Chapter 1 Disturbance

A dozen or so estate hands carried the unconscious Wu Fang, hurrying back to the Wu family manor, immediately causing a commotion on the estate.

Wu Changui and Wu Zhen were both shocked when they heard the report from the estate hands. They rushed to the main hall and saw the disheveled Wu Fang and the others at a glance.

"What... what happened here?"

Wu Changui asked in astonishment, not understanding what was going on.

At this time, under the treatment of the estate hands, Wu Fang had already slowly woken up, his eyes still seeing stars, feeling as if half of his face was aching to the bone.

While hissing through his teeth, he said with hatred:

"I went to collect debts and reclaim land today, and I don't know where a big man jumped out from, actually blocking me. Without a word, he launched a sneak attack and knocked me unconscious!"

"Why would he hit you for no reason? Could it be that you offended him?"

Wu Changui frowned.

Wu Fang covered his face, his anger irrepressible, and said resentfully, "I treated him with courtesy at first, speaking kindly, but this person was unrelenting. In my anger, I became a little impolite. Who knew this person would be so violent? I just raised my voice a little, and he took advantage of my unpreparedness to attack. It's really hateful! I can't swallow this insult!"

Wu Zhen was also furious and cursed, "It's really too much!"

Wu Changui, however, knew that his third son was usually arrogant, so he didn't believe him completely. He turned to look at the dozen or so estate hands with bruised noses and swollen faces, and said in a deep voice:

"Is that really what happened? What did this big man look like? Could none of you protect my son?"

"That man did attack suddenly." An estate hand quickly replied, "Old Master, that big man was really burly, looking like a bear or tiger at first glance, extremely fierce. We rushed up together, but were instead injured by him alone."

Hearing this, Wu Zhen suddenly had an idea and asked:

"Could this person be called Chen Feng, with messy hair, wearing yellow short clothes, and holding a tree branch?"

"That big man didn't give his name, but he does look like that," the estate hands nodded one after another.

"It's really him!" Wu Zhen was both surprised and angry.

Wu Changui also remembered seeing Zhou Jing in front of the door and said in surprise:

"So it was him… Strange, my Wu family invited him to the manor for a chat not long ago, and was even willing to offer travel expenses to get to know him. We didn't offend him. Our courtesy was quite thoughtful. Why is this person so unwilling to give us face? Third son, did you tell him who you were, that you were from the Wu family manor?"

Wu Fang was puzzled to see that his father and second brother both knew this person, and said dissatisfied, "Of course I told him, but he didn't show any respect!"

Hearing this, Wu Zhen's expression was uncertain. Suddenly, he slammed the table and stood up abruptly:

"He's bullying our Wu family like this, how can we let it go? Third brother, wait a moment, I'll gather the estate hands and capture him, then tie him up and bring him before you!"

He knew that Zhou Jing was strong and skilled in martial arts, and originally had the idea of befriending him, but after this incident, his thoughts faded, and he became indignant with Wu Fang.

After all, no matter what, that big man was an outsider, while the one who was beaten was his own family.

Seeing this, Wu Fang hurriedly said, "Second brother, be careful, this person easily knocked down a dozen or so of my followers. His skills are not bad."

Wu Zhen snorted coldly and said decisively:

"No matter how skilled he is, can he beat a few hundred people? I'll take three hundred estate hands, and capturing him will be a piece of cake!"

Wu Changui shook his head to the side, but did not stop him. He picked up a teacup, took a sip, spat out the tea leaves, and opened his mouth slowly:

"This person attacked first, so we have the moral high ground. Remember to tie up a live one, ask him what his background is, and then act according to the situation. If he has no background, then hand him over to the government. Give the jailers some filial piety and let him die in prison, but we don't need to dirty our hands."

"I naturally understand." Wu Zhen nodded and said coldly, "But I want him to suffer a bit first."

Wu Changui gave a hum, closed his eyes to rest, and said no more.

Wu Fang urged, "Second brother, hurry up, otherwise that man will be afraid of our Wu family's power and will probably run away."

"I'm leaving now."

Wu Zhen thought this made sense, so he hurriedly summoned hundreds of estate hands and was about to go out to capture Zhou Jing.

But at this moment, a commotion suddenly occurred at the gate of the manor.

A gatekeeper ran into the manor in a panic, stumbling on the way, shouting loudly:

"Trouble! Someone is attacking!"

