What Right Did You Have to Make Me Take You Seriously?

An icy voice drilled into his ears. Lin Changkong saw someone blocking his way—it was Li Yishan, sent by Mo Yunfei.

Mo Yunfei was hailed as the number one man in the Servant Courtyard, and Li Yishan was his top lackey, so Lin Changkong naturally knew him.

Su Qingqing had followed Li Yishan over as well.

With her arms folded and her eyes wide, she glared at Lin Changkong with her nose in the air, looking utterly arrogant and disdainful.

"Something wrong?"

Lin Changkong looked at Li Yishan, his tone calm and his expression indifferent.

Li Yishan carried an iron staff over his shoulder and curled his lips into a sneer. "If there wasn't, why would I waste my time on trash like you?

Zhang Qingyun is Boss Mo's lackey. You knew that. Yesterday, you beat Zhang Qingyun into that state—that was the same as refusing to give Boss Mo any face.

So Boss Mo sent me to teach you a lesson. But don't worry. Boss Mo is still kind-hearted, so he specifically told me to break only one of your legs. I won't beat you to death.

Now, make your choice. Do you want me to break your left leg, or your right?"

Li Yishan gripped the iron staff in one hand, casually lifting and lowering it against his shoulder, the smile at the corner of his mouth thick with mockery.

With someone backing her up, Su Qingqing was brimming with confidence too.

She stared coldly at Lin Changkong. "Lin Changkong, if you know what's good for you, stretch out your leg and let Brother Shan break it. That way, you can spare yourself some physical suffering."

Lin Changkong gave a soft chuckle, looking at Su Qingqing as though she were an idiot.

Su Qingqing immediately felt provoked. Fury surged into her head as she said, "Lin Changkong, I'm pleading for you only for the sake of our past relationship.

If you stretch out your leg yourself, Brother Shan will only break one of them. But if you refuse to appreciate kindness, then today won't be as simple as breaking a single leg.

Don't think that beating Brother Qingyun makes you anything special. If you hadn't suddenly launched that despicable, shameless sneak attack yesterday, you couldn't have beaten Brother Qingyun.

Besides, Brother Qingyun is only at the Body Refining Seventh Level, while Brother Shan is already at the Body Refining Eighth Level. Before Brother Shan, you're trash at best. Do you still dare act so arrogant?"

Su Qingqing glared fiercely at Lin Changkong, gritting her teeth, utterly unconvinced.

Lin Changkong chuckled. Suddenly, he drew his blade and thrust it forward.

A cold gleam left its sheath, swift to the extreme.

With a "pfft," the horizontal blade pierced Su Qingqing's shoulder, driving her backward until she slammed into a tree behind her.

The horizontal blade pressed forward relentlessly, smashing through everything in its path. It pierced through her shoulder and the thick trunk behind her alike, pinning Su Qingqing to the tree.

The bloodied blade tip protruded from the trunk, a horrifying sight.

"Ah—"

A shrill scream burst from Su Qingqing's mouth. The piercing pain made her body tremble violently.

Looking down, she saw the horizontal blade had pierced her shoulder. Blood flowed freely, rapidly soaking through her clothes.

Lin Changkong held the hilt of the horizontal blade and looked at Su Qingqing with a smile. "If this is what you mean by continuing to act arrogant, then clearly, I dare."

Su Qingqing trembled, her face pale. Looking at Lin Changkong before her, she was dumbfounded.

Li Yishan was standing right beside her. How had Lin Changkong dared?

Li Yishan instantly flew into a rage. He glared at Lin Changkong and roared, "Insolence! Lin Changkong, how dare you not put me in your eyes?"

Lin Changkong merely smiled without speaking. With a backhand motion, he pulled out his blade. Blood sprayed through the air as he spun and slashed at Li Yishan like lightning.

Li Yishan was startled and swung the iron staff in his hand to meet the strike.

