112 Chapter 112 (2/2)
\”Okay kids, just follow this uncle outside I'll bring you somewhere safe.\”
All of the kids looked to Zhu that came along with this strange old fart, they looked to him if they could trust the man or not. The boy gave them a nod and a couple of reassuring words.
\”Don't worry, you can trust this Senior.\”
The boy said while trying to aid his injured brother, that was badly beaten on the ground his ribs probably broken due to that last kick he received.
\”Mmm, you're not willing to let the kids go? But the deal was already made young man.\”
The old man spoke up which prompted the kids to look at him, he was looking at the smirking young master. His men were pulling out their weapons while encircling the group some of them standing back in the case that they fled.
\”You think I'm stupid, give me that ring of yours and we might let you live old fool!\”
The kids started crying again, the younger ones hiding behind the older ones the grandpa in front. The old man in question looked at his hand, his high-quality store ring on one of his wrinkled fingers. He moved his hand so that the backside of his palm would face the young master, the ring visible to the youth.
\”Oh, you want this little thing? How can I trust you that you would let us go after I give it to you?\”
The youth was getting more and more confident in his decision, this man wasn't bringing up any outside backing into the conversation. This meant that he probably didn't really have anyone more powerful behind him but still, the old man was getting on his nerves as his tone was quite relaxed.
\”Stop messing around you old fart, hand over the ring! We are done playing games!\”
He nodded to one of his guards, the man charged forward. This man wasn't the strongest from the group nor the weakest. This would be a test, they wondered what the old man would do. Would he use some kind of defensive treasure, would he charge in and try his luck in hand to hand combat, or would he try to run away.
The old man didn't move from his spot at all, he just looked at the incoming warrior. The bodyguard was holding a large saber with his hand, he swung it from over top his head like he was trying to bisect the elderly man that was just standing there. His weapon whizzed through the air, the children's eyes not even being able to fathom the incoming man's movements as he used some strange movement art, appearing like a blur in their eyes.
The kids closed their eyes, they expected to see the poor grandpa getting split in half. They felt the wind pressure from the attack suddenly hit their faces, their hair getting kicked up. But that was it, they couldn't hear the old man screaming or groaning. When they opened their eyes they saw something strange, the old man was holding the saber's tip between his index and middle finger. The attacker's biceps was bulging out indicating that he was trying to push his weapon downward, but the saber wasn't budging at all.
\”Ho ho, how ferocious, this grandpa almost had a heart attack, so fearsome indeed!\”
The old man laughed and chuckled while the bodyguard tried his best to pull or push his saber away from the clutches of those two fingers. The elder then flicked his fingers, the saber that the man was holding got flung upward and lodged itself in his shoulder, blood spraying into the air and the man screaming out in pain.
\”What are you fools waiting for, get that old fart!\”
The young man screamed out, he didn't anticipate the man to be so ferocious but he still had more guards one stronger than the other, they should be able to handle one old man. The muscular men charged at the man that in return slowly walked towards them, his facial expression not really changing.
They attacked him from all directions, they had swords and spears heading for the man's weak spots, the head, the heart, the solar plexus, and even his groin. But before the weapons could land they suddenly shattered into many pieces, the shrapnel heading in the directions that the attackers made their strikes. The sharp metallic parts embedded themselves in the men's faces and bodies, quickly making them retreat and squirm out in pain.
\”W-what are you idiots doing, kill him!\”
The young master was fuming as he saw his men just scatter, wounds all over their bodies the old fart just standing there and grinning. The men tried standing up, but they were seasoned warriors and knew that this elder in front of them wasn't even trying hard. He was probably hiding his cultivation level and could slap them to death if he wanted to. They groaned as their young idiot of a master wasn't realizing that fact yet.
\”Oh, you shouldn't be that quick to murder people young man.\”
Suddenly the youth felt some wind hit his face, the man just vanished and was now standing right behind him. He was holding onto the Xing Clan boy's shoulder while talking.
\”Don't touch me, I'm the Xing Clan's second son! If you touch me my father will kill you and your whole family!\”
The youth turned around, the old man had quite the grip on his shoulder as he felt most of his power leaving him.
\”Oh shut up you caricature of a person.\”
*SMACK*
The young master was slapped on the cheek and not lightly. His body spun around his arms floppy as the youth lost all power in his limbs the moment he received the hit, he made a nice arch and hit the shacks wooden wall and crashed through it right outside. He was instantly out cold and foaming at the mouth, some of his teeth knocked out.