476: Chapter 476 Is One Slap Enough?

Ye Tian looked down at the young girl curled up on the ground, then lifted his head to look at the triangular-eyed youth.

"You just said that fists are the rules?" Ye Tian's voice had turned completely cold.

"That's right!" The triangular-eyed youth lifted his chin, his face full of arrogance.

"Hmm, that makes sense." Ye Tian nodded.

Then he raised his hand and slapped out nonchalantly.

This slap didn't look fast, but the triangular-eyed youth found that he couldn't dodge it at all.

His body felt as if it had been immobilized, and he watched helplessly as that palm grew larger and larger in his field of vision...

"Slap!!"

With a crisp sound, the triangular-eyed youth spun 720 degrees on the spot, then crashed onto the ground. Half of his cheek swelled up rapidly, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and it even carried two blood-stained teeth.

He lay on the ground, his brain buzzing, stars dancing before his eyes, stunned and bewildered.

The two blade-wielding attendants were also stunned; they didn't know whether to swing their blades or retract them, caught in a dilemma.

After several breaths, the triangular-eyed youth finally recovered from the dizziness. Clutching his swollen cheek, he let out a pig-like shriek: "Ah—! You, you dare to hit me?! Do you know who I am?! I am the nephew of the Horned Scorpion Gang leader! You're finished! You're completely finished!"

"Oh." Ye Tian responded, then backhanded another slap.

"Is one slap enough?"

The triangular-eyed youth was stunned by Ye Tian's question, and before he could react, another slap landed.

"Slap!!"

This slap landed on his other cheek, making the triangular-eyed youth's face symmetrical instead.

The triangular-eyed youth spun on the spot again, this time spinning further, rolling more than a zhang away, crashing into the leg of a roadside stall, and toppling the stall before stopping.

This time, he couldn't even scream; he just lay on the ground, gasping for air. His cheeks were swollen high, as if he had stuffed two steamed buns inside, and his eyes were narrowed into slits, looking quite comical.

The two attendants finally reacted, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously raised their blades to slash at Ye Tian!

Ye Tian didn't even look, just waved his hand casually.

"Bang! Bang!"

With two muffled thuds, the two attendants were instantly sent flying backward, crashing into the wall behind them and passing out cold.

The crowd of onlookers fell silent instantly.

They had originally expected to see a one-sided beating, but this young man in their eyes, who looked like he was only at the True Martial Second or Third Level, had actually knocked down the Horned Scorpion Gang members so nonchalantly.

This even included a leader at the True Martial Fourth Level!

"Gulp." Someone in the crowd swallowed hard.

Ye Tian ignored the shocked gazes, bent down to pick up the Mid-Grade Spirit Stone from the ground, walked up to the young girl curled up on the ground, and placed the Spirit Stone in her hand. His tone softened a little: "Take this and bury your father. If anyone comes to trouble you again, come find me at the inn in the east of the city."

The young girl held the Spirit Stone, tears streaming down her face, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, benefactor! Thank you, benefactor!"

Ye Tian waved his hand and turned to Shui Qingdie: "Let's go."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two walked through the crowd and strode away.

Not until their figures disappeared around the corner of the street did the onlookers begin to discuss among themselves.

"What is that young man's background? Such strong strength!"

"Did you see his move just now? I couldn't even see how he moved at all!"

"The Horned Scorpion Gang kicked an iron plate this time, hahaha, I've long found that group of people unpleasant!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, the Horned Scorpion Gang people might be nearby..."

Meanwhile, the triangular-eyed youth who had been lying on the ground for a long time finally struggled to climb up.

He clutched his swollen face, looking in the direction Ye Tian had disappeared, his eyes filled with venomous resentment.

"Brat... just you wait..."

He gritted his teeth and stood up, glared at the crowd of onlookers, and then ran quickly toward the west of the city.

That was the direction of the Horned Scorpion Gang's headquarters.

...

Ye Tian and Shui Qingdie continued to stroll through the city for a while, bought some medicinal herbs and Ore native to the Northern Wasteland in a few shops, and then slowly returned to the inn.

As soon as they entered the lobby, they saw the one-armed innkeeper looking at him with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Ye Tian asked.

