The man in white used his lightness skill to flee. None of the many martial artists below dared actually rise to stop him, letting him run farther and farther until he vanished from sight.
Only then did people gather around A Fei and the others, including, naturally, the group who had chased the man in white there.
Those with wound medicine offered it, while A Fei said nothing and immediately circulated his internal energy to regulate Deng the Third's breathing and heal his injuries. He had already seen exactly where the man was hurt.
After a short while, A Fei withdrew his energy and caught his breath. Deng the Third's complexion had improved as well.
"How are you feeling, Hero Deng?"
At A Fei's question, Deng the Third exhaled a stale breath, braced a hand against the ground, and turned to salute him with clasped hands.
"Such pure internal energy is truly rare in someone so young. Thank you for treating my injuries. I'm out of danger now. If you hadn't intervened just now, young brother, I fear things would have boded ill for me today."
"That's wonderful!" "As long as Hero Deng is all right!"
The people nearby who had initially sought help all breathed sighs of relief, both because they had started the whole affair and because Deng the Third was no nameless nobody.
"That man struck without the slightest restraint. Utterly vicious! And he harassed a respectable woman-he's certainly no decent fellow!"
"Exactly. He might even be a flower-plucking scoundrel!" "Hmph, a bastard like that thinks he deserves to attend the Martial Arts Gathering?"
"That's right! What right does he have?"
Every one of them bristled with righteous indignation.
Mai Jinghua pulled A Fei to his feet and took him aside, looking at his son as he