I Break through Crazily

Chapter 20: Chapter 19: Kicked Flying

"Heh, I was worried you wouldn’t show up!" Tang Yi chuckled. He used his Celestial Eye Technique to take a look; this Tang Yonglin was only an Eight-Star Battle Disciple. It was laughable that someone with such meager Cultivation would dare to teach him a lesson.

"Lian’Er, stand behind me," Tang Yi instructed Tang Lian, who had followed him out of the house.

"Okay." Recalling how he had dealt with Tang Jiuzhe, Tang Lian expertly moved to stand behind Tang Yi, looking exceptionally docile. Gazing at his broad shoulders gave her an immense sense of security. She didn’t know when it had started, but Tang Lian had become deeply infatuated with the sight of his back.

’So broad, so tall, so handsome.’

"Damn it!" Seeing Tang Lian’s obedient, girlish demeanor and her infatuated gaze fixed on Tang Yi, Tang Fangzhou ground his teeth in hatred. He couldn’t help but urge Tang Yonglin on, "What are you dawdling for? Get up there and beat Tang Yi to death."

Hearing Tang Fangzhou’s words, Tang Yonglin didn’t dare to delay. He quickened his pace and, in an instant, was standing before Tang Yi.

However, Tang Yi didn’t move a muscle.

Faced with an Eight-Star Battle Disciple, Tang Yi neither fled nor made any move to defend himself.

"Hmph, you piece of trash. You were pretty arrogant just now with the Clan Leader backing you up, weren’t you? What’s wrong? Scared stiff now? If you knew it would come to this, why didn’t you just stay put and be the loser you are instead of coming out here to seek attention?"

Seeing Tang Yi remain motionless, Tang Yonglin assumed he was scared stiff and that’s why he didn’t move. The disdain in his heart grew stronger. ’Trash is trash,’ he thought.

"Tang Yonglin, I think you’re the one seeking attention here. A mere Eight-Star Battle Disciple. If you didn’t step up, you’d just be another nameless face in the crowd. Who would even know you?" Tang Yi’s gaze toward Tang Yonglin was filled with contempt. ’For a lowly background actor to dare pick a fight... he really doesn’t know what’s good for him.’

"A mere Eight-Star Battle Disciple?" Tang Yonglin was taken aback. He didn’t understand the part about ’nameless faces’ or ’background actors,’ but he definitely caught Tang Yi’s disdain. He sneered, "Even as a ’mere’ Eight-Star Battle Disciple, I can still knock all your teeth out!"

With that, Tang Yonglin threw a punch at Tang Yi!

"I wouldn’t be so sure about that!" Tang Yi smiled faintly. With a slight reach of his hand, he caught Tang Yonglin’s fist.

"You!!"

Tang Yonglin was horrified. He stared at Tang Yi with wide eyes, finding it hard to believe.

He had used thirty percent of his strength in that punch, which was equivalent to the Power of a Six-Star Battle Disciple. Yet, Tang Yi had caught it with ease. How was that possible?!

’Tang Yi... Isn’t he the piece of trash who can’t cultivate?’

But it wasn’t over.

Tang Yonglin exerted a bit of strength, trying to break free from Tang Yi’s Binding, but Tang Yi’s hand was like a giant iron vise, gripping his fist so tightly it was completely immovable.

"What’s up with this Tang Yonglin? I thought he was going to teach Tang Yi a lesson?"

"Tang Yonglin, what’s wrong? Did you forget to eat today? Hurry up and hit him!"

"What are you doing? So feeble. Are you two playing ’let’s hold hands’? Fight already!"

Of course, the others who had never faced Tang Yi couldn’t possibly understand the shock and bitterness in Tang Yonglin’s heart.

At this moment, seeing one of Tang Yonglin’s hands being held so casually by Tang Yi, they all thought Tang Yonglin wasn’t even trying and grew displeased with him.

Little did they know, it wasn’t that Tang Yonglin didn’t want to use his strength—he couldn’t muster any strength in his hand at all!