Hearing this, Wu Zhen, Wu Fang, and the others were shocked and rushed to the open space at the gate with the estate hands.

They saw a big man leading a group of timid farmers, bypassing the screen wall, and appearing in front of Wu Zhen and the others. This leading man was Zhou Jing.

More and more estate hands gathered around, all holding sticks, full of hostility.

Zhou Jing, however, was calm and composed, with a tree branch in one hand and a club in the other, his fierce power awe-inspiring.

"It's him!"

Wu Fang shouted, staring at Zhou Jing with resentment.

Wu Zhen was puzzled. He paused his club, frowned, and said:

"I was just about to look for you, and you came to my door?"

Zhou Jing replied casually, "To save trouble."

"...You have quite the nerve."

Wu Zhen narrowed his eyes, secretly amazed.

He thought that Zhou Jing would run away quickly after committing the crime, but he didn't expect him to come to his door himself, which really surprised him.

Did this person not know that there were hundreds of retainers in their manor? What did this surrendering himself mean?

Was he always this brave?

At this time, Wu Changui stepped out of the crowd, stared at Zhou Jing, and cupped his fist in a composed manner:

"This brave warrior, my Wu family has treated you with courtesy, and I ask myself, we have never mistreated you. Yet you injured my son. Could there be a misunderstanding?"

"There's no misunderstanding." Zhou Jing also looked at him.

Wu Changui frowned and glanced at the cowering farmers, and had a guess in his mind.

——This man must be the type who sees injustice and acts chivalrously, and must be standing up for the farmers, seeking justice.

Such people were always trouble. In his view, they were just meddlesome people who "couldn't tell right from wrong"... Everyone lives their own lives, and there was originally no grievance, but they had to create some incidents, and they had their own set of distorted logic.

What he, a local big shot, hated most was this kind of person who disrupted his stable and leisurely life.

Fortunately, however, it was just a reckless man who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. He had hundreds of people on his side, and the situation was completely under control.

Thinking of this, Wu Changui's mood also calmed down a bit. He planned to reason with Zhou Jing, use words to restrain him, take the moral high ground, and then let the estate hands take down this person. He carefully opened his mouth:

"Then why did you hurt my son? Do you think my son's debt collection is inappropriate? I want to inform you, brave warrior, that these villagers have all signed IOUs. It is a matter of course to pay back debts. My Wu family…"

Zhou Jing directly interrupted him, raised his chin toward Wu Fang, grinned, and said:

"What are you babbling on about? That guy dared to glare at me, so I gave him a slap to teach him to wake up."

Wu Changui was stunned and didn't recover for a long time.

This… This person isn't playing by the rules?

You're just being unreasonable. Are chivalrous people these days so wild?

The moral high ground was just handed over like that, so what did you come to the door for?

Wu Changui was at a loss, secretly annoyed, suppressed his anger, and asked in a deep voice, "Brave warrior, your temper is really violent… Then what are you here for? Are you not here to reason with me?"

Zhou Jing twisted his neck and said slowly:

"I beat people from your manor. You will naturally not let it go. You have hundreds of estate hands, and everyone says you are not to be trifled with. But I don't want to be constantly on guard. To avoid you retaliating against me, I might as well come to your door first, kill your whole family, cut off the roots, and settle the grievances once and for all!"

Wu Changui was dumbfounded, everyone was dumbfounded.

He was so angry that he trembled all over, pointing at Zhou Jing and unable to speak.

Wu Zhen, who was on the side, was furious. He slammed his club and cursed:

"It's really outrageous! You scoundrel, you're rebelling! Do you think my Wu family is easy to bully?! I was blind to think that you were a good man!"

"This kind of thug must be a bandit from some mountain! Everyone, take him down and hand him over to the authorities!" Wu Fang directly defined him, his voice leaking.

Rattling—

With an order, hundreds of estate hands who had been eager to try rushed up, and the crowd drowned Zhou Jing.

"Ha, shouldn't you have done this earlier!"

Zhou Jing laughed loudly, charging wildly in the sea of people, wantonly displaying his strength.

Bang bang bang!

The shadow of the sticks flew, sometimes like a hammer, sometimes like a spear thrusting.

As long as an estate hand was hit by a stick, they would fly out and knock others over, breaking bones and tendons.

The estate hands’ clubs hit Zhou Jing, but it didn't hurt or itch—reaching 20 points of resistance, resisting these mortals' punches and kicks was quite easy.

In the blink of an eye, twenty or thirty estate hands were knocked to the ground.

