Chapter 42 Overreaching His Arrogance
The guests had fallen into chaos. Zhou Changping, in particular, shot to his feet, loudly calling for bodyguards and the police. However, help was too far away to offer immediate rescue.
Despite his anxiety, Zhou Changping remained rational. He couldn't approach Su Yunxi, as doing so would inevitably expose her identity. In this situation, revealing Su Yunxi's identity would be a profoundly unwise choice.
Qian Shaokang, seeing this as a prime opportunity to impress Su Yunxi, smiled and said, "Yunxi, don't worry, I will protect you."
A hint of reassurance flickered in Su Yunxi's eyes as she instinctively took a half-step back behind Qian Shaokang.
If Qian Shaokang were capable, it would be one thing. But Qian Shaokang was merely famous for nothing. How could Chen Xuan allow Su Yunxi to be in danger? He tugged on Su Yunxi's sleeve and shook his head at her resolutely.
Looking into Chen Xuan's eyes, and trusting him, Su Yunxi turned and stood behind Chen Xuan.
Seeing this, Qian Shaokang flew into a rage and snapped, "Chen Xuan, you are truly despicable and shameless! Yunxi, how could you choose someone like you?!"
Upon hearing Qian Shaokang utter Su Yunxi's name, Chen Xuan's gaze turned icy, and he cursed, "Idiot!"
Qian Shaokang froze for a moment, then understood. Su Yunxi's identity had just been exposed. He instinctively covered his mouth. But it was too late!
Yunxi?
At this moment, Tu Yao, known as the Blood-Hand Butcher, caught the sound. His sinister gaze swept over.
A flicker of panic crossed Qian Shaokang's face, but he quickly curled his lip. He wasn't afraid, so why panic? Recalling his earlier performance, he felt he must have made a bad impression on Su Yunxi and a hint of displeasure crossed his face. He couldn't help but curse inwardly: it's all Chen Xuan's fault for making me lose face!
Just then, the Blood-Hand Butcher confirmed the source of the voice and strode towards them. His burly physique was like a small mountain, and the surrounding guests and security guards, intimidated, cleared a path.
As they watched the Blood-Hand Butcher approach, the guests collectively turned to Qian Shaokang and cupped their hands, saying, "Please, Young Master Qian, intervene!"
Qian Shaokang raised his chin slightly, a smug expression on his face, and bowed to the guests, "Everyone, rest assured, with me here, the Blood-Hand Butcher will not be able to act with impunity."
"Young Master Qian, magnificent!"
"Young Master Qian, truly a martial arts prodigy."
Hearing Qian Shaokang's words, many guests placed immense trust in him, showering him with praise, as if Qian Shaokang were the future star of the martial arts world.
At this moment, Qian Shaokang did not forget to undermine Chen Xuan. He stared at Chen Xuan and sneered, "Chen Xuan, you're just a turtle hiding behind a woman."
The guests' gazes towards Chen Xuan also held a hint of mockery. Zhou Changping sighed softly.
Chen Xuan pursed his lips and smiled, choosing not to engage in a war of words. "When you're crying and begging for mercy later, you'll know who the real turtle is."
At this point, the Blood-Hand Butcher arrived nearby, staring at Qian Shaokang, and asked coldly, "Do you know Su Yunxi?"
Qian Shaokang, unfazed, looked up at the Blood-Hand Butcher and boasted, "I do know Miss Su. Miss Su is the woman I love. Since you've come knocking, I won't be polite. Your bounty is thirty million. I heard a newly released pair of crystal shoes is also worth thirty million. If I capture you and hand you over to the Martial Alliance, I can use your bounty to give Miss Su a gift."
The Blood-Hand Butcher glanced at Qian Shaokang with disdain and sneered, "Hmph, I have no interest in crushing an ant. Tell me where Su Yunxi is, and I might take you as a subordinate."
To be asked to be a subordinate by a fugitive with a bounty from the Martial Alliance was an immense humiliation for the esteemed Young Master Qian of Jiangzhou.
