The Rogue Villager Chen Erbao

The cold night was silent. At some point, the streetlights began to sizzle before finally flickering out, plunging the entire street into darkness. Only the mournful howl of the wind echoed from deep within the alley.

Chen Erbao circulated Spiritual Qi throughout his body, and the dizzy spell in his mind vanished instantly. But he continued to feign weakness, slouching against the car window and calmly observing his surroundings.

TAP, TAP, TAP!

The crisp sound of footsteps grew louder until a figure appeared at the side of the road.

Chen Erbao focused his gaze and saw a middle-aged man, around forty or fifty, staring intently at him.

The man had deep-set eyes and sharp features. He was clearly not Chinese.

His well-defined arms and thick thighs were prominent, and his entire body radiated a ferocious aura.

"Chen Erbao?"

The man's accent was thick, with a foreign twang.

Chen Erbao sneered. "That's me. Who sent you?"

He mentally ran through a list of potential masterminds.

'Ma Qiming? Or Brother Hu?'

'Or maybe one of the other cosmetics companies in Hongyuan City?'

'Liu Xian is also a possibility...'

'He had too many enemies; he really couldn't be sure.'

The man chuckled. "My name is Chuck. Don't bother asking anything else. Just break one of your own arms, and I'll leave."

"..."

'Where in the world did this guy get such confidence!' Chen Erbao wondered.

But based on what this guy, Chuck, had said, Chen Erbao was starting to piece things together.

'Brother Hu is just a small-time thug; he wouldn't have the resources to hire a mercenary from abroad. The cosmetics companies probably wish I was dead, so they wouldn't settle for just a broken arm.'

'There's only one reason for a demand like this: revenge.'

'And they don't actually dare to kill me.'

'It must be Ma Qiming and Wang Ming!'

After waiting another moment to confirm the man was alone, Chen Erbao straightened up and looked at him with a smile.

"Did no one tell you that I'm a good fighter?"

'Good, just one person. That'll save me some time.'

Chuck was lean, but his aura was imposing. His sinister eyes locked onto Chen Erbao.

"I've seen plenty of 'good fighters.' Let's see how long you last."

Chuck wasn't taking this mission seriously.

If the client hadn't offered three hundred thousand USD, he never would have bothered traveling all this way to China.

As for his target's supposed strength as a Taekwondo black belt, he couldn't have cared less.

'A pathetic black belt isn't even as strong as my apprentice!'

"Don't resist. It will only make you suffer more."

Dressed in a loose-fitting training uniform, Chuck advanced on Chen Erbao.

Chen Erbao gave a savage grin and went to meet him.

Seeing this, Chuck froze for a moment. "You weren't poisoned?"

"You don't know my nickname is the Little Hua Tuo of Jiangnan? You're pretty naive, trying to poison a master of Chinese medicine."

Chen Erbao rolled his shoulders and fell into a fighting stance.

He stood with his feet apart, one hand held high and the other low in front of him, his body exuding a peculiar rhythm.

"Chinese Ancient Martial Arts!"

Chuck was slightly taken aback, his expression turning serious.

"Oh-ho, so you recognize Ancient Martial Arts. Looks like you're not just some old-timer after all!"

'I didn't expect him to recognize my style,' Chen Erbao thought. 'But I'm sure he has no idea I'm also a Cultivator.'

Ever since breaking through to the Qi Refining Fourth Layer, Chen Erbao had been able to extend his Divine Sense. He had never used it before, but out of curiosity, he scanned Chuck and was surprised to detect a faint trace of Spiritual Qi on him.

The total amount of Spiritual Qi was minuscule, however—roughly equivalent to when he himself was at the Qi Refining First Layer.

Chuck's face darkened with anger when he heard Chen Erbao call him an old-timer. "Young man, you have no respect for your elders. It seems I'll have to teach you a lesson."

"Who the fuck are you to teach me anything!"

Chen Erbao couldn't be bothered to waste any more words. He had been in the stance of the Joyful Technique's Fist Technique, but he suddenly kicked off his back foot and threw a Superman Punch straight at the older man's face.

He was so fast that in the blink of an eye, he had crossed the four-to-five-meter distance, his fist arriving right in front of Chuck.

Chuck's pupils contracted. In an almost subconscious reaction, he ducked his head, twisted his body to the side, and slammed his shoulder forward.

BANG!

Chen Erbao's punch missed, and he took the blow to his chest, sending him flying more than ten meters away.

'Damn!'

Chen Erbao steadied himself and rubbed his chest, his expression turning serious.

'I was too careless,' he thought. 'I didn't expect the old bastard to be so fast!'

Chuck was shocked to see that Chen Erbao was completely fine.

'That was the Iron Mountain Lean, a move from Chinese Ancient Martial Arts famous for its immense and ferocious power. How is he completely unscathed?'

'Could he really be a genius disciple from one of China's Ancient Martial Sects?'

He was beginning to have second thoughts.

But before he could dwell on it, Chen Erbao charged at him again, fists swinging.

This time, Chen Erbao dropped the act and fought methodically, using the Fist Technique from the Joyful Technique. His attacks were grand and sweeping as he weaved left and right, circling Chuck as he fought.

Chuck countered each move, parrying the assault for a full thirty seconds before finding an opening to create some distance.

Chen Erbao's blood was pumping. After practicing for so long, he had finally found a worthy opponent!

'Based on what he said, there must be other Ancient Martial Arts Cultivators in the world!'

Chen Erbao enjoyed the company of women, but now that he had embarked on the path of Cultivation, life would be lonely without worthy opponents!

"Old-timer, stop holding back and fight me for real!"

Chen Erbao's fighting spirit soared. Spiritual Qi surged through his body, doubling his speed. His sandbag-sized fists whistled through the air as he rushed at Chuck.

BANG! BANG! BANG!...

A rapid series of muffled thuds echoed down the deserted, dark street as the two combatants dodged and weaved, their battle gradually moving toward the storefronts on either side.

CLANG!

Chen Erbao threw a straight right punch. Chuck dodged it, and the fist slammed into the utility pole behind him, leaving a deep imprint. Before Chen Erbao could react, Chuck leaped into the air, driving his knee toward Chen Erbao's chin.

Unflustered, Chen Erbao pressed down with both hands and followed up with an elbow strike to the chest, blasting Chuck away.

Chuck didn't have Chen Erbao's monstrous physique. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood on the spot, his aura instantly weakening.

Chen Erbao sneered and slowly walked over.

He had figured out the difference between them.

Chuck's experience in hand-to-hand combat and his sense of timing were far superior, but his Fist Technique was garbage, and his raw power was nowhere near Chen Erbao's.

'Even so, lasting for dozens of exchanges is something Chuck can be proud of!'

'After all, this is basically me bullying someone weaker!'

'A Qi Refining Fourth Layer cultivator fighting an ordinary Martial Arts Master!'

In stark contrast to Chen Erbao's composure, Chuck's mind was in utter turmoil.

Just two or three moves into their exchange, he had realized something was wrong.

Chen Erbao's terrifying power, ghostly speed, and agile, ethereal Fist Technique left him completely unable to defend himself.

Facing Chen Erbao's assault, he felt the same powerlessness as if he were facing a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

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