127: Chapter 127 Barefoot Man Beats Up Shoe-Wearing Man

Feng Xingtong's livestream was already veering into awkward territory. Master Jia didn't seem any more formidable than the high-ranking members of the Celestial Masters Mansion. He had considered himself well-versed in all the sects under heaven and their experts... He had overestimated Master Jia this time.

Furthermore, this sister's style was completely incomprehensible; looking closely, it resembled street fighting, yet it also carried hints of Muay Thai.

He only realized one thing: he absolutely had no qualifications to cross hands with her!

[Zero: I'm dying of laughter, the comparison to "Lecherous Fist" is absolute gold.]

[Cang Long: Who, that person, the Tang Clan consultant, you owe me a computer screen, I just sprayed soda all over my screen. Can I send the repair invoice to the Tang Clan?]

[Zhi Jinhua: You'll receive a "Discount Card for Assassination" from the Tang Clan.]

[Wang Ergou: This beauty isn't just good-looking, she's funny too, I'm a fan. I'll give her a discount on her hair next time.]

[Zhuge Bai: This sister is sharp. Hahaha.]

Although the reason was unclear, the killer move [Flowing Palm] that controlled moisture seemed to have failed for now.

But it didn't matter; he still had his killer moves. Since she didn't understand what it meant to retreat in the face of difficulty, he would teach her a lesson.

He pulled out the three [Dragon-Pecking Awls], which he had refined through the dual cultivation of life and nature, from his lower back...

Mia turned back and said to Feng Xingtong with a hint of apology, "Go check on your Tianxia Association executives; they should be waking up soon. Aside from those few teeth, there shouldn't be any major injuries." After saying this, she even winked at Feng Xingtong.

Feng Xingtong was just about to turn off the livestream, but then, not knowing what he thought of, he hesitated for a moment before handing the phone to a staff member nearby. He then ran off to find the injured men.

...The man in the suit was being supported by Feng Xingtong as they walked toward the lounge. Through his whistling, toothless mouth, he said the most heartwarming words, "Young Master, I lost consciousness just now. You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"I'm fine, haha. I should say I didn't even have to lift a finger!"

"I'm sorry, Young Master. I've disgraced the Tianxia Association. To think that so many of us couldn't stop one young girl." The man in the suit looked a bit dejected.

"Back then, the Chairman thought our abilities weren't enough to go out and complete missions, and we were unconvinced..."

"It's truly laughable. Now it seems we aren't even qualified for security work."

"Oh, come on, it's just a beating, isn't it? That sister knew how to pull her punches. Among the three of you, you only suffered minor injuries—just lost a few teeth. Is it really that big of a deal?"

"To be honest, the three of you aren't exactly top-tier experts, but calling you mediocre would be doing you a disservice..."

"Believe me, putting my own strength aside, my ability to judge people is not bad at all!"

"It's not that the three of you are useless, but that this sister is just too bizarre. Furthermore, it seems like she didn't even use one-third of her strength..."

...The group returned to the floor where Master Jia and Mia were fighting. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and dust; it felt as if a demolition crew had just arrived.

"Is that Jia Zhengyu from Shaanxi? He really is someone the Chairman recruited; his level is extraordinary..." The man in the suit had good eyes and could still make out the situation within the smoke-filled battlefield.

Mia's JK outfit was stained with some dust because her ability to walk in high heels wasn't much better than Sister Baoer's.

Plus, Jia Zhengyu did have some skill; the [Dragon-Pecking Awls] could already be considered crude flying swords, and [Flowing Palm] was a martial art specifically for internal injuries. Mia wasn't planning to kill him just yet, so she played the victim for a while.

Besides, she was being livestreamed. She might as well smear the Tianxia Association while she was at it; she was just killing time anyway.

Inside Feng Xingtong's livestream room...

[Wang Bing: Is this telekinesis? Not much to see here. Is that beauty toying with him? No matter how strong this Jia guy is, is he stronger than Perfected Master Lingyu?]

[Lu Linglong: Please refer to him as "Perfected Master Nie Jiao"; this isn't telekinesis, this is—Object Manipulation.]

[The Three Little Peach Garden Brothers: Whoa? In this Age of Dharma Decline, there are still Sword Immortals? Better take a good look.]

"I wasn't convinced by this Master Jia before, but seeing him now, he's quite impressive. Young Master, what the hell is he using?" the man in the suit asked, confused.

