A crackling sound accompanied by screams.
Those holding baseball bats, before they could even get close to Ning Beichen, were sent flying into the lake by Ning Beichen's shadowless kicks, with a series of splashing sounds. They fell into the lake one after another as if they were dumplings.
"Good legwork!"
A middle-aged man standing beside Ma Liang shouted loudly, expressing his genuine admiration.
"Wang Shi, can you beat him?"
Ma Liang had no interest in appreciation; he only wanted Ning Beichen dead.
"No problem, Young Master Ma, watch me."
Wang Shi said confidently.
"Good, don't hold back. I want his dog's life."
Ma Liang said grimly.
Wang Shi nodded, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards Ning Beichen.
At this moment, Ning Beichen remained standing in place, as if he hadn't moved at all.
"Kid, your legwork is excellent. If I'm not mistaken, your legwork has integrated the essence of many leg techniques, refining the crude and preserving the refined, showing great mastery. But unfortunately, you've offended the wrong person, and your path has come to an end."
"However, seeing as you're a smart person, if you're willing to kneel and beg Young Master Ma for mercy, perhaps I can put in a word with Young Master Ma to spare your life. Don't make a mistake."
Wang Shi walked up to Ning Beichen and said arrogantly.
"Who are you?"
Ning Beichen glanced at him.
"My name is Wang Shi, a successor of the Jin School's internal martial arts."
Wang Shi said proudly.
Ning Beichen's lips curled slightly; he didn't take him seriously.
He had heard of the Jin School's internal martial arts. It was quite famous among internal martial arts styles, active in the Suzhou and Hangzhou regions in recent times, opening schools and accepting disciples, and it was considered somewhat well-known.
"The Jin School's internal martial arts has always been about justice. It has been passed down since the Ming and Qing dynasties, and its founder, Wang Hai, was a national hero. Its inheritance is not easy. Wouldn't it be better to teach your martial arts well? Why must you aid and abet evil?"
Ning Beichen said to him.
"Hahaha... What is justice? It's just words spoken by people. Aiding and abetting evil is even more baseless. If you can take three punches from me, I will no longer meddle in this matter. How about it?"
Wang Shi laughed heartily.
"How about one punch?"
Ning Beichen said with a smile.
"One punch?"
"Are you so lacking in confidence? You can't even take three punches from me?"
Wang Shi's expression was like a cat playing with a mouse.
"No, you misunderstood. I mean, it will only take one punch to defeat you."
Ning Beichen said.
"Hahaha..."
"Good, good, good. Then let me experience your skills."
Wang Shi suddenly became furious but laughed. This guy had such an arrogant tone, claiming that he, Wang Shi, couldn't even take one punch from him. This wasn't just slapping his face; it was trampling on it.
"Take this punch!"
Wang Shi, although angry, did not act carelessly. He unleashed the most powerful punch in the Jin School's internal martial arts. His fist was like a cannonball, making a roaring sound as it shot towards Ning Beichen.
The whistling fist wind, from afar to near, stirred up a vortex in the air.
The Jin School's internal martial arts focused on strength and ferocity. Once a move was made, it wouldn't stop until blood was drawn; either the enemy died or one oneself perished.
Wang Shi unleashed his full power with the first punch, showing no mercy. Firstly, to teach this ignorant Ning Beichen a lesson, and secondly, to give Ma Liang an explanation.
"Die!"
As the fist approached, Wang Shi roared again, his fist seeming to shatter the air.
Ning Beichen looked directly at Wang Shi's fist, his stance unchanged. When Wang Shi attacked, his arm flashed like a blur, and everyone saw Ning Beichen's fist strike.
With a bang!
Ning Beichen's fist met Wang Shi's. The speed was as fast as lightning. Before anyone could react, Ning Beichen had already retracted his fist. Those with insufficient eyesight couldn't even discern Ning Beichen's movements.
The originally confident Wang Shi froze in place. His face was facing Ning Beichen, but his confidence had completely vanished. His face showed only confusion, bewilderment, fear, and disbelief.
A needle-like internal force surged into his arm's meridians through his fist. With a series of crackling sounds, his arm, hidden within his sleeve, instantly swelled. His skin gradually turned from white to black, spreading towards his body.
With a poof.
A large mouthful of blood sprayed from Wang Shi's mouth. Following this, blood began to seep from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
"Admitted."
Ning Beichen looked at him with pity and said ruthlessly.
With that one punch, Ning Beichen had crippled his internal martial arts cultivation and, incidentally, one of his arms.
Even if his arm could be healed in the future, his decades of internal martial arts cultivation were gone.
Even if he started cultivating from scratch, he would likely never be able to recover his former power. Moreover, how many decades does a person have?
"You... you are so cruel."
After spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, Wang Shi swayed unsteadily and said.
"You brought this upon yourself. If you don't have the skill, don't take on difficult tasks. If your teeth aren't good, don't eat hard food. Go back now, and you can live a few more peaceful years. If you want to die, then I will fulfill your wish right now."
Ning Beichen snorted coldly.
"Good, good, good. You just wait."
Wang Shi gritted his teeth. However, before he could finish speaking, Ning Beichen kicked him, and Wang Shi screamed and flew out. He landed with blood all over his face, trembling, and it was uncertain whether he was dead or alive.
Ning Beichen's expression was indifferent. He had warned him, yet he still threatened him. Did he really think Ning Beichen wouldn't kill him?
"Wang Shi!"
Ma Liang's expression changed. Seeing Wang Shi lying on the ground, he immediately shouted a few times.
"Ma... Young Master Ma, go... don't..."
Before Wang Shi could finish speaking, he spat out another large mouthful of blood and then fainted.
Ma Liang looked at the unconscious Wang Shi, then turned to Ning Beichen, his face becoming even more grim. However, he was not foolish.
Wang Shi's strength was greater than his own, yet he couldn't even take one punch from Ning Beichen. Either Wang Shi's strength was exaggerated, or Ning Beichen's strength was too formidable.
All of Ma Liang's men, except for himself, were injured. Especially Wang Shi, who was severely wounded and unconscious. This made Ma Liang's heart pound with fear.
He was a spoiled young master, but not a brainless one. Even Wang Shi was no match for Ning Beichen, so him, a defeated opponent, going up would be suicide.
"Good, good, good. I admit defeat this time. But Ning Beichen, don't be too proud. I will fight you to the death. You just wait."
Ma Liang gritted his teeth and uttered a harsh threat.
Ning Beichen's brow furrowed, and a ferocious aura appeared. Suddenly, his figure flashed, and he was beside Ma Liang.