangzu's chest.

Thud, thud!

Two muffled sounds rang out from Jiang Wangzu's chest.

Thump, thump, thump!

Jiang Wangzu retreated three steps and steadied himself.

"Strength Training major accomplishment?"

"That's it?"

"Did you skip your meal?"

"Put some strength into it!"

Jiang Wangzu stared at Feng Tao and barked.

Then he unleashed Black Tiger Fist, a Black Tiger Digs at the Heart clawing straight for Feng Tao's chest!

Rumble!

Feng Tao raised his fist to block.

The two of them went back and forth, killing at each other in the narrow backyard.

Jiang Wangzu circulated Iron Garment Skill, and Feng Tao's White Ape Through-Arm Fist landed on him without hurting him at all.

Though his Iron Garment Skill had not yet reached perfection and could not make his body like an iron garment, the current him was as if he had the Stone Armor Technique on him, his fleshly body like stubborn rock.

Together with the boost from the Golden Dual Kidneys and minor accomplishment in Black Tiger Fist, his strength was not inferior to Feng Tao's at all. It was even somewhat stronger.

Jiang Wangzu fought with wide, sweeping movements. Every strike carried immense force, heavy as a thousand catties.

At first, he could only rely on Iron Garment Skill to serve as Feng Tao's target.

Later, he could fight Feng Tao on even footing.

And now, he had completely suppressed Feng Tao.

He had already found the hot blood of battle.

Every punch to the flesh, pressing forward without turning back!

Boom, boom, boom!

With three heavy punches, Jiang Wangzu directly broke through Feng Tao's defense and smashed them hard into Feng Tao's side ribs, breaking three of his ribs with a single punch!

"You're not merely a Strength Training minor accomplishment martial artist. You also cultivated a hard-body cultivation method?"

Feng Tao took the initiative to pull away from Jiang Wangzu, cold sweat the size of soybeans beading on his forehead.

"Still not admitting defeat? Are you looking to die?"

Jiang Wangzu's gaze burned like torches as he stared at Feng Tao, like a mountain lord glaring in fury.

"I lost!"

Feng Tao cupped his fist and bowed to Jiang Wangzu, then turned and left.

As the saying went, strained muscles and broken bones took a hundred days.

This time, he had broken three ribs. Even with a famous doctor's help and top-grade secret healing medicine, he could forget about recovering without a month.

"Brother Feng!"

"Why are you leaving, Brother Feng?"

"Come back! I need you, Brother Feng!"

When Yan Zhengli saw Feng Tao decisively leave, he hurriedly shouted after him.

"Get over here, you!"

Jiang Wangzu grabbed Yan Zhengli in one hand, hoisted him up, and tossed him in front of Yan Ruyu like he was catching a chick.

"Ruyu!"

"Ruyu, I'm your third uncle!"

"Your real third uncle!"

"Blood is thicker than water!"

"Hurry and do something about him!"

When Yan Zhengli saw Yan Ruyu calmly brewing medicine, his face filled with grief as he shouted.

"I heard this old brat is always making trouble for you. Want me to kill him?"

"Once it gets dark, throw him into the Dragon River. No one will know who did it."

Jiang Wangzu glanced at Yan Ruyu and offered the suggestion.

"No, no, no!"

"Niece's husband, don't kill me!"

"We're all family!"

"And besides, with so many people here today, if you kill me, you won't get away either!"

When Yan Zhengli heard that, he was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Isn't that simple?"

"If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who created the problem."

"At worst, kill them all and sink every last one into the river!"

Jiang Wangzu said it cheerfully when he heard him.