"Object Manipulation!"

"From a very young age, the user must use secret techniques to nourish specific objects with their own Qi. In the end, these objects become weapons that the user can manipulate as they please."

"Telekinesis can also manipulate objects without limiting the type, but the precision is far inferior, and the consumption of Qi is also extremely high."

"In ancient times, Object Manipulators had another name... That was the result of ordinary people seeing their abilities and spreading rumors..."

"They were also called—Sword Immortals!!"

The flying [Dragon-Pecking Awls] were annoying Mia. Although the scrapes on her body and face would heal automatically, the pain was real.

After Jia Zhengyu tried to kill her several times, Mia felt she had underestimated the sinister nature of people's hearts.

At this moment, Feng Zhenghao happened to arrive at the combat area, making Jia Zhengyu even more embarrassed.

He didn't have the habit of checking the Jianghu Inn app and didn't know that Mia could easily teach Zhang Lingyu a lesson. Being fought like this by a nobody in his eyes made Master Jia feel like he had lost face.

Mia jumped out of the fighting circle, crouched on the ground, and gently took off the small leather shoes she had been wearing since the start of the battle.

Her gradient white silk stockings stepped onto the floor tiles of the top floor of the Tianxia Association building, leaving behind the gift of [Flowing Palm]—two watery little footprints.

Then she smiled gently at Jia Zhengyu, "Master Jia, be careful from now on."

Mia's white silk stockings stepped on the cold marble floor, her arch tensing into a graceful curve. Jia Zhengyu's mouth twitched, and the three [Dragon-Pecking Awls] circled around him like living creatures.

"Little girl, stop playing tricks!" He pushed his hands forward violently, and the [Dragon-Pecking Awls] let out a shrill sound as they pierced the air. "Let's see what else you've got!"

The three black beams twisted into a vortex of death, sealing off all of Mia's paths of retreat. Feng Xingtong, who was watching the battle, gasped—this move had once pierced through a half-meter-thick concrete wall.

Mia swept her right leg backward in a semicircle, her body leaning back as if it were broken. Just as the [Dragon-Pecking Awls] were about to touch her throat, she suddenly slid across the ground.

Her soft silk stockings made a faint rustling sound against the marble; like a white snake, Mia suddenly lunged forward three meters.

...The netizens in the livestream room started to stir again.

[Tao Tao: Rubbing my eyes, I think I just saw "Xu Step". Is it really our Tang Clan's technique? I thought it was just a joke!]

[Zhang Wang: You saw correctly. And you didn't recognize "Tumulary Flow" because you've practiced "Tumulary Flow" the wrong way. You just blow bubbles all day. Also, the "little girl" in Master Jia's mouth might be older than his grandmother...]

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of a finger snap exploded beside Jia Zhengyu's ear. He turned his head in a panic, coming face-to-face with Mia's beautiful face at close range. The girl's heterochromatic eyes were full of mockery, and her left hand formed a claw, hooking toward his Jianjing acupoint.

Jia Zhengyu twisted his waist in a bizarre manner, and his hands spewed out spiral-shaped Qi currents, resisting desperately.

"Crack!"

Amidst the teeth-grinding sound of bone breaking, Jia Zhengyu's right arm bent at an unnatural angle. Before he could even scream, Mia's knee had already smashed into his face—a knee strike.

Repeating the same move, this hit was much more ruthless than when she beat up the man in the suit.

Mia's right leg, clad in white silk, was almost entirely stained red; from a distance, it looked like a plum blossom blooming in the snow.

Jia Zhengyu fell backward onto the ground, his consciousness slowly drifting away, and he passed out...

Mia turned to the friends in the livestream room and smiled sweetly, "Little Zhang Wang, when I return to the Tang Clan with Aunt Yu, I promise she won't beat you to death."

[Cang Long: This sister is brave; she's even threatening a Tang Clan elder. Gotta write this down in my little notebook. Can't mess with her, definitely can't mess with her.]

She asked Feng Xingtong for water and started to rinse her stockings (they were equipment bound to her skin, so getting Master Jia's blood on them was so awkward. And it wasn't like Sister Baoer's blood that could evolve equipment...). Then, as expected, something unexpected happened: while Mia was rinsing her leg, the Jianghu Inn app livestream room crashed due to a massive influx of viewers...