The tree branch had hit many people and had already broken. Zhou Jing simply used a club, like a whirlwind raging in the crowd, overturning batches of estate hands. If the club was broken, he would take a new one from the estate hands.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The clubs swept like a whirlwind. Zhou Jing simply used these estate hands as sparring partners, practicing the footwork and boxing skills of the Gale Style, as well as the Apostle's own "Zhongping Spear Technique," becoming more and more handy.

The martial arts aptitude of Apostle Four was a purple-level genius, and with the auxiliary of accelerated learning, it could be described as adding wings to a tiger.

Martial arts skills rapidly increased experience in actual combat, and muscle memory was quickly formed.

Before long, the panel popped up information about proficiency upgrades.

[【Zhongping Spear Technique】 has been upgraded]

[Current level: lv2- (Proficient)]

[【Martial Arts Style-Gale Style】 has been mastered]

[Current level: lv1- (Beginner)]

Upgrades so fast!

Zhou Jing's eyes lit up. With higher aptitude, the efficiency of learning also skyrocketed, and he became more and more energetic in fighting.

...

When Zhou Jing was surrounded by hundreds of people, the farmers who followed him hurriedly retreated to the side, watching anxiously, but daring not to get involved.

Zhang San gripped the pitchfork tightly, the blue veins on the back of his hand bulging. He wanted to rush in to help Zhou Jing several times, but when he saw the dark crowd of estate hands, he couldn't help but feel fear, and his legs didn't listen to his commands.

He was just an ordinary person, who came to the Wu family with Zhou Jing with a surge of blood.

When he really got there, Zhang San saw that the Wu family had a large number of people and a powerful force. The boiling blood could not help but cool down, and the past prestige of the Wu family came to his mind, making him hesitate and not knowing what to do.

At this time, a large number of people watching the show had gathered outside the manor. Most of the people in the village had gathered, and they were all surprised and astonished, talking about it.

Before long, Li Chun and the three finally rushed over, pushed aside the crowd of onlookers outside the manor, squeezed in, and saw Zhou Jing, who was trapped in a heavy siege but was rampant, and was immediately stunned.

"It's really Brother Chen Feng..."

Li Chun covered his forehead, speechless in his heart.

Brother Chen said he was just going to Wu's manor to decline the invitation. Such a simple thing, why would it turn into a fight? What are you all doing?

Lu Yunzhao was also puzzled: "The Wu family was quite courteous before, how did Brother Chen suddenly get into a fight with them? What should we do now?"

"This…" Li Chun also had a headache.

If he was facing dozens or hundreds of people, then he would say nothing and call on the two leaders to go up.

But there were hundreds of estate hands in the field, and with just a few of them, how could they deal with them?

At this time, Lu Xinniang did not hesitate, drew out her short knife, and shouted delicately:

"What's the point of saying so much, Brother Chen is alone and weak, why not go forward to help him?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed into the estate hands, her figure light and agile, the cold light of her quick knife flashed continuously, and she swiped and knocked over several people between her rising and falling.

Since his own sister had gone up, Lu Yunzhao had no choice. He took off the two long objects behind him, peeled off the wrapping cloth, and revealed a pair of dark, heavy iron maces, and rushed into the battle group.

"What kind of skill is it to bully the few with the many, eat my mace!"

Lu Yunzhao's temper also came up, the maces swung around, powerful and heavy, making a whistling sound.

He strode forward, and the surrounding estate hands were smashed to the ground with their sticks, equally unstoppable, smashing down all those who blocked his way.

"Forget it, forget it… Brother Chen Feng, I'll help you!"

Li Chun was helpless and didn't say anything about hiding his tracks. He shook his hands, and two daggers popped out of his sleeves.

Then he kicked an estate hand who had his back to him, and then turned around, the dagger smeared the neck of a guard next to him, his moves were tricky and vicious, and he also had a skill.

As soon as the three Green Forest heroes took action, they attacked the estate hands from inside and outside with Zhou Jing, and the estate hands were caught off guard.

The formation of hundreds of estate hands was visibly chaotic.

On the other side, Wu Fang had been holding a club and watching from the side. Although he was angry in his heart, he was afraid of Zhou Jing and did not dare to easily step forward to fight Zhou Jing.

At this time, seeing that someone was intervening, Wu Fang was furious. He held the stick and met Lu Xinniang, who was in the lead, and shouted:

"Thief! Dare to stir up my business, take this stick!"

