23: Chapter 23 Hot-Blooded Rogue

Chapter 23 Hot-blooded Scoundrels

"Grandpa, Grandpa!"

"You are my grandpa!!!"

Brother Fei did not act as tough as the yellow-haired punk and immediately and straightforwardly chose to beg for mercy.

Fang Cheng let go of his hand, his expression calm, allowing him to collapse limply at his feet.

"Brother Cheng..."

Zhou Xiumei hurriedly hid beside Fang Cheng.

Her Face was taut, and her heart was filled with panic and astonishment.

Why had the usually scholarly Fang Cheng become so strong that he could easily subdue the arrogant and domineering ruffian with just one hand?

"Brother Fei!"

The other two lackeys came to their senses and hurriedly helped up their agonized boss.

Brother Fei tremblingly climbed up from the ground, cradling his right hand, which seemed to be fractured, his gaze toward Fang Cheng filled with both fear and anger.

"Good, good, you've got guts. Just you wait..."

His confidence was somewhat lacking.

After uttering a few harsh words, he stuck his finger into his mouth and let out a " call out" whistle.

Accompanied by the whistle piercing the night sky, a clatter of tables and chairs overturning suddenly came from the nearby food stalls.

Immediately after, a group of youngsters with dyed hair and ear studs pushed through the crowd and ran over one after another, shouting continuously:

"Boss, what's wrong?" "Brother Fei, which blind fool are we teaching a lesson to this time?"

With many voices mingling and a menacing Aura, each of them held folding stools and beer bottles as weapons.

Upon seeing this, the other people around immediately scattered into the distance, fearing they would draw trouble upon themselves.

"Brother Cheng, they're gangsters! Let's run quickly!"

Zhou Xiumei nervously tugged at Fang Cheng's sleeve with both hands, reminding him in a low voice.

"It's fine. Step back a bit further."

Fang Cheng took off his bag, handed it to Zhou Xiumei, and smiled at her:

"To tell you the truth, I've been practicing Boxing at the gym. Tonight is a great chance to test my feel with them!"

"But..."

Zhou Xiumei's eyes dazed for a moment, and she subconsciously took the bag.

Amidst her words, Fang Cheng had already taken large strides, actively greeting the gathering punks.

He raised his hands and kicked his legs, loosening his muscles and bones. Sweeping his gaze across them, he casually asked:

"Is everyone here?"

Standing before him at this moment, besides those three punks, eight or nine more had successively joined them.

"Brat, who do you think you are? Can you take on ten by yourself?"

"Since you're so brave, don't blame us for ganging up on you. Everyone, charge together!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Brother Fei also cared greatly about Face. He first said a few perfunctory words before waving his hand to order his lackeys to charge forward.

As for himself, he quickly retreated to a safe position to avoid being caught and beaten up again.

Fang Cheng raised both fists, striking a steady stance.

He showed no intention of capturing the ringleader first, instead staring fixedly at a punk who was taking the lead and acting the bravest.

With a push of his feet, his figure instantly bolted out like an arrow from a bow.

"Bam!"

A dash step, a side-stepping straight punch quickly cut through the air, fiercely striking the opponent's nasal bone.

The huge impact made the punk's head ring, causing him to lose consciousness from the pain before he fell straight back flat on his Face.

Having neatly and cleanly KO'd an enemy right upon exchanging blows, Fang Cheng didn't show a shred of relaxation.

A faint sound of breaking air rang beside his ear. Sweeping with the corner of his eye, he quickly executed a stepping side kick.

"Clang!"

The wine bottle slipped from his hand and shattered, and the sneak attacker also arched his back like a shrimp, collapsing heavily onto his buttocks.

Fang Cheng's figure didn't pause; following that with a bob and weave, he dodged the swinging pincer attack of the other two.

Then he quickly retreated a step, widening the distance while adjusting his stance, wanting to break out of the encirclement as soon as possible.

But he found that after only a few seconds of close combat, all the gaps around him had already been blocked by people.

This group of punks wouldn't talk to you about Jianghu codes of honor when fighting, taking turns lining up to step forward for single combat.

What they excelled at the most was gang beating in street fights by comparing whose manpower was greater.

Suddenly!

Another sound of breaking air rang out from the back of his head, approaching rapidly.

At that moment, Fang Cheng had just dodged a punk's kick.

He didn't have time to make another dodging movement and could only barely turn to the side, using his arm to block the folding stool swung down at his head.

"Bam!"

The stool, carrying a whistling sound, slammed into the muscles of his arm.

The muffled sound made the onlookers' hearts involuntarily tremble.

They all predicted that this handsome and scholarly-looking young man was probably going to be in trouble!

Zhou Xiumei, standing to the side, felt her heart instantly tighten, her hands twisting the corner of her clothes tightly.

