Fu Nanhua was momentarily stunned by Chen Ping'an's sudden movement. By the time he reacted and turned back, the young man was already out of sight.
At a critical moment.
It turned out that after making that expression and face, in an instant, the straw sandal-clad youth unhesitatingly began to sprint forward.
After three steps, he suddenly exerted force with his left foot, leaping high into the air, ultimately landing his right foot against the wall of the alley, swiftly rebounding and turning, raising his left hand high towards the man in the tall hat.
The young lord of Old Dragon City leaned back slightly, his eyes wide in shock, his handsome face, as smooth as jade, displaying a complex expression interwoven with astonishment, confusion, and despair.
The youth leaped high, lunging forward, his left hand gripping a shard of porcelain sharp as a blade.
Even in this life-and-death moment, the airborne youth maintained a resolute gaze and calm expression, completely unlike an ignorant boy born in a shabby alley and raised in the wilderness.
The youth's wrist struck heavily against Fu Nanhua's neck.
Fu Nanhua's head jerked, crashing against the alley wall, the tremendous force leaving him dazed. After landing, the youth quickly closed in, delivering an elbow strike to Fu Nanhua's abdomen.
Fu Nanhua did not straighten up against the wall; the youth's elbow strike nearly made him spit out bile, causing his body to instinctively bend.
The youth grasped Fu Nanhua's neck with one hand while pressing the porcelain shard against the young noble's abdomen with the other.
Fu Nanhua found it hard to imagine why a frail boy, shorter than himself, possessed such immense strength in his fingers.
Especially the sharpness and coldness of the porcelain shard against his abdomen made the young lord of Old Dragon City feel the approach of death once more; a thin line separated life from death.
Of course, Fu Nanhua had no idea that a child who had to scour the mountains for herbs at a young age, driven by a stronger obsession for survival than his own, could unleash such astonishing potential.
When that youth had mistakenly ingested herbs and was writhing in agony in the alley, that obsession could even compel a child who should have been studying in a village school to think that even if he had to crawl, he would return home to put the bamboo basket of life-saving herbs back.
Afterward, chopping wood, burning charcoal, making porcelain, digging mud, and tasting dirt—none of these tasks did not test the youth's physical strength and endurance.
Outside the town, Fu Nanhua could casually unleash a bit of celestial magic to easily crush a hundred or a thousand youths, but choosing to confront one in a life-and-death struggle within the town was truly a stroke of bad luck, like kicking against an iron plate.
Fu Nanhua was struck by both pain and humiliation, clouding his mind, his face twisted in rage as he shouted, "If you kill me, you'll be dead too! If you don't kill me, you still can't escape death! You little bastard, you're doomed anyway!"
Chen Ping'an slightly tilted his head, staring at the man whose face was filled with madness, and said, "You know, I don't want to kill you. I have no enmity with you; it's just that you wanted to harm me, so I fought back."
Fu Nanhua sneered, "You little bastard, how dare you reason with me, Fu Nanhua?!"
He strained to emphasize, "Do you think you deserve it?!"
Chen Ping'an fell silent for a moment before asking, "Do you really have to kill me?"
When Fu Nanhua saw the dark-eyed youth, he suddenly calmed down.
With his neck in the youth's grip, Fu Nanhua's face turned red, quickly shifting to blue and then purple. In truth, the youth's grip had not tightened, but it was enough to suffocate a young man to death.
Fu Nanhua struggled to say, "If I say I won't kill you, will you believe me?"
He struggled violently for a moment.
But the youth almost simultaneously increased his grip, causing Fu Nanhua's arm, which had barely moved, to droop helplessly.
Chen Ping'an shook his head.
"What if I swear to heaven? People like us shouldn't make oaths lightly."
Fu Nanhua grew increasingly dizzy; although he longed to smash this bastard's head with a slap, he still tried to maintain a pleasant demeanor.
Unexpectedly, the straw sandal youth shook his head again.
Fu Nanhua, who was finding it harder to breathe, had lost the spirit to bargain and felt inexplicably dazed.
Am I going to die?
Just like that pitiful Cai Jin Jian, dying at the hands of a little bastard?
When this bad news returns to Old Dragon City, will it become a laughingstock for the entire city?
He didn't even have the chance to reach for the hidden mechanism on his jade belt at his waist. The white jade belt he wore was actually a remnant spirit of a ground dragon.
Just as Fu Nanhua was about to be choked to death by Chen Ping'an, a calm voice suddenly rang out.
"That's enough."
...
In the chat group.
Gu Yue Fangyuan: "Do you all have to be so verbose when killing someone?"
Feng Tianyu: "Lord Fangyuan, you finally spoke! The people from Sword Come here just love to ramble; who knows what nonsense they're talking? They're just a bunch of nagging wives, always blabbering."
Qi Jingchun: "Killing has its reasons, but for those who can be killed or spared, then don't kill. If you don't even ask and just strike, what's the difference between that and a beast?"
Chen Ping'an: "Mr. Qi speaks rightly."
Gu Yue Fangyuan: "Then if you don't kill, why not turn and run? With your local identity, he can't catch you, right? Since you've decided to act, then don't dawdle; otherwise, if something goes wrong, you'll be the one who dies. Even a lion knows to go all out when hunting a rabbit; you, an ant trying to shake a tree, still want to hold back? You really don't know how to live."
Song Jixin: "This Gu Yue Dao friend has a point; if Fu Nanhua weren't such a waste, Chen Ping'an would probably have died countless times already!"
Fu Nanhua: "Song Jixin, you're going too far!"
Li Huai: "Everyone, stop arguing. Let me speak plainly: Fu Nanhua is indeed a waste, that's beyond doubt, but he doesn't deserve to die, so Chen Ping'an is not at fault."
Gu Yue Fangyuan: "Stop being so fussy; if this were in the Gu world, Chen Ping'an would already be reborn."
......cut line......
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