Chapter 16

There were billions of living beings in the universe, and many of them had a unique physique that not even Lin Wuchen knew of.

The bearded man's stick had caused blood to ooze out of the young man's back. It seemed that he was seriously injured. Some onlookers were gesticulating, and some timid faces showed worry. Many people were eager to try.

"Let me..."

An old man walked forward from the crowd. However, right after he took a step forward, he was stopped by an old lady beside him.

"Old Hu, are you crazy? What are you doing?" The old lady grabbed the old man's arm and refused to let him go.

"This guy cheated us of our money. I'll expose him."

Old Hu pushed the old woman's hand away, walked over, picked up a wooden stick, and gently knocked on a stool. Obviously, he wanted to check the wooden stick. There might be something fishy, but he found that the stick was very solid and a little thicker than ordinary wooden stick. Obviously, there was no problem with it.

But Old Hu was not willing to give up. He checked the bench that the young man was lying on and found nothing wrong with it.

The old lady shouted, "Old Hu, don't make a fool of yourself. Get back here."

Old Hu glared at the old woman. "That's none of your business."

The sales boy was a little embarrassed, and politely cupped his hands to Old Hu, "Uncle, are you sure you want to try?"

"Are you afraid? Boy, if you're afraid, then admit defeat right away and apologize to everyone."

Old Hu misunderstood, thinking that the young man was guilty. He was even more certain that there was something fishy going on.

"Since you wants to give it a try, then let's begin." As the youth spoke, he directly laid down on the bench.

Xia Chuan took a look. Even though the young man's back was still covered in bruises, more than half of the blood clots had vanished. In just a few breaths of time, the young man's recovery ability was obviously unusual, and it was very likely that it was some sort of special constitution.

Old Hu reminded him, "Boy, think about it carefully. I'm not like the previous shills. If I hit you with my stick, you'll be disabled even if you don't die."

"Uncle, don't worry. Do your best." The youth climbed onto the bench with a completely unconcerned expression.

At the critical moment, Old Hu was in a dilemma. He held the wooden stick and stood by the young man's side, hesitating.

"Fight..."

"Hurry up and call..."

"If you don't have the balls, come down quickly..."

"..."

Many people around who were watching the fun urged loudly.

Mr. Hu blushed and said loudly, "Then I won't stand on ceremony. You asked for it."

"Uncle, don't worry. I'll be fine."

The young man's words were very harsh to Old Hu's ears.

Old Hu gritted his teeth and smashed the wooden stick on the young man's back with both hands.

Ah...

The old woman cried out in fear and covered her eyes, not daring to look straight at him.

When Old Hu swung the rod, the rod did not break. Evidently, he wasn't strong enough, but he could clearly feel the rod smashing against the youth's back.

Old Hu glanced over at the young man with lingering fear in his eyes, and he noticed that the young man's back was covered with a bruise.

Old Hu asked with a trembling voice, "Are... are you alright?"

The young man stood up safe and sound and smiled at Old Hu. "Uncle, I'm fine."

Old Hu breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that you're fine."

With that, Old Hu turned around and left. But the onlookers could not take it anymore...

"Don't run, old man. Give me the money..."

"Hurry up and pay up, 10 gold coins..."

"This old man wants to run away. Young man, stop him quickly..."

"..."

When Old Hu heard this, he remembered that he had to pay. However, he didn't have ten gold coins. After rummaging around his body for a long time, he only found five silver coins.

"This old man wants to go back on his word..."

"Don't let him escape..."

The crowd was so angry that Old Hu felt embarrassed. He yelled at the old woman, "Give me the money pouch!"

The old woman panicked. She took the pouch off her waist and hid it behind her back. "No, this is money for treating my son."

"Pay..."

"Hurry up and pay..."

As long as it was none of their business, it would naturally be best for the bystanders to be as lively as possible.

Old Hu walked towards the old lady with a black face and snatched the coin pouch from the old lady's hands without saying a word.

The old woman's coin bag was taken away. She squatted down and cried. "You old man, you won't die. You have to show off. This is the money for my kid's treatment."

"What are you crying about?" Old Hu snapped. "I'll go into the mountains later to pick some herbs, and I'll make the money back."

After saying that, Old Hu ignored the old lady and poured out all the money in the pouch. He counted the money carefully with an uncertain expression on his face. Apparently, it was still not enough for ten gold coins.

Old Hu took a deep breath and turned to the young man. "One gold coin more."

Old Hu handed the money bag to the young man.

The young man didn't take it. He said softly with a bit of embarrassment, "Uncle, take this money back. I don't want it anymore."

"I'm a man of my word. I'm not a sore loser. One more gold coin and you can hit me with the stick." As he said this, he straightened his back.

"Old Hu, do you want to die?" The old lady was anxious and came forward to pull him.

The young man was embarrassed. "Uncle, take this money back. I can't accept it or hit you."

Old Hu couldn't help but feel a wave of rage, and he said loudly, "Then what do you intend to do?"

The young man just didn't want to charge Old Hu because he saw that it was not easy. Unexpectedly, Old Hu responded like this, and he was speechless for a moment. "I... I don't want to do anything..."

"I'm not a sore loser. I admit defeat today." As he spoke, he threw the coin bag into the bowl and said loudly, "I'm missing one gold coin. Come to Hu Village outside the city. Everyone in village knows me."

After saying that, Old Hu pulled the old lady and turned to leave.