She couldn't help taking a few steps forward, unable to care about anything else in her mind, only thinking of helping Fang Cheng out.

However, the moment her steps moved, her eyes instantly shone brilliantly, filled with surprise and joy.

They saw Fang Cheng suddenly ducking down, using his back to forcefully withstand the punches and kicks of the others while tightly wrapping his arms around the stool-swinging punk.

With a waist-hold body slam, he actually lifted the opponent right up, spun 360 degrees in a great loop, and then flung him out fiercely.

The mobbing punks were forced to back away, scattering in all directions.

That unlucky bastard, however, was flung over three meters away, directly crashing over a barbecue stall.

The scorching charcoal fire ignited his clothes and stung his skin, causing him to roll back and forth on the ground, crying out in alarm for help.

Several nearby passersby were also caught in the disaster.

"Whew—"

Fang Cheng breathed slightly, calming the violent pounding of his heart caused by the instantaneous burst just then.

The pain coming from his arm and back did not cause him to shrink back.

Without a single error, first release, inner content, take a look one by one!

Instead, it made his blood surge and he grew even more excited.

He twisted his neck and started doing small stepping steps with his soles, adjusting his state.

Obviously, he wasn't very satisfied with his previous combat performance.

"This brat knows martial arts! Don't give him a chance to breathe, hurry up and keep going!"

Losing three mainstays in the blink of an eye, Brother Fei's expression changed slightly as he shouted and yelled from within the crowd, directing the battle.

Facing the punks gathering around once more, Fang Cheng's eyes burned with fervor as he silently chanted in a low voice:

"Focus Skill, activate!"

In an instant, his gaze calmed down, and his breathing became much steadier.

The clamor of the surrounding onlookers and Zhou Xiumei's shouts quickly slipped past his ears and faded far away.

Before his eyes remained only a group of baring-teeth figures resembling vicious dogs.

Seeming to realize the advantage of numbers, two punks exchanged glances, took the lead with a loud shout, and charged up in a pincer movement from left and right.

They attempted to replicate Fang Cheng's previous waist-hugging technique to restrict the opponent's movements and let the other brothers attack taking advantage of the opportunity.

But Fang Cheng didn't give them a chance at all.

Quickly lifting his leg and thrusting his hips, he delivered a leaning-back front kick that knocked one of them over.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head to deal with the other person whose palm had already rested on his shoulder.

Grabbing the wrist and turning his back, twisting his waist with force, he executed a single-arm shoulder throw.

That person flew straight over his head, landing in a dizzy and disoriented mess.

Resolving two people in an instant, Fang Cheng was quick-eyed and nimble-handed, intercepting another leg that came flying in with a kick.

Then, taking advantage of the momentum to pull, effortlessly making that punk do a deep split on the ground by himself, clutching his crotch and weeping in pain.

Having experienced multiple actual combats, Fang Cheng's combat experience had clearly grown.

At this moment, he changed his strategy, no longer pursuing the effect of a one-hit kill.

Instead, he used both hands to protect his body's vital parts, relying on the evasive footwork advantages of Boxing to maneuver flexibly, fighting while retreating.

His main counterattacking means were the various Sanda techniques he had just learned.

Front kicks, side kicks, high roundhouse kicks, middle roundhouse kicks, low chops...

If anyone managed to rush into his inner circle, he would immediately follow up with wrist-grab back throws or hook-leg tripping throws, striking and disengaging instantly without ever lingering in battle.

The punks who were thrown flying during this time landed among the crowd, stirring up waves of commotion.

Fang Cheng couldn't care about accidentally injuring innocents, his gaze frighteningly calm.

After the Focus Skill was activated, in his heart there was nothing except combat, and more combat.

The more he used various techniques, the smoother and more seamless they became.

Subconsciously, he even slightly reduced the force of his strikes, wanting to fight the enemies a little longer.

That appearance didn't look like a street brawl; it looked more like he was in a Boxing gym conducting offense and defense drills with a sparring partner.

Or perhaps he was continuously reviewing Kicking Techniques, kicking and hitting the punching post.

Yet the sparring "punching posts" before him ultimately weren't durable enough, dropping one after another in succession.

"Bang!"

Fang Cheng turned around and whipped out a whip kick, striking the last stubbornly standing opponent.

That tall and big-built punk swayed his body like a pendulum a few times and then heavily crashed down onto the ground.

At the same time, a notification message surfaced before his eyes as promised.

[You defeated a group of street scoundrels, Boxing experience + 45]

Fang Cheng took deep breaths, his eyes shining and regaining their liveliness.

Looking at the results of this battle, the expression on his Face revealed both gratification and slight disappointment.

Before he could think much more,

The interface flashed with light, and another slightly delayed message subsequently appeared.

[Congratulations, through diligent practice of your skills, you have reached an impressive degree and successfully mastered a combat-type skill]