29: Turning against each other

In the evening, inside a reception room on the second floor of the Limit Clubhouse in Mingyue Residential Area, Qiao Yu, Luo Feng, Uncle Wu, and a group of others were waiting for Zhang Zehu to arrive.

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A lean man with a hideous scar on his face, and another burly man with thick eyebrows and large eyes who seemed rather approachable, sat beside Qiao Yu and Luo Feng.

The two were members of the Warlord Level squad, the Fire Hammer Squad: 'Fire Cannon Chen Gu' and 'Eagle Blade Kong Quan'.

"Don't worry, the two of you. Even though Zhang Zehu has been gaining momentum recently, he wouldn't dare act recklessly in front of us. His nephew messed up this time and offended two of our Dojo of Limits martial artists. We must make them bleed heavily to restore the face of the Dojo of Limits and stand up for you!"

Fire Cannon Chen Gu laughed heartily, and Eagle Blade Kong Quan nodded slightly.

After a short while, the people from the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School arrived, and members of the Dojo of Limits and the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School sat down on opposite sides.

Mingyue Residential Area was the home ground for the Dojo of Limits, with over twenty martial artists holding the line, while the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School only sent eight people.

"Uncle Wu, this matter is indeed due to Hu Zi's nephew being ignorant and making a mistake..."

A bearded man spoke with a chuckle. Before he could finish, Qiao Yu slammed the table with a bang, immediately stood up, and roared at the people from the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School across the table.

"Stop your goddamn bullshit! Compensate Luo Feng and me one hundred million huaxia coin each, or I'll butcher that bastard Zhang Haobai tonight!"

Qiao Yu's outburst not only startled the people from the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School but also left his colleagues from the Dojo of Limits dumbfounded.

Luo Feng, Uncle Wu, Chen Gu, and Kong Quan stared blankly with wide eyes.

What kind of move was that? Even with Chen Gu and Kong Quan backing them up to save face, they didn't need to be this arrogant, right?

"You... you have many people... so what?"

Zhang Zehu was instantly intimidated, and his rebuttal came out stuttering.

"I'm telling you, Zhang Zehu! Don't think that all these brothers from the Dojo of Limits showing up are trying to suppress you."

"They showed up because they were afraid I'd be too impulsive and kill you and your nephew Zhang Haobai! What's so great about you, an Elementary Warlord?"

"You can bully me, but you can't bully my brother Luo Feng, and bullying the family members of our Dojo of Limits martial artists is a crime punishable by ten thousand deaths!"

Qiao Yu directly stepped onto the negotiation table, radiating menace, his entire demeanor appearing exceptionally overbearing.

"Well said!"

The martial artists of the Dojo of Limits couldn't help but cheer. Every martial artist has a family, and often it takes the entire family's effort to support one martial artist.

If becoming a martial artist can't guarantee the safety of one's family, then what is the meaning of becoming a martial artist?

"Fine, Qiao Yu, we came today sincerely seeking reconciliation, giving face to your Dojo of Limits, because we didn't want to escalate the conflict over the matter of ordinary people."

"It only costs one hundred million for an ordinary person to become a One-Star Citizen, and you're demanding two hundred million from me all at once? Why don't you just rob me? At worst, Zhang Haobai will be locked up for a year or so. What can you do to me? Do you think the people from my Thunderbolt Martial Arts School are easy targets?"

Zhang Zehu roared back.

After an ordinary person becomes a One-Star Citizen, they won't be sentenced for offending a martial artist, though they still have to be imprisoned for a few months; if they offend two martial artists, they must be imprisoned for over a year.

As long as Zhang Haobai stayed honestly at home after being released, Qiao Yu and Luo Feng couldn't possibly forcibly enter a private residence and kill Zhang Haobai.

The bearded man from the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School, Old Li, reached out and pressed both Qiao Yu and Zhang Zehu back into their seats.

"Brother Qiao Yu, your approach makes things very difficult for both sides..."

The air instantly fell silent.

Qiao Yu snorted lightly, picked up the cigarette box Chen Gu had left on the table, stood up, put one in his mouth, slowly lit it, inhaled, and let out a long puff of smoke.

The smoke could be seen rapidly dissipating in the air, as if divided into tiny specks.

"The wind-up has been going on for so long, it's time to unleash the ultimate move."

"It's difficult, is it?"

"Then let's stop dealing with it entirely!"

Qiao Yu fiercely flicked the burning cigarette butt toward Zhang Zehu's face, and while doing so, flipped the entire negotiation table in front of him, sending it crashing toward the eight people from the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School.

"Bang!"

With a loud boom, Zhang Zehu shattered the incoming long table with a single punch.

"Brothers! Get him!"

Zhang Zehu shouted loudly.

The events unfolded too quickly; neither the martial artists of the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School nor the Dojo of Limits reacted in time.

Behind Qiao Yu, the members of the Dojo of Limits, including Luo Feng, Uncle Wu, Chen Gu, and Kong Quan, all wore looks of utter confusion.

"What's going on?"

"What happened?"

Before anyone could get an answer.

One second, Qiao Yu was seen leaping into the air.

The next second, a Wrathful Vajra descended from the sky, and with a twist of his shoulders, 3,000 kilograms of brute force instantly smashed Zhang Zehu to the ground.

Humans are different from monsters; they lack powerful, rough skin protection. Even though Zhang Zehu was already at the Elementary Warlord realm, taking Qiao Yu's sudden two heavy blows made his stomach churn, his throat sweeten, and he couldn't stop vomiting blood.

The other seven members of the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School reacted, and without hesitation, used their respective moves, striking toward Qiao Yu.

But the entire reception room was already covered by Qiao Yu's Spores.

With the assistance of Spore Perception, Qiao Yu was equivalent to having Microscopic Level Movement Technique, effortlessly dodging everyone's attacks.

He could also counterattack by exploiting their openings.

His legs sometimes swept like steel whips, and sometimes his toes swung like grappling hooks, every move and strike like an eviscerating cannonball.

The members of the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School had inhaled quite a few Spores into their lungs during the negotiation. When they tried to exert force, they found that their stamina, speed, and even neural reaction speed were greatly reduced, making them feel like they were back in high school as trainees.

In the blink of an eye, the members of the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School were scattered and collapsed everywhere. For a moment, wails, coughs, and groans were incessant.

"Is, is this still a human?"

"Is Qiao Yu really just Warrior level?"

"Zhang Zehu is Advanced Warrior Level, and the worst of the other seven is a Mid-Level Warrior. They were all knocked down in just a few seconds?"

Behind Qiao Yu, the dozen or so people from the Dojo of Limits were truly stunned this time.

Before Qiao Yu knocked down the people from the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School, they might have held some dissatisfaction regarding Qiao Yu's impulsive behavior.

But after just a few seconds, the scale of victory tipped entirely toward the Dojo of Limits.

If Luo Feng had previously seen Qiao Yu handling the Tiger Mastiff pack with ease, the feeling was not as shocking as this.

But having witnessed it firsthand now, he had to admit defeat; anyone would say, "This is a master!"

Qiao Yu clasped his hands behind his back and spat on the ground.

"What caliber are you, to dare negotiate terms with me?"

"Not only can I butcher Zhang Haobai, I can butcher all of you too!"