The young man shouted, "Uncle, I don't want your money..."

But the old man ignored him and left without looking back.

Xia Chuan shook his head. A young man who wasn't familiar with the ways of the world couldn't communicate with an old man with such a straightforward temper.

The youth was also a bit speechless, but since the old Hu had already left, he could only drop the matter.

After this farce, the youth was no longer in the mood to show off his skills. He cupped his fists at everyone and said, "Thank you for your support. I still have something to do today, so I will close the stall first."

After saying that, the young man was about to clean up the gold coins in the bowl, and the crowd began to disperse.

"Wait a minute..."

As his voice fell, a man in his mid-20s came out. He wore a splendid robe and a proud look.

This man was someone Xia Chuan knew. He was the son of one of the Qingyang City's three big families, the Huang Family's Master. His name was Huang Can. Xia Chuan had seen Huang Can during the competition and recognized him at first glance.

There was also a servant by Huang Can's side. The servant also had a look of disdain on his face as he looked at the youth selling skills.

The youth that sold skills cupped his fist towards Huang Can and politely said, "Young Master, may I know what advice you have?"

"Don't hurry to clean up. Let me see how tough your bones are."

Huang Can extended a hand as he spoke, a servant beside him picked up a wooden stick and handed it to him. Huang Can waved the wooden stick and tested the strength.

"Young Master, I'm truly sorry. I've already cleaned up the mess today." The youth was able to discern that Huang Can's origins were extraordinary, so he didn't want to cause trouble.

Huang Can's subordinate berated, "Stinky brat, you came to our Qingyang City to swindle money, it won't be so easy to leave."

"I sold my skills fairly, and I didn't cheat you of your money. Everyone here can testify for me."

When the youth selling skills heard the servant say that he cheated them of their money, he was a little unhappy.

"If you want to prove that you didn't swindle money, let our young master beat you with a stick. If you want to escape, heh heh, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave this Qingyang City." The servant's face was full of arrogance as he laughed.

"You want to use your strength to bully others? You've found the wrong target. I'm not afraid of you."

The youth selling skills clenched his fists and made a desperate gesture.

"Isn't this forcing a sale..."

"Shame on you. Bullying a foreign young man is nothing..."

"..."

Although the bystanders saw that Huang Can wasn't someone to be trifled with, there were still a few bold ones who stood up for the youth who was displaying his skills.

Huang Can glared at the servant, "Get the hell out of the way."

The servant was so frightened that he could only bow and stand to the side.

Huang Can then turned to the youth selling skills, "Aren't you selling skills? Let's go by the rules, I'll give you a cane. If you can stand up, then these notes are yours."

Huang Can took out two silver bills and placed them on the bench, precisely 200 gold coins.

"I don't have that much money." The youth looked at the two hundred gold notes and seemed reluctant to part with them.

"Haha... Boy, if you lose, I don't want the money, but you must sell yourself to my family and be my servant. How about that?"

Huang Can proudly looked at the youth selling the skills.

Xia Chuan peered at Huang Can. The latter's cultivation was already at the peak of the Martial Expert Realm, and his aura was even a little stronger than Ye Wudao's. The blow from the staff weighed at least 1,500 kilograms. Although the boy who was selling skills had a strong recovery ability, he was not a Martial after all, so it was difficult for him to withstand the power of Huang Can's blow.

"Okay..."

The youth selling skills looked at the silver bills on the bench and agreed after hesitating for a moment.

Xia Chuan saw that the art seller was simple and pure. His attitude towards Old Hu was also kind and natural. He was not pretentious at all, so he immediately had a good impression of the young man. He was wondering if he should remind the young man, but he didn't expect that the young man would agree first.

Huang Can chuckled, "Heh heh, not bad. You've got some guts..."

"Let's begin..."

After he finished speaking, the youth leaned on the bench and pressed the silver bills under his body.

Huang Can held the wooden stick and walked to the side of the young man, and a wisp of a ruthless expression appeared on his face...

Xia Chuan stared at Huang Can. He saw Huang Can holding the staff with both hands, his true Qi circulating within his arms. Veins bulged on his arms, and his muscles were filled with explosive power.

If it'd been an ordinary person, their spine would've shattered if it'd been a light blow, becoming crippled throughout their entire lives, or dying if it'd been a heavy blow.

Although the body of this youth was different from ordinary people, there shouldn't be any danger to his life, but he might not be able to stand up.

Xia Chuan couldn't help but worry for the boy, but since both parties were willing, he couldn't stop them.

Huang Can circulated his True Energy to the extreme. With a loud shout, he raised the wooden stick with both hands and fiercely smashed it on the youth's back.

"Bang..." With a muffled sound, the wooden stick in Huang Can's hand was directly shattered into countless bits of wood that flew out in all directions. The bench under the young man was unable to endure the enormous force and broke from the middle.

The young man's back was smashed into a deep depression, his body heavily smashed into the ground along with the bench, producing an expanse of dust. With the young man at the center, the dust began to spread in all directions.

The spectators were shocked by the imposing aura of this rod to the point of retreating repeatedly, and the surroundings were deathly silent while the gazes of everyone converged onto the youth that was selling techniques.

The dust slowly dispersed, and the skin and flesh on the back of the youth exploded. The flesh and blood were in a mess. Some broken pieces of wood were inserted in the blurred flesh, which looked very frightening.

On the other hand, the youth that sold skills lay motionless on the ground, and it was unknown if he was dead or alive.

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