Chapter 293: Chapter 68 Hold it for me
Two representatives of the younger generation within the high-ranking circles, Gaoling Ze and Donatello, were present at the scene, with Gaoling Ze being the main involved party in this incident.
The three people from the other side, though fewer in number, had no intention whatsoever of coming to a compromise solution.
Instead, at the first sign of disagreement, they immediately resorted to violence.
What was this about!?
Beishan Xinyue was so angry that her chest heaved up and down. To attack with such brazenness at Star Curtain Auction—did they really have no reservations at all?
The current situation had exceeded her estimations.
A group of bodyguards were sent flying, and those two young adults actually possessed extraordinary fighting power!
Even White Hair possessed such combat prowess.
Hearing the words of the Fighting Master beside her, Gaoling Ze then saw a figure flash by his side, charging right in.
A tough nut to crack?
Hmph, Yu Haitian had been the third-place winner in the consecutive Blue Capital Star Fighting Championships.
A level 20 physique standard was nothing; his three A-level Fighting Skills were the real root of his fame.
Kid, you dare to start trouble with me here, then don’t expect to walk away in one piece today.
Angrily, Gaoling Ze’s mentality was now somewhat distorted with rage.
The moment Yu Haitian took off, Mu Fan’s attention was drawn by that fierce momentum, the extreme transition from stillness to motion, unmistakably revealing the silent but formidable man’s strength.
Mu Fan turned his head slightly, decisively saying, “Retreat to the corridor.”
Then his hands slowly rotated inward, clenched fiercely.
Crack!
Mu Fan was serious.
His eyes were locked tightly on Yu Haitian’s movements.
His hands were shifting rapidly!
The attacks shifted amid palms, fists, and fingers, each transformation of style and strength different from the last.
Here it comes!
Mu Fan took a deep breath, crossed his arms, ready to withstand the blow, as he was responsible for proteccting Bai Guyue, the Medicinal Plant Master tasked with refining the Heart-locking Grass!
Yu Haitian was thirty-seven years old this year, with 25 years of experience in fighting. From the age of twelve, he was sent by his father to the Martial Arts Hall, serving two years as a sparring partner, and then during a sparring match, he was used as cannon fodder to test the waters by the hall master, only to unexpectedly knock down three opponents in a row!
Thus began his journey in the world of fighting. Over twenty years of experience had made him extremely cunning. Seeing Mu Fan’s swift and steady move, Yu Haitian, who was mid-sprint, glanced over and saw White Hair who had just kicked someone away, quickly making a decision in his mind.
Mu Fan took a step forward, his crossed arms colliding with Yu Haitian’s punches.
Hmph, too green!
Yu Haitian swung his left hand at a harsh angle towards Mu Fan.
Mu Fan exerted force through his hands.
But just by a hair’s breadth, Yu Haitian’s left hand brushed Mu Fan’s arm, pressing heavily on the ground.
The whole person leveraged that force to somersault sideways, legs together, drilling towards White Hair like a whirling water dragon.
Just as White Hair had retracted his leg and was about to kick out again, enjoying the thrill of the beatdown, he heard a sharp gust of wind by his ear.
“Damn! Bitch!”
At this moment, his kick was too far extended to retract, but the sharp sound of the wind was targeting right behind his right ear.
The timing of this move was impeccable, leaving him virtually no room to dodge.
Staring blankly upwards, then clenching his eyes shut, White Hair gritted his teeth and pushed downward.
Vertical split!
Clang!
A perfect split, White Hair sat split-legged on the ground.
A figure darted overhead.
Missed!
Beishan Xinyue covered her surprised red lips with her hand. White Hair actually had such responsiveness, which did not match his casual and carefree demeanor during the auction.
Mu Fan’s gaze moved towards Yin Shuai. Good, no issues…
With a cold downward gaze, he dominated with a powerful split.
White Hair’s momentum was simply more formidable than even Mu Fan’s.