"You dare to speak so wildly, you're seeking death!"
Qian Shaokang was enraged and took a step forward.
The Blood-Hand Butcher rubbed his wrist and waved his hand dismissively, as if bothered by the noise, "Why are there so many flies today? Buzzing everywhere."
"Damn it."
Qian Shaokang exploded, flashing forward. Indeed, Qian Shaokang's movement technique was executed with impressive flair, and in an instant, he was behind the Blood-Hand Butcher. He looked at the Blood-Hand Butcher, noticing a significant flaw in his back, and a smug glint flashed in his eyes. He thought: You fool, daring to compete with me?
The onlookers, seeing Qian Shaokang stealthily appear behind the Blood-Hand Butcher, also showed excited expressions. Qian Shaokang suddenly raised his fist, his powerful punch slamming hard into the Blood-Hand Butcher's back. As he threw this punch, Qian Shaokang could already visualize the scene of the Blood-Hand Butcher being knocked down by his blow, and he couldn't help but grin.
But the next moment, his smile froze. He saw that his punch felt as if it had hit steel, even emitting a humming sound.
"Invulnerable to blades and spears? Are you a master of Hard Iron Body?" Qian Shaokang exclaimed in horror.
The so-called Hard Iron Body cultivation emphasized both internal and external training. It not only made one impervious to blades and spears but also granted immense strength. Its cultivation was extremely difficult, and without at least twenty years of practice, one couldn't reach this level. Clearly, this Blood-Hand Butcher was a master of Hard Iron Body who had achieved great success.
If Qian Shaokang had known the Blood-Hand Butcher was a master of Hard Iron Body, he wouldn't have dared to show off, even if it meant his death.
The Blood-Hand Butcher mechanically turned his head, glaring ferociously at Qian Shaokang, "Damn it, you dare to sneak attack me, you're looking for death!"
The Blood-Hand Butcher unleashed a punch. His fist shot out like a cannonball. Qian Shaokang was greatly alarmed and crossed his arms to guard his chest. However, as a grandmaster of Hard Iron Body, the Blood-Hand Butcher possessed immense strength.
*Bang!*
A dull thud. Qian Shaokang's arms were nearly crushed into his chest by the punch, and with a "poof," he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the floor.
The entire hall fell silent, so quiet one could hear a pin drop. The wealthy guests watched the scene in horror. No one could have imagined that Qian Shaokang, who had just uttered grand pronouncements and vowed to win the bounty for a beauty's smile, would be defeated so easily! Was this the terrifying might of the notorious Blood-Hand Butcher?
Chen Xuan, however, remained unmoved. Everything was as he had predicted. If there was anything unexpected, it was just how weak Qian Shaokang was.
The Blood-Hand Butcher strode forward, grabbed the pale-faced Qian Shaokang, and began raining punches down on his face. "I, hate sneak attacks more than anything in this life! For you to damn sneak attack me!"
The Blood-Hand Butcher cursed as he struck, and in a flash, Qian Shaokang was beaten until his face was bruised and swollen, covered in blood. At this moment, the Blood-Hand Butcher yanked Qian Shaokang up by his neck, staring into his eyes, and coldly demanded, "I ask you, who is Su Yunxi?"
Qian Shaokang's mind was still somewhat clear. He knew he absolutely could not reveal Su Yunxi's identity now. If he did, his face would be completely lost, and he would never be able to hold his head up in front of Su Yunxi again. He shook his head.
"Damn it, you still won't talk? Fine, if you won't talk, I'll twist your head off and use it as a chamber pot!" Saying this, the Blood-Hand Butcher placed a large hand on Qian Shaokang's head.
Qian Shaokang trembled all over, fear flickering in his eyes. If it were anyone else, Qian Shaokang wouldn't believe they could do such a thing. But the Blood-Hand Butcher was notorious and had a history of slaughter; he was certainly capable of such an act.
*Thump!*
Qian Shaokang's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto his knees. "I... I'll talk..."