With a crisp crack, the iron staff snapped into two pieces.

A point of cold light flew toward him. Li Yishan felt a chill in his shoulder, followed by bone-piercing pain.

The horizontal blade in Lin Changkong's hand had already plunged into his shoulder, forcing his entire body backward. Like Su Qingqing, he was nailed to the tree.

Li Yishan's heart thumped wildly. Before his scream could leave his throat, a fist flew straight into his face.

Bang!

Li Yishan's head snapped violently backward and crashed into the trunk. Several teeth broke loose and fell into his throat with the blood.

At the same time, blood gushed wildly from his nose, spraying out like a fountain.

Lin Changkong looked at him as though he found it strange. "That's it? Trash who can't even take one strike from me, and you have the nerve to ask me to take you seriously?

Come on, tell me. What right do you have to make me take you seriously?"

As he spoke, Lin Changkong smashed another punch into his face.

Then his fists began raining down on Li Yishan's face as he questioned him with every blow.

"Speak. What right do you have? Speak. Speak! Say something, damn it!"

Every sentence came with a punch.

Li Yishan's head continually slammed into the tree. In the end, even the trunk had been smashed into a dent by the back of his head.

His face had long since become a bloody mess, completely distorted beyond recognition.

But Li Yishan could no longer answer Lin Changkong's question, because by the third punch, he had already passed out and lost consciousness.

Even when he fainted, he still did not understand how he had been defeated in an instant.

Lin Changkong pulled out the horizontal blade, and Li Yishan collapsed into a heap like mud, like a dead dog.

Looking at Li Yishan, Su Qingqing felt a thunderclap explode in her mind. The sky had fallen!

Li Yishan was at the Body Refining Eighth Level, yet Lin Changkong had defeated him in an instant.

How was that possible?!

Lin Changkong turned to look at her. Su Qingqing's legs immediately gave out, and she crumpled to the ground, trembling so badly with fear that she could not utter a word.

Lin Changkong sheathed his blade, lifted his leg over her face, and walked toward the martial arena while whistling.

Su Qingqing did not dare look directly at him. She felt nothing but boundless fear and humiliation in her heart.

Lin Changkong had crossed right over her face this time—this was a point-blank ultimate move.

Yet she did not dare say a single word. Looking at Lin Changkong's tall, straight back, she could only tremble in fear.

Could it be that he had hidden his strength yesterday? He wasn't merely at the Body Refining Seventh Level—he had already reached the Body Refining Eighth Level?

The martial arena.

Nearly all the disciples participating in the advancement matches had arrived. Even the disciples who were not competing, but had come to watch the excitement, had mostly gathered.

At one spot, Mo Yunfei stood proudly. His face was cold and arrogant, and he did not put anyone around him in his eyes.

Zhang Qingyun stood beside him, his face still wrapped in bandages. He stared eagerly at the entrance to the martial arena.

"Why hasn't Li Yishan come yet? Could it be that he hasn't dealt with Lin Changkong?"

He frowned, his voice low.

Mo Yunfei said coldly, "What are you worried about? Li Yishan has long been at the Body Refining Eighth Level. If Lin Changkong hadn't suddenly attacked you yesterday, he might not even have beaten you. At most, he has only just reached the Body Refining Eighth Level. Could he possibly be Li Yishan's match?"

Zhang Qingyun's expression relaxed somewhat.

"Boss Mo is right. It's not that I don't trust Li Yishan. I just want to hear him tell me with my own ears how miserably Lin Changkong was beaten."

Mo Yunfei said, "What's there to rush about? It's a sure thing. Don't worry, I guarantee Lin Changkong won't have a chance to come here.

If he can come, I'll eat shit."

"Will you eat it hot or cold?"

The instant Mo Yunfei's words left his mouth, a teasing voice sounded from behind him.

Mo Yunfei turned around, and the disdain and arrogance on his face instantly froze.

"Lin Changkong!"