Liu Muchun was taken aback; he never imagined that Li Yang's pace was so swift, so incredibly fast.
A vicious gust of wind rushed towards his ribs; Li Yang's palm strike had already landed. His footwork was no match for Li Yang's, and he had no time to dodge.
With his arm bent and slashing downwards, he clenched his fist and slammed it towards Li Yang's cheek. Li Yang's offensive continued unabated, one palm still striking Liu Muchun's bent arm, while the other blocked Liu Muchun's incoming punch with a snap.
He clenched his fist and firmly grasped Liu Muchun's fist. Liu Muchun tried to pull back with all his might, but couldn't pull away. Meanwhile, his other arm also made a "snap" sound, and he felt a splitting pain as Li Yang struck him solidly with his palm.
Li Yang did not unleash his hidden strength, so there was no need to deal with him. His martial arts were not as good as Wu Yong's, and Li Yang's martial arts had improved considerably after defeating Wu Yong.
Before Liu Shengmu could retaliate, Li Yang grabbed Liu Shengmu's fist firmly with one hand and twisted it violently. Liu Shengmu groaned and immediately turned his body around, leaving his back to Li Yang.
Li Yang chuckled coldly and unleashed five or six lightning-fast palm strikes, all landing on Liu Muchun's back.
"Wow--"
Liu Muchun coughed up a mouthful of thick blood, his face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat poured out, soaking his karate uniform.
Li Yang struck out with another palm, and Liu Muchun spat out another mouthful of blood. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, kneeling right in front of Zhuang You.
"Hey! Don't kowtow to me! I don't have any New Year's money! I can't accept a Japanese devil like you as a junior!"
Zhuang You jumped back suddenly, exclaiming "Oh dear!" and teasing him.
"Hahaha……"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Meanwhile, those Japanophiles looked as if their mothers had died! They wished they could disappear into a crack in the ground.
"Sorry, I didn't expect a ninth-dan karate master to be like this! If I had known, I would have gone easy on him." Li Yang clapped his hands, shrugged, and said mockingly.
"It's not a good look to let your guard down in public! Those Japanese devils value the Bushido spirit the most! Aren't you openly insulting them?" Someone in the crowd said with a sharp tongue, their tone mocking and sarcastic.
"Hi!"
Liu Muchun suddenly roared and slammed his head against the ground! Li Yang wanted to save him, but it was too late! Besides, he hadn't wanted to save him in the first place!
With a "snap" followed by a "crack," Liu Muchun's forehead shattered, and he collapsed convulsing into a pool of blood.
"Ah—someone's dead!" The women in the crowd screamed in terror, their faces turning pale. They quacked and cried out like ducks chased by dogs.
Cao Xin and Yuan Taozhi's expressions also changed drastically. Even if everyone present witnessed the private fight leading to death, and Liu Muchun committed suicide, Li Yang would still be in trouble if the matter were to be taken seriously.
"Brother, don't be nervous. I recorded the fight and the Japanese devil's suicide. It was clearly suicide! I'll vouch for you!" Zhuang You said to Li Yang triumphantly, waving his phone.
"That's right! The Japanese devils were clearly no match for him and committed suicide out of shame!" someone in the crowd shouted again.
Most of the others echoed this sentiment, after all, it was the Japanese devils who were dying, who would become a traitor at this time!
Those few pro-Japanese traitors, outnumbered and outgunned, dared not utter another word. Their faces pale, they huddled together, nervously swallowing their saliva.
Li Yang wasn't nervous; he knew he had a way to clear his name and get out of trouble. He walked up to Liu Muchun and carefully checked his breath, finding that the guy was still breathing.
Sighing, "That guy's got some nerve!" I said to those Japanophiles, "He's still alive. Why aren't you calling an ambulance?"
"Ah—okay!" Several people hurriedly pulled out their phones to ask for help.
"Brother, why are you saving him? Just let him die!" Zhuang You said with some dissatisfaction.
"Yes, every Japanese soldier who dies is a blessing!"
"That's right! I'll donate a month's salary to fight Taiwan! I'll donate a year's salary to fight America! I'll donate my life to fight the Japanese devils!" a guy in the crowd shouted hypocritically.
The crowd was cheering, but Li Yang was thinking to himself, "Damn, who would want to save a Japanese soldier? But it's not good to let him die on the ground like this."
Besides, that guy hit his head so hard it was smashed. Even if he was still breathing, he'd already lost most of his life. Even if he was saved by an ambulance, he'd probably end up in a vegetative state or with dementia.
It's worse than death! Hehe, we can't be merciful to the Japanese devils, this outcome is just right.
Of course, Li Yang couldn't say these things outright, that would be too wicked! He could only feign magnanimity and say, "Brothers and sisters! We're not those rabid Japanese devils from a land of tigers and wolves! They're inhuman, like beasts! But we can't stoop to their level, can we? We're of higher character than them, we can't just stand by and watch someone die. It's like if a dog bites you, you can't retaliate by biting it back, can you?"
Everyone laughed when Li Yang said that; he made a good point. Especially when he flattered everyone, who didn't like to hear nice things? Otherwise, why would flattery be such a powerful tool for navigating social situations?
After Li Yang finished speaking, the excited crowd calmed down. Those socialites who had felt hot all over and weak in the knees just looking at Liu Muchun in his karate uniform lost their enthusiasm and began to stare resentfully at their former idol.
How could he be so bad? Is he really that bad? Just a pretty face, all show and no substance? All looks and no substance?
Only those Japanophiles, their minds blank, momentarily lost the ability to think. This group of pitiful, empty-minded individuals, having lost their idols and spiritual leaders, suddenly became like kites with broken strings, without anything to rely on.
The ambulance that rushed up followed quickly and drove away, leaving the passengers looking disheveled.
Li Yang, Cao Xin, and Yuan Taozhi returned to their seats, and the three of them sat in the same places as before.
Just as she sat down, Yuan Taozhi stared intently at Li Yang with her bright eyes, her serene and refined face flushed with excitement. She was about to express her feelings and opinions when suddenly a large crowd of people surrounded her.
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This made her very frustrated. She glanced at Cao Xin, who was smiling but silent, and then, with a sudden glint in her eyes, she leaned closer to Cao Xin, grabbed her arm, and began to ask her questions.
Led by Zhuang You, they all clamored to toast Li Yang and exchange business cards! Li Yang was still a student, and although the power behind him was still quite formidable, he remained very low-key and didn't have any flashy things like business cards.
So, he only received a large bag of business cards from the person, while he himself kept introducing himself.
Some people felt that the name Li Yang sounded familiar, but couldn't quite place where they had heard it before. Seeing how young Li Yang was, almost like a teenager, and hearing that he was a student, they were even less likely to think much of it.
They all inquired where he learned his martial arts and whether he could teach them a few moves. Then came the toasting.
Li Yang drinks every glass of wine he comes to, downing it in one gulp whenever someone offers him a toast. However, there's one condition: any large glass of red wine must be filled to the brim and drunk in one go, downing three glasses in a row!