Chapter 270 (1/2)

Noodles (2)

To determine if a person could defeat his opponent, you shouldn’t only look at his strength but also his wisdom, even his determination during the fight.

Forget wisdom, even in terms of his fighting spirit, this little tyrant of a commander had already lost in that area.

However, at this moment, Ye Lang did not have seventh brother by his side, neither did he have Ye Lanyu. He had no one but a crowd of untrained refugees. What was he to do?

Ye Lang didn’t move- perhaps more specifically, he didn’t move his body. His other parts were still moving, like his hands, his mouth…

He was still chewing his noodles.

While the commander charged directly at him with such powerful douqi, everyone couldn’t believe Ye Lang was still there eating noodles. They broke out in cold sweat, privately screaming ‘He’s finished, he’s done for!’

“Sir…” shouted the refugees worriedly. He couldn’t approach because his douqi had shoved everyone aside.

Some of them couldn’t bear to see Ye Lang get beaten into a pulp, so they turned their heads or shut their eyes…

“Slurp….” They could still hear him slurping his noodles.

“Aaargh….”

The commander roared, douqi rippling around him like a balloon. It was magnificent. A thunderous punch was thrown at Ye Lang in an elbow’s distance away…

“Slurp…”

“THUD” A heavy, dull sound of a collision.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh…” A shriek of agony.

The ones who closed their eyes or looked away all thought Ye Lang was finished. It was a pity, they sighed, the young man looked like a good person. It was a pity he had to die so soon.

However, very soon, their sadness turned into confusion because they heard another sound.

“Slurp…

Wait, wasn’t that the sound of him slurping his noodles? Why was it still happening? Did that tyrant take his noodles? But that seemed unlikely.

Therefore, these people turned their heads back, opened their eyes. They looked towards where Ye Lang had been and then stood in shock like the rest of the people who’d been watching since the beginning.

“What’s going on? Where’s the commander?”

The people who’d missed the collision asked the rest who’d been watching all along. However, these people could only tell them something very unbelievable.

“At the very last moment, before he hit, that pretty girl suddenly punched him and sent the commander flying.”

That was what most people described. While they each expressed it a little differently, they all meant the same, that Little Xin, the one sitting with Ye Lang, punched the commander.

“So that’s why the gentlemen dared travel alone, she’s amazing!” the refugees finally understood.

And it was unfortunate for the commander too, to underestimate Little Xin next to Ye Lang. He made many other mistakes too. Perhaps he’d been shut in this little town for too long, too used to being arrogant and severely underestimated his opponents.

To be honest, Ye Lang would’ve been able to destroy the commander without Little Xin, using his pistols. However, he was eating so his hands were full. Using Little Xin or the pistols would have the same effect anyway- and Little Xin was more convenient.

This time, Ye Lang could more accurately comment on the commander’s capabilities: he had the potential to be an expert in Earth attributes but he couldn’t defeat a Level 7 fighter. His weaknesses would just be open for all to see.

This incident taught Ye Lang that a master with no desire for improvement could never be considered a master!