Across from him, Yu Haitian got up with an offensive stance and frowned at Yin Shuai, puzzled as to how both men could be so strong.
Then a soul-piercing moan sounded.
“Ah~~~”
Then his face contorted as if he’d overturned a bottle of mixed flavors, finally managing to force his eyes open, with tears streaming down his face, a tremor in his voice, “Hiss~~it hurts! My legs, down there… Oh, oh… how can you torment a handsome guy like this, where is your humanity?”
It turned out to be a coincidence, as his legs hadn’t been fully stretched at all, and with that hard split coming down, the tendons were probably about to snap.
Yu Haitian pulled back his left fist, now preparing to kick White Hair unconscious completely, then deal with that kid afterwards.
It was supposed to be a serious situation, so why the urge to laugh? Beishan Xinyue watched the clownish figure of White Hair on the ground, feeling no desire to sympathize with what seemed to be the weaker side.
“Hmph, where did your earlier arrogance go? Get up from the ground.”
Gaoling Ze was all smiles, seeing White Hair in such pain that he couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
“You think I’ll get up just because you tell me to? Let me tell you, I’m not moving without two thousand.”
Beishan Xinyue looked at White Hair, puzzled, wondering what he meant.
Then, she saw one of her black-clad bodyguards suddenly snort and then forcibly swallow it down, his face twitching as he struggled not to laugh.
“What does that mean?”
Beishan Xinyue whispered.
“Scamming for compensation.”
Another poker-faced bodyguard added; he had wanted to laugh but had just managed to suppress it.
At this moment, the sexy and enchanting lady was utterly impressed by White Hair, who still remained sprawled on the ground. How bold was his heart, to not realize who he had provoked?
“Hard-mouthed, Uncle Yu, he’s all yours.”
The burly man beside her nodded, remained silent, stomped his left foot and surged forward once again, aiming a ruthless kick at White Hair on the ground without any hint of mercy.
“This one, I can’t handle, Mu Fan, he’s yours.”
White Hair, who had been wailing, rolled on the spot and retreated several circles until he sat up behind Mu Fan.
“That scared the life out of me.”
He rolled away so quickly that he wasn’t caught by Yu Haitian’s fierce kick.
Now, Yin Shuai and Bai Guyue had both retreated into the hallway.
At the hallway’s end, connecting to the main hall… only one person remained.
Mu Fan!
“Now there’s only one left, I don’t know where you’re from, but today, you’re probably going to have it worse than those two.”
With hands gently extended forward, two rows of black-clad bodyguards crowded in ominously behind him.
Now, only the strongest of the three was left. Yu Haitian’s right elbow rose, his muscles visibly bulging, and he began to crouch down, gathering strength in his legs.
Heavy Hammer!
One of the Federation’s Grade A Fighting Skills.
This move was extremely brutal; there were only two possible outcomes with a single strike.
Death or severe injury!
Everyone looked mockingly at the well-dressed and composed youth, who massaged his wrist with the same casual expression.
Probably the next second his face would be bloodied, yet he still managed to keep his cool, earning their grudging respect.
Donatello whispered to someone beside him, “It’s about to end, I have no idea where he’s from, but he has directly got on Gaoling Ze’s bad side, no clue what he was thinking.”
The people beside laughed along; they’d often encountered such scenarios themselves. These three were about to fall today, and that little beauty inside sure was drool-worthy. Seems like Gaoling Ze would get the goods.
Beishan Xinyue had already quietly sent a message to her uncle in Zhongjing City; no matter what, Star Curtain Auction couldn’t have any issues today.
She prayed these few could hold on a little longer.
At that moment, the composed and dignified young man began to slowly undo his topshirt.
What was he about to do?
“Holy shit, he’s undressing?” White Hair sat on the floor behind him, wide-eyed. What rhythm was this?
“Hold this for me.”
The black, high-quality fabric suit was gently tossed behind him, and White Hair subconsciously caught it.