"What explanation? What explanation can you offer? You're nothing but a good-for-nothing!"
"This person's head must be seriously messed up, otherwise, how could they say such a thing?"
The crowd continued to jeer, not taking Mu Feng seriously at all.
The burly man slowly walked over, giving him a middle finger. "Kid, do you know who we are? How dare you speak such big words?"
Mu Feng shook his head. "I'm not interested in your identities. All I know is that you took my money and didn't do the job!"
"Since that's the case, you're not qualified to know our identities either? Go to hell!"
The burly man clenched his fist, his entire body like a fierce tiger as he lunged forward viciously.
The old man narrowed his eyes, watching everything unfold. In his eyes, Mu Feng was about to be torn to shreds.
Qiu Feng was in high spirits, clapping his hands. "It's good that Elder Huang made a move. Just the disciples alone have such presence. This kid is surely dead!"
However, Zhao Lao San was filled with worry, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease.
"Die!" The burly man's fist slammed hard towards Mu Feng's face.
"Too slow, far too slow!" he scoffed, easily dodging the punch right in front of everyone.
The burly man froze, gritting his teeth. "Kid, I'll see how long you can keep dodging!"
Thus, he threw punches rapidly, his fists raining down like a storm.
But facing Mu Feng, his offense was like a stone sinking into the sea, all thunder and no lightning.
"You cowardly turtle, can you only dodge?" the burly man hissed through gritted teeth.
Mu Feng sighed. "You need to understand, once I make a move, it will be your death day!"
"Enough with the nonsense. You're just a cowardly turtle. Do you really think you have any real skill?" the burly man sneered contemptuously, increasing his offensive pace.
"Hit him hard, hit him hard!" Zhao Lao San gestured from the side, the most anxious of them all.
The old man's eyes remained narrowed. In his view, his disciple had no possibility of losing.
"Elder Huang, will he be defeated?" Qiu Feng asked worriedly, seeing that the attack was not yielding results.
The old man scoffed. "Defeated? What are you talking about? How could my man possibly lose? This kid is just holding on. He'll be dead soon!"
However, his face was about to be slapped hard.
Mu Feng sighed and said, "Truly boring. Let's end this then!"
Following that, with just a raise of his fist, the burly man was struck squarely in the face.
He grunted, his entire face contorted, and he fainted moments later.
Silence fell upon the scene. The crowd clearly hadn't expected such an outcome.
"This, this..." Zhao Lao San's legs trembled.
Qiu Feng gritted his teeth. "Elder Huang, you see, this kid does have some skills. If not, you should make a move. What if he escapes?"
Mu Feng said with a touch of amusement, "Sorry, the word 'escape' doesn't exist in my dictionary. You should worry about your own predicament. Not one of you here will leave. All of you will become souls of the departed!"
"Damn it, why are you acting so tough here?" another burly man, enraged, jumped up and kicked Mu Feng directly in the stomach.
Mu Feng's face remained expressionless. He simply extended a single finger.
The burly man trembled upon contact with Mu Feng's finger.
He felt a sudden tightness in his chest, spewing out a mouthful of blood as if it were free. He died on the spot in front of everyone.
The old man's brows furrowed. He realized he might have underestimated this young man.
Mu Feng shook his head. "Speaking of which, the two of you invited are quite vulnerable. Can these old, weak, sick, and disabled take me down? Little do you know, you're lifting a rock only to drop it on your own feet!"
Zhao Lao San was so scared his tears were about to flow. He grumbled, "It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, would all these troubles have arisen?"
Qiu Feng glared at him fiercely. "If you kept your mouth shut, no one would think you're mute!"
He changed his tone and hurried to the old man's side. "Elder Huang, you must think of a way, otherwise, we'll all be finished here!"
The old man's aged eyes darted back and forth, pondering something.
"Don't worry, this fellow is not my match yet. Before me, he can only kneel!" the old man's tone was filled with confidence.
Mu Feng crossed his arms. "Kneel? Are you talking about yourself?"
"Young man, perhaps I could have spared your dog's life. But you actually dared to kill my disciple? This is absolutely unforgivable. I will make you die a horrible death!" The old man's killing intent was ignited.
Mu Feng teased, "Spare my life? Judging by your actions just now, you didn't seem like you wanted to spare me!"
Qiu Feng, at this moment, had the demeanor of a jackal that had borrowed a tiger's might, pointing at Mu Feng's nose and shouting, "Kid, today is your death day! Elder Huang is undefeated in the world. Before him, you're not even a worm!"
Zhao Lao San also mustered his courage and cursed, "Indeed, you are a worm. I will crush you inch by inch later!"
The exasperated old man finally made his move, his entire presence radiating with power as he charged forward.
However, Mu Feng had lost his patience. A silver needle flew from his hand.
The old man had no idea what happened, only feeling a surge of numbness throughout his body, and then he stood there like a wooden stake.
"My body, what's happened to my body?" The old man was startled, realizing he couldn't move at all.
Mu Feng walked over with a grin, grabbing the old man by the neck. "Vulnerable. This is called vulnerable!"
Qiu Feng and the other were stunned. How could they have imagined that the master they had invited couldn't even last one exchange?
"What, what did you do to me? Despicable and shameless!" the old man roared in anger.
"What did I do to you? You dare to say that? I told you, don't take money that isn't yours!"
"Since you took my money, you must do the job. But you didn't, which makes me very awkward!"
Mu Feng fumbled around and soon found his check, returning it to its rightful owner.
The old man suddenly realized he had become a fish on a chopping block, his life completely in this young man's hands.
If he wanted him dead, it would only take a flick of a finger.
"Don't kill me. You can't afford to offend my status. Release me immediately, and I can let this matter go!"