He tried his best to thrust out the stick, the force penetrating the tip of the stick, and the chapters were strict, obviously not a show, but also a real martial art.

Lu Xinniang was not afraid, sidestepped the stab, and the short knife in her hand brushed against the club and slashed at Wu Fang's finger, smoothly.

Wu Fang was taken aback and hurriedly shook the stick, trying to shake off the short knife, but he didn't expect Lu Xinniang's swordsmanship to be quite good. No matter how many styles he changed, the knife body always stuck to the stick, almost forcing him to let go of the stick.

The two broke three or four moves in the blink of an eye, and Wu Fang felt strenuous and fell into a disadvantage.

At this moment, Lu Yunzhao killed from the side. Seeing someone entangled with his sister, he immediately roared like a tiger and swept across the chest with both maces.

Wu Fang quickly blocked with a stick.

Clang!

He was suddenly struck by lightning, and took a big step back. He only took one blow from Lu Yunzhao, and his tiger's mouth burst and spurted blood.

Seeing that Lu Yunzhao was about to kill him, Wu Fang was frightened and quickly took advantage of the force to get out of the way and hide behind the estate hands.

"Who are these people?!"

Wu Fang's face was full of fear. He usually prided himself on his martial arts, but he didn't expect that the three people who suddenly appeared were all good players, as if each of them could easily take him down.

At this moment, Zhou Jing, who was rushing in the crowd, suddenly let out a violent roar:

"Those who are not afraid of death, come over!"

The roar was like a lion roaring, and the sound shook like thunder.

Many estate hands were suffocated, fearful, and hurriedly took a few steps back, leaving a space in the middle.

At this time, everyone was surprised to find that hundreds of estate hands were lying on the ground, and the ground was full of wailing wounded.

Zhou Jing had knocked over a hundred people alone, and three sticks had been broken. At this time, his whole body was fierce, like a beast wanting to devour people.

The talent [Aura of Murder] was continuously released, shaking the remaining estate hands, causing them to tremble in fear, and surrounded him, but they did not dare to easily kill him again.

Zhou Jing got a break, twisted his neck, and took a slight breath, and his strength slowly recovered.

Apostle Four's current attributes were enough to kill in and out of hundreds of people, but it was not so easy to completely knock down hundreds of people. [Aura of Murder] could deter the remaining enemies, which was very helpful to him.

Zhou Jing glared at everyone, then carried the club upside down and strode forward.

The estate hands surrounding him kept retreating.

Under the loss of courage, many guards directly threw their sticks and ran away, like birds and beasts scattered.

Soon, Zhou Jing stood in front of the Wu family and pointed at Wu Zhen and others with a stick and shouted, "Come forward and die!"

Wu Zhen trembled all over, his expression full of fear and anger. He opened his mouth hoarsely and roared in a hateful voice:

"Chen Feng! My Wu family has no grievances with you in the past, why do you want to ruin my family's generations of inheritance?!"

He completely couldn't understand why it would turn into this with just a few words of conflict.

Hearing this, Zhou Jing grinned:

"Your family's inheritance for generations? It's even more blood and sweat of farmers for generations! You have enjoyed the blessings of several generations, that's enough, it's not a pity to get on the road!"

"Madman! Give me your life!"

Wu Zhen's eyes were about to burst, he roared like a tiger, and killed him with a stick, with a posture of dying together.

But the next moment, the club in Zhou Jing's hand suddenly came out like a yellow dragon, as if a spear was thrust out, and before Wu Zhen could react, he pierced his face with lightning speed.

Puchi!

The tip of the stick penetrated the skull and broke out of the brain!

Zhou Jing shook his hand and pulled out the stick.

Wu Zhen's well-nourished body fell to the ground, and he immediately lost his breath. He was killed in seconds.

"Ah, second brother!"

Wu Fang screamed shrilly.

Zhou Jing suddenly flew forward and smashed Wu Fang's head with a stick, as if smashing a rotten watermelon.

Wu Changui slumped to the ground, his eyes wide open, looking at the small mountain-like figure blocking the sunlight in front of him, and panicked: "No! Don't kill me! I still have…"

Bang!

Zhou Jing was impatient to listen to his noise and directly sent him to pay the bill with a stick.

Then he turned his head and looked at the frightened estate hands and villagers, his violent aura surged, took a deep breath, and suddenly roared like thunder:

"The killer, Chen Feng!"