Chapter 158 – Grass Clashing！ (1/2)

Chapter 158: Gra.s.s clas.h.i.+ng！

Chen Xingyu is usually someone else's master; he did not like someone else to be his master.

For people in higher positions than him or people who are stronger than him, he regards them as 'father'.

The most he can do is let them be his 'father',but being his 'master' is impossible.

You see, Chen Xingyu has great pride and dignity. Even he has his own integrity.

“Master Yan Xiangma.” A guy chewing a sugar cane gra.s.s in his mouth introduced himself like so.

Chen Xingyu was both angry and happy, initially angry initially then his anger transformed into joy.

Angry that the jerk had the nerve to refer to himself as his 'master'.

He crossed the line!

Happy that he doesn't know who Yan Xiangma is. He has never heard of this man at all.

He's easy to bully!

The current society is exactly like that. If someone irritated you, your first reaction would be to think whether this person could be easily dealt with–it would not be wise to kick a steel plate. Chen Xingyu would never do such a silly thing.

Chen Xingyu's eyes widen in anger, glaring with a cold, arrogant glint in his eyes. “Who is the little brat? To dare to speak insolently.”

Yan Xiangma walked over to Li s.h.i.+nian's side and gazed at the girl's beautiful face and her resolute eyes, asking: “Are you alright?

“I'm fine.” Li s.h.i.+nian said shaking her head. With a smile on her lips, she surveyed Yan Xiangma. Although she was not familiar with this man but meeting an old acquaintance is a happy thing. Tiandu, this city made her felt too unfamiliar, without sense of safeness and security at all.

“I'm glad.” Yan Xiangma's lips curved into a smile, the familiar mischievous grin. “From now on, leave your safety to me.”

“I definitely won't—-”

“It's decided.” Yan Xiangma interrupted Li s.h.i.+nian's refusal, uttering in an imperious voice.

He knows that if he gave this girl an opportunity, she can turn him to pieces. In her mind, besides her idiot brother, there are no other good men in the world—I am clearly more handsome and smarter than Li Muyang by hundreds of times, right? Strange, why do I have to compare myself to Li Muyang? We are not even at the same level, right?

After confirming that Li s.h.i.+nian was not hurt, he twisted around and his eyes swept over Chen Xingyu as he asked with a smile: “you're a r.e.t.a.r.d, right?”

“What are you talking about?” Chen Xingyu was boiling with fury, his hand clenched tightly onto the handle of the sword.

“If your intelligence is normal, you should know that I'm an adult. Also an adult who's older than you. What do you mean when you said 'whose child is that'? Don't tell me you usually describe yourself as a 'child'? This kind of shameless thing, a normal person would never do it.”

“I'm don't hit women, so I can let her go this once.” Chen Xingyu's eyebrows-like-scimitars raised while the sword in his hand swung up to Yan Xiangma's chest, “However, for a ruffian like you, I will not let them off–Draw your sword.”

“You want to kill me?”

“Draw your sword.”

“I see your breathing is steady and calm, and your eyes look determined; you seems like someone who's adept at sword fighting.”

“Draw your sword.”

“Your voice is powerful and not angry; your sword qi is faintly concealed. It seems like you are someone who cultivates.”

“Draw your sword.”

“Also, the way you lift up your sword horizontally with the tip slightly trembling is the standard 'wild geese over the calm sand' style of lifting a sword; you should have a little connection with the Changbai sect. What is your relations.h.i.+p with the Lui clan?”

“What? Are you scared so you don't dare to draw your sword?” Chen Xingyu sneered. He kept his ident.i.ty well hidden, why would his real ident.i.ty be known? How could he show off pompously in front of ordinary people in the future?

However, this feeling of his ident.i.ty being exposed publicly felt pretty good. He liked it.

“What I want to say is–” Yan Xiangma's eyes narrowed looking at Chen Xingyu, his playful expression suddenly turned stern. “Conceited little trash like you who thinks too much of himself but actually has no ability or background, I can handle ten with one hand.”

“Die.” Chen Xingyu thrust forward with his sword, splitting into three strikes that directly pierced towards Yan Xiangma's face, chest and throat, the three strategic locations.

Yan Xiangma stood still until he felt the qi of the sword and the edge of the blade was on the verge of piercing through his skin when he suddenly punched out.

Whoosh–

Red flames erupted like a ball of fire ignited in the sky.

The ball of red flame burned with a shrill hissing sound while a white mist filled the air.