Gritting his teeth, Tang Yonglin got vicious. He opened his left hand into a palm-strike and swung a slap at Tang Yi, hoping to force him to release the Binding on his right hand.

With this palm strike, he used his full strength!

The ferocious palm strike of an Eight-Star Battle Disciple swept across. If Tang Yi were hit, even if it didn’t kill him, he would suffer a Severe Injury or at least be knocked senseless.

This time, Tang Yonglin refused to believe that Tang Yi wouldn’t let go to dodge.

"Interesting."

Tang Yi smiled faintly. Faced with Tang Yonglin’s two-pronged attack and the full-power palm strike from his left hand, he didn’t even try to dodge. He simply extended his other hand and, with two fingers, firmly caught Tang Yonglin’s incoming palm.

The whistling wind from the palm strike stopped abruptly. Both of Tang Yonglin’s hands were now under Tang Yi’s control.

If Tang Yi wished, he could have broken both of Tang Yonglin’s hands right then and there, letting him die in agony. But he didn’t. He just smiled as he looked at Tang Yonglin.

This scene pushed the shock in Tang Yonglin’s heart to an indescribable level.

’He knew just how much force was behind his palm strike, and how little force two fingers could possibly exert. Yet Tang Yi had caught his hand with just two fingers. It was simply unimaginable.’

’He... he’s stronger than me!’

In that instant, a possibility dawned on Tang Yonglin. He no longer dared to see Tang Yi as a piece of trash.

’Have you ever seen a piece of trash catch the fist of an Eight-Star Battle Disciple? Have you ever seen a piece of trash stop the full-power palm strike of an Eight-Star Battle Disciple?’

’How could a person like that possibly be trash?!’

Of course, Tang Yonglin knew this in his heart, but the others didn’t.

"Is this Tang Yonglin going to fight or not? Does he think they’re playing house?"

"So boring. I thought we’d get to see Tang Yi get a good beating, but it turns out this Tang Yonglin is a piece of trash too."

"An Eight-Star Battle Disciple? I think he just boasted his way to that rank. If that kind of strength makes him an Eight-Star Battle Disciple, then I’m a War God."

"Look at that smug look on Tang Yi’s face. It’s so annoying. Is Tang Yonglin going to fight or not? If he won’t, then I’m going up there."

"Go on, get up there! I think we don’t just need to teach Tang Yi a lesson, this Tang Yonglin needs one too. It feels like he’s just messing with us."

"Yeah! Beat them to death!"

...

Tang Yonglin’s heart was filled with bitterness, but he couldn’t voice his suffering. Could he really say it? Tell everyone that he, an Eight-Star Battle Disciple, couldn’t beat Tang Yi?

Or tell everyone that Tang Yi was actually incredibly strong?

Who would believe him?!

Before long, sweat was streaming down Tang Yonglin’s back. A fine sheen of perspiration covered his forehead. Suppressed by Tang Yi, he felt as if he could barely breathe, gritting his teeth and struggling to hold on.

BAM!

Tang Yonglin was finally sent flying by a kick from Tang Yi. His body flew seven or eight meters before he passed out.

An Eight-Star Battle Disciple, defeated after throwing only a single punch and a single palm strike!

Of course, Tang Yi didn’t kill Tang Yonglin and turn him into Experience Value. After all, it was broad daylight, and with so many eyes and wagging tongues around, if he really killed him and word got back to the elders, Tang Yi would be in for a world of trouble.

"You!"

"What just happened?!"

"Tang Yonglin was actually sent flying by a kick from Tang Yi!"

"This Tang Yonglin is way too pathetic. He can’t even beat Tang Yi, who can’t even cultivate."

The disciples of the Tang Family hadn’t seen Tang Yi do anything special. He had just thrown a casual kick, and Tang Yonglin went flying seven or eight meters.

From their perspective, they didn’t see how strong Tang Yi was. Instead, they just felt that Tang Yonglin was a loser for getting sent flying by someone who couldn’t cultivate. If they didn’t know that Tang Yonglin normally had no contact with Tang Yi and that there was no way the two could be friends, they would have thought the pair were putting on an act.