Free Web NovelChapter 102: Chapter 102: We Submit
In an instant, only Xue Gui and Liu Jing were left.
All the security guards swarmed forward, instantly surrounding Jiang Xinghai.
"Even a tiger is no match for a pack of wolves. Attack!"
"Minister Jiang, we won’t be holding back!"
As they cracked their knuckles and stretched, they didn’t forget to give Jiang Xinghai one last warning.
THUD! THUD! THUD...
BAM! BAM! BAM...
In the blink of an eye, the air whistled with their unending strikes, each man hoping to be the one to take Jiang Xinghai down.
However, Jiang Xinghai remained completely unfazed as he faced the assault of nearly thirty men.
「In a flash.」
The sounds of flesh meeting fist and foot rose and fell.
One security guard after another crumpled to the ground.
Until the very last one.
It had taken less than twenty seconds.
"HISS!"
"It hurts! It hurts!"
"My leg!"
"My old back!"
"My God!"
"Minister Jiang is just... he’s unreal!"
As they lay scattered on the ground, the parts of their bodies struck by Jiang Xinghai’s fists and feet throbbed with intense pain. They stared at him with sheer terror, as if they had seen a ghost.
They finally understood the source of Jiang Xinghai’s confidence!
He was a supreme expert!
"Minister Jiang, he..."
Liu Jing, who had been recording with his phone the whole time, instantly froze on the spot.
"CLATTER!"
His phone slipped and fell to the ground.
As for the wiry Xue Gui, the look in his eyes had completely changed.
His expression shifted from initial calm to growing shock, and now, to utter astonishment.
Xue Gui was utterly stunned by the speed of Jiang Xinghai’s attacks and his perfect control of power.
For one, he lacked the confidence to defeat over thirty men in under twenty seconds.
Moreover, ten of those thirty-plus men were already initiated into Martial Arts.
Even as a Ninth-Order Martial Artist, he couldn’t accomplish such a feat.
Secondly, Jiang Xinghai’s attacks were so fast he couldn’t even follow them.
And finally, there was the matter of Jiang Xinghai’s strength.
Jiang Xinghai had only done enough to win, without seriously injuring a single person. Xue Gui knew that he himself was incapable of such perfect power control.
"So, are you finally itching for a fight?"
Jiang Xinghai’s gaze landed on Xue Gui. He beckoned with his hand. "Come on. A match with me might be just what you need to break through to become a First-Grade Great Martial Artist. What have you got to lose?"
"You... you saw my true strength," Xue Gui said, stunned once more.
Then, he finally took a step forward.
Yes!
He was now desperate for a fight.
He had been stuck at his current cultivation level for years, unable to advance. Perhaps, just as Jiang Xinghai had said, this was his chance to finally take that step.
"Come!" Jiang Xinghai called out.
"In that case, I suggest Minister Jiang use both hands."
Before the words had even left his lips, Xue Gui vanished like a phantom.
"Whoa! Xue Gui is so fast!"
"He’s always been so unassuming, I never thought..."
"So he’s been hiding his true strength all this time..."
While the crowd was still gasping in silent awe, Xue Gui was already upon Jiang Xinghai.
"BAM!"
"CRASH!"
"CLANG!"
Three moves later, Xue Gui collapsed stiffly to the ground.
"Your speed is passable, but your strength is pathetic. You still have a long way to go."
Jiang Xinghai’s indifferent voice rang out. Immediately after, two silver needles shot from his hand.
"SWISH! SWISH!"
Before Xue Gui could react, the two silver needles landed on his Ren and Du Meridians.
"HISS..."
Although Xue Gui lay stiffly on the ground, his body was largely unharmed.
Moreover, two strange, warm currents suddenly erupted from his Dantian, flowing rapidly through his meridians.
"In five minutes, I believe you will get your wish."
Jiang Xinghai gave the stunned and speechless Xue Gui a meaningful glance, then turned to the others. "Get up, all of you. You’re not hurt that badly."
Kong Ao, Liu Daxiong, and Lei Hao, the three team leaders, were the first to push themselves up from the ground.
Slowly, everyone stood up, grimacing in pain.
"Are you convinced?" Jiang Xinghai asked, leisurely lighting a cigarette.
"Convinced!"
"We’re convinced!"
"Utterly and completely convinced."
"Thank you, Minister Jiang, for holding back. Otherwise, we all would have..."
Everyone lowered their heads in unison, not daring to look at Jiang Xinghai at all.
They were now completely and utterly subdued.
"THUD!"
Suddenly, Liu Jing knelt on the ground. "Minister Jiang, I... I really don’t want to live-stream myself eating shit."
"Oh? If you hadn’t brought it up, I would have forgotten."
Jiang Xinghai smiled slyly. "You’re a man, aren’t you? How can you go back on your word?"
"Minister Jiang, I was just being arrogant and defiant back then! I was wrong, I apologize..."
"How about this? We can forget about the live-stream," Jiang Xinghai said with a faint smile.
Liu Jing’s expression instantly turned to joy.
But then he realized something, and his face grew darker. "Minister Jiang, does that mean... I still have to eat shit?"
"I’m all for forgiving and forgetting, and I’d like to let you off the hook. But I’m not sure if the guys here will agree," Jiang Xinghai teased, putting on a show of being troubled.
"We can’t agree to that!"
"A gentleman never goes back on his word!"
The security guards on scene immediately started to clamor.
Liu Jing’s complexion shifted from red to ashen, then from ashen to white, finally settling on a deep, purplish hue.
He knew that if he wanted to keep this job that paid nine thousand a month, his only choice was to go eat shit...