The innkeeper was silent for two seconds, then said: "Someone came to deliver a message just now, saying that the Horned Scorpion Gang leader has spoken. He told you to wash your neck and wait; before dark, he will come personally to take your life."

Finally, he added: "The Horned Scorpion Gang leader, Sima Zheng, is at the Sea Transformation First Layer, and he has forty or fifty people under him. Although they are all a rabble, they have the advantage of numbers. If you want to run, there is still time."

Upon hearing this, Ye Tian was not nervous at all; instead, he laughed.

He walked to the counter and tapped on the tabletop: "Innkeeper, is there any dinner left?"

The innkeeper was stunned: "There is, but you..."

"Then save a portion for me." Ye Tian interrupted him. "Braised, extra spicy."

After speaking, he turned and went upstairs.

The innkeeper looked at his back, stunned for a long while, finally shook his head, and muttered in a low voice: "What a freak..."

Then he really turned and went to the kitchen, instructing the waiter to leave a portion of braised pork for Ye Tian, with extra spice.

At dusk, Ye Tian sat by the window on the second floor of the inn, with a plate of braised pork, a dish of peanuts, and a pot of cloudy wine in front of him, eating slowly.

The braised pork was stewed to be fatty but not greasy, lean but not tough, with a rich sauce aroma and the spicy seasoning unique to the Northern Wasteland.

He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, nodded with satisfaction, and said to Shui Qingdie sitting opposite: "The taste is good, you try it."

How could Shui Qingdie have the heart to eat? Her gaze kept darting out the window, worried: "Junior Brother Ye, that Horned Scorpion Gang leader said he would come to take your life before dark, and now it's almost dark..."

"Isn't that perfect?" Ye Tian picked up another piece of meat. "After finishing dinner, it's just the right time to digest."

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Shui Qingdie couldn't help but laugh or cry, but she knew she couldn't persuade him, so she sighed and picked up her chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat, and her eyes lit up as a result.

"Mmm~~ It really is quite delicious."

Time passed minute by minute.

In the inn lobby, the one-armed innkeeper silently wiped the counter, occasionally looking up toward the second floor, his eyes carrying a hint of complexity.

He had run the inn in the City of Buried Bones for more than a decade and had seen countless people come and go, but he had truly seen someone as calm as Ye Tian for the first time.

"They're here." Ye Tian suddenly put down his chopsticks.

Shui Qingdie's heart tightened, and she followed his gaze to look out the window.

At the end of the street, a group of people was surging toward the inn in a mighty formation.

Leading them was a middle-aged man wearing a black short jacket, revealing a sturdy chest.

The most eye-catching thing was his right hand.

That hand presented an unnatural dark cyan color.

He was the Horned Scorpion Gang leader, Sima Zheng.

With a cultivation of Sea Transformation First Layer, he could be considered a figure in the City of Buried Bones.

At this moment, behind Sima Zheng followed forty or fifty people, full of aggressive Aura.

The triangular-eyed youth who had been slapped twice by Ye Tian in the afternoon was also among them; the swelling on his face had not yet faded, and he looked quite wretched.

But at this moment, his eyes were full of smugness.

In his view, with the gang leader personally taking action, that outsider brat was sure to die tonight.

The group stopped at the entrance of the inn. Sima Zheng seemed to sense something; he looked up suddenly, his gaze meeting Ye Tian's at the second-floor window.

"Brat, are you the one who hit my nephew?" Sima Zheng spoke with an aggressive Aura.

Ye Tian leaned back in his chair, looking down at him, his tone casual: "It was me."

A cold light flashed in Sima Zheng's eyes: "You've got guts. In the City of Buried Bones, you are the first to dare to touch my Horned Scorpion Gang's people and still be so arrogant."

"Then I am honored." Ye Tian smiled. "But bringing so many people, are you planning to treat me to dinner? Sorry, I've already eaten."

Once these words were spoken, the gang members behind Sima Zheng were stunned at first, then there was an uproar.

"Damn it! This brat is too arrogant!"

"Gang Leader, let me go up and chop him into pieces!"

"Something that doesn't know life from death!"