Picking a Fight? One Punch Sent Him Flying!

"Cough, cough, cough, no matter what."

"Anyway, I was still looking forward to seeing Na'er again."

Tang Wulin cast the jumbled thoughts from his mind, a serious expression appearing on his face as he thought to himself.

He did not have any other ideas. He simply missed his Na'er a little.

Yes, that was all!

"Why did it feel..."

"Like something was off?"

Gu Yue looked at Tang Wulin before her, her brows knitting slightly as she murmured.

Something was off. Nine parts out of ten, something was definitely off!

"..."

After finishing the Clay-Pot Beef, Tang Wulin and the others quickly left. Led by Xie Xie, they strolled around the surrounding area and ate quite a few other things as well.

After all, with Tang Wulin and Gu Yue, the Golden Dragon King and Silver Dragon King duo, there was certainly no shortage of food to eat. Xie Xie, whose appetite was far inferior to theirs, felt rather helpless.

Obviously, after spending so many days with them, this was not the first time he had learned such things. Even so, he could not help but marvel at their appetites, because—

This pair could really eat.

"Perhaps this was a match made in heaven."

Standing beside them, Xie Xie, the only single dog, sighed and could not help thinking to himself.

From what he could see, this was the best proof of fate. A man and a woman who could both eat this much—was that not evidence enough?

"Since that was the case..."

"My future girlfriend should probably be someone like me, very gentle and rational."

Xie Xie's thoughts went astray once again as he muttered earnestly.

When it came to girlfriends, this guy had practically become obsessed. It was not entirely his fault, though. After all, the two people beside him had been constantly flaunting their affection and dealing him devastating blows.

Gu Yue: Wulin, we hit him pretty hard. What should we do?

Tang Wulin: Mm, when we get married, we can give him some extra wedding candy.

Xie Xie: ???????

Xie Xie: Could you two be a little more rational?!

"Feels like we've eaten enough."

"Xie Xie, let's get ready to leave."

Not long afterward, after making a round through the area, the group returned to where they had come from. Tang Wulin gave it some thought and spoke.

Eat until full, then leave. That was the true meaning of life.

"Still, I remembered that there was supposed to be an incident here in the original story. It did not seem to have happened this time..."

"Had it already happened earlier?"

Tang Wulin suddenly recalled something, and his expression instantly became less pleasant as he thought to himself.

He remembered that when they came here in the original story, they had happened to encounter some Grand Soul Master-level scum demanding protection money. It was truly despicable.

Relying on Grand Soul Master-level strength to run wild in a snack street where ordinary people made their living was simply outrageous.

That sort of person was absolutely disgusting. That guy had better pray he never ran into him. Otherwise...

"But that point in the timeline was already long past. It had happened long ago, so there was no way it would happen again this time..."

Tang Wulin silently thought. Before he could finish, however, an unpleasant voice rang out the next moment.

"The wonderful monthly occasion is here again. Hand over this month's protection fee quickly, Li Bai!"

The voice came from the Clay-Pot Beef shop. Three burly men stood at the entrance, all tall and broad, with traces of Soul Power emanating from their bodies.

As for the speaker, he was their leader: a bald man whose bare arms were covered in dragon tattoos.

"Brother Guang Long."

"Could you give me two more days?"

Uncle Li stood before the bald man with some fear, terror in his eyes as he pleaded humbly.

"You're asking me to give you two more days? What did you mean by that? Before you die, do you ask heaven whether it can let you die two days later?"

The bald brute immediately sneered.

"Li, a wise man submits to circumstances."

"No one on this street dared refuse to pay protection money. You'd better hurry up. Did you think I, Guang Long, was some beggar, coming here again and again to urge you for money?"

"If your Clay-Pot Beef weren't actually pretty good, I would've crippled you long ago. Stop talking nonsense. If you can't produce the money today, don't even think about opening this shop again."

His gaze was cold and sinister as he added.

By then, quite a few people had gathered around the shop. Even so, not a single one of them dared make a sound.

It was not that they could be blamed. This man was simply no ordinary person.

His name was Guang Long. His Martial Soul was the Ironclad Dragon, and he was a level 21 Defense Department Grand Soul Master with two Soul Rings. Beyond that, he also had an intimidating identity—

Guang Biao, an overwhelmingly powerful Soul Emperor whose Martial Soul was also the Ironclad Dragon and the captain of the Eastsea City Mecha Division, was his older brother.

