Furious Rage

Since the Martial Academy Grand Competition was held in Wan City, it was easy enough for Liang Bo to return. After walking for a dozen or so minutes, he arrived back at Liang Mansion.

Having successfully joined the True Martial Sect this time, Liang Bo was in quite a good mood. He had been excited all the way back, but when he reached his little courtyard, he suddenly stopped. A faint sound of sobbing drifted from within. It seemed to be Xiao Qing's voice.

Liang Bo frowned. What had happened? Why was Xiao Qing crying?

He hurried into the courtyard and saw Xiao Qing curled up in a corner, quietly sobbing. There was a deep handprint on the left side of her face, and her whole cheek was swollen.

"Who hit you?" Liang Bo was instantly enraged, his eyes turning red. During the past few days since he had crossed over, Xiao Qing had been the one caring for him attentively, allowing him to recover so quickly. In his heart, he had never regarded her as a servant girl, but as family.

Now that his family had been beaten, the fury in his heart was easy to imagine.

"Y-young Master..." Upon seeing Liang Bo, Xiao Qing clearly seemed to avoid his gaze. She hurriedly turned away and covered her left cheek with her hand. "Young Master, it's nothing. I just accidentally fell."

"Nonsense. Could you fall and give yourself a handprint? Who was it?"

Xiao Qing did not answer. Instead, she asked, "Young Master, didn't you go to participate in the Martial Academy Grand Competition? How did you do? Did you make it into the final arena matches?"

Seeing that she did not appear seriously injured, Liang Bo felt slightly relieved. He said gravely, "It went well. I've joined the True Martial Sect and become one of its direct disciples."

"The True Martial Sect?" Xiao Qing cried out, her eyes full of delight. But she immediately asked, "Young Master, I heard that the True Martial Sect is an even more powerful sect than the Floating Cloud Pavilion. With your strength, how did you get into the True Martial Sect?"

Liang Bo waved a hand. "We can talk about that later. Tell me first—who hit you? If you won't say, I'll find someone else to ask."

Xiao Qing hesitated before saying, "It was Ninth Master!"

"What? Him? Tell me, why did he hit you?"

Xiao Qing said softly, "Earlier, when I saw that you still hadn't returned, Young Master, I wanted to go to the front courtyard and take a look. But when I went out, I was walking too fast, and Ninth Master happened to be coming in from outside. I nearly bumped into him, so he slapped me..." As she spoke, she began sobbing softly again.

Liang Bo slammed a hand against the stone pillar beside him and roared, "Good. Very good! I still haven't settled the score with you over what happened before, and you actually dared to lay hands on my person? Xiao Qing, wait here. I'll stand up for you in this matter!"

"Young Master, don't!" Xiao Qing cried out. She hurriedly grabbed Liang Bo tightly and said, "Young Master, don't act rashly. You're no match for Ninth Master at all!"

Liang Bo pried her fingers away and said gently, "Xiao Qing, don't worry. With my current strength, I'm not afraid of Liang Cheng at all. Besides, when he beat me so badly last time, he did it deliberately. Adding today's matter to that, I must avenge this grudge!"

With that, ignoring Xiao Qing's attempts to stop him, he strode out of the courtyard and headed toward where Liang Cheng lived.

Worried about him, Xiao Qing hurried after him.

"Liang Cheng, get the hell out here!" The moment he arrived at Liang Cheng's residence, Liang Bo bellowed furiously.

Several servants immediately rushed out of the courtyard. Upon seeing Liang Bo, one of the plump servants sneered. "Well, if it isn't Fourth Young Master. Is that any way to speak? You dare call Ninth Master by his full name? Have you no sense of rank or respect?"

"Get the hell out of my way!" Liang Bo roared, lunging forward like lightning. His right hand formed a blade with two fingers, and he chopped down viciously.

The plump servant hurriedly raised an arm to block.

Crack! Liang Bo's heavy hand strike landed on his arm, snapping it cleanly in two.

"Ah!" The plump servant screamed miserably, clutching his broken arm as he rolled about on the ground in agony.

The other servants went pale at once and did not dare block him again.

Liang Bo charged into the courtyard. Just then, Liang Cheng heard the commotion outside and rushed out as well.

The moment he saw that Liang Bo had severely injured one of his men, he roared, "Liang Bo, are you looking to die?"

"You're the one looking to die!" Liang Bo snarled through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with ferocity.

"Good, good, good! It seems you're still unconvinced after I beat you into a serious injury last time! Since that's the case, I'll teach you a proper lesson today and make you understand the difference between superior and inferior!" Liang Cheng's face was flushed red with rage.

This Liang Bo was merely his junior, and he had always been overlooked in the family. Yet now he had dared to come to his home, cause trouble, and even injure his servant.

However, when he saw that plump servant rolling around on the ground, Liang Cheng secretly became wary.

That servant had followed him for more than ten years and had long since reached the fifth rank. Yet he had failed to withstand even a single move before having an arm broken. It seemed Liang Bo's strength could not be underestimated.

But on second thought, Liang Cheng laughed to himself. Liang Bo had only been beaten into a serious injury by him a few days ago. Even if his strength had improved in these few days, how much could it possibly have risen? That servant must have been too careless just now, which was why he had been defeated in one move.

Besides, Liang Cheng was a second-rank martial artist. No matter how formidable Liang Bo was, he could not possibly threaten him.

With that thought, Liang Cheng gave a savage grin and drew a dark, curved saber. His figure flickered as he rushed toward Liang Bo with strange footwork. At the same time, the curved saber in his hand slashed straight down, releasing a dull howl as scarlet martial inner force flowed over its edge like rushing thunder.

The mastery of this saber strike had actually neared the level of perfecting the basic saber technique. With one more step, he could even glimpse the realm of man and saber becoming one!

Though Liang Bo had arrived in anger, he instead calmed down at this moment. Facing Liang Cheng's attack, he did not rashly counterattack. Instead, he used Heavenly Wind Wishful Steps, leaping backward and evading Liang Cheng's attack.

A flicker of astonishment appeared in Liang Cheng's eyes. When had Liang Bo learned such an exquisite movement technique? He had actually evaded his full-powered strike so easily?

"Brat, your movement technique isn't bad. But if you think you can fight me just because you have superior footwork, aren't you being far too naive?" Liang Cheng roared, stepping forward and slashing out with his curved saber again.

Liang Bo remained unhurried and retreated once more.

He knew full well that his inner force cultivation was far inferior to his opponent's. He was still at the peak of the fifth rank, close to the fourth-rank level.

In terms of raw strength, he currently possessed only around three thousand five hundred jin. Yet his opponent's inner force cultivation had reached the second rank. Calculating roughly five hundred jin of additional strength for each rank of inner force gained, his opponent possessed about four thousand five hundred jin of strength—one thousand jin more than him.