A Soul Emperor! A Mecha Master!

It was precisely because of that connection that Guang Long feared no one. As long as his brother was around, nothing could possibly happen to him in Eastsea City.

No matter how serious the matter was, even if he caused a catastrophe, his brother would clean up after him!

"Brother Guang Long, I..."

"It's not that I refuse to pay the protection fee. My wife is seriously ill, and every bit of money I earn from working day and night goes toward her treatment."

"You can't smash my livelihood! If you do, my wife won't survive, and neither will I."

Uncle Li's face was filled with grief and indignation, but he still looked toward Guang Long and pleaded humbly, hoping the other man would change his mind.

However, when this guy could even extort protection money from ordinary people, what bottom line could he possibly have?

"Fine! You're threatening me with your life?"

Guang Long gave a cold laugh. Looking at Uncle Li, he laughed instead of becoming angry.

"You think I give a damn about your worthless life? Without you, I can just replace this shop with another one, and they'll still pay me protection money. If you can't pay, get lost. Don't take up the space."

He looked at the other man with utter disdain, as though he were looking at some tiny piece of trash.

"I..."

"I'll fight you!!!"

Even a clay figurine had some anger, much less a person. Uncle Li gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and shouted furiously.

As he spoke, he swung both fists fiercely at Guang Long. Yet Guang Long did not even bother to dodge.

"Fight me to the death?"

"What a joke. I'm a Soul Master, not someone a piece of trash like you can hurt. Did you think my Ironclad Dragon Martial Soul was just for show?"

Guang Long sneered and casually knocked him to the ground.

"You've successfully angered me."

"Didn't you say your wife was seriously ill? She probably won't live much longer anyway. Hahaha, now you can go down before her."

Guang Long laughed loudly. As he spoke, he gathered Soul Power into his hand, preparing to strike.

Although he was a Defense Department Grand Soul Master and had major shortcomings in attack power, against an ordinary person, it was still a crushing disparity.

With that punch, Uncle Li would be dead or severely injured.

"Baldy, you're pretty arrogant."

Just as Guang Long's fist was about to land, a powerful hand blocked it, accompanied by a cold voice.

The person was none other than Tang Wulin, who had not yet left. After gaining the Silver Dragon King's various elemental abilities, his speed had surpassed even Xie Xie's. Stopping this from happening was effortless for him.

"Who are you?"

"You dared stop me?"

"Do you know who my brother is?!"

Guang Long looked at Tang Wulin with fury and immediately shouted. Someone actually dared stop him in Eastsea City! Did this guy not know his brother was the captain of the Mecha Brigade?!

Especially since the other party had called him bald. He hated being called that the most. His hair was only a little sparse—how did that make him bald?!

"I think you don't know how formidable I am... What's going on?"

"Why isn't my fist listening to me?"

Guang Long tried to pull back his hand, but no matter what he did, his fist seemed glued to Tang Wulin's body and would not move at all.

Had he been completely restrained by this guy?

"So what if I stopped you? As for who your brother is..."

"We'll be waiting at Donghai Academy. I hope this brother of yours has at least some strength."

Tang Wulin wore a friendly smile as he spoke slowly.

"Don't worry."

"I won't hit you too hard."

As he spoke, his fist struck Guang Long's body the next instant. The sound of bones cracking immediately echoed from Guang Long's body.

"Ah—"

In an instant, agonized screams echoed throughout the snack street.

"Being bullied..."

"Didn't feel very good, did it?"

Tang Wulin looked at Guang Long, who lay on the ground like a dead pig, screaming in heartbreakingly intense pain. His expression was ice-cold as he spoke.

Using a man's own methods against him was undoubtedly an excellent form of punishment. Against someone this absurd, Tang Wulin felt that knocking him out with one punch was almost too easy.

It seemed he should not let the guy off so lightly!

"Wulin, well done!"

"Brother Lin, nicely done!"

At the same time, Gu Yue and Xie Xie immediately spoke in satisfaction, feeling that he had done exactly the right thing. Yet everyone else remained silent.

The entire place had fallen deathly quiet.