Chapter 112: Chapter 112 Unleashing Power
The crowd was filled with righteous fury, itching to grab Shi Hao and give him a thorough beating so that he would never dare think of Luo Qing’er again.
Yet Shi Hao was indifferent, his gaze fixed on Luo Qing’er.
After a moment of thought, Luo Qing’er said, “Young Master Shi, do you know what my sister is called now?”
Shi Hao shook his head and replied, “I only know her surname is Ruan, I did not inquire further, as we have met but once.”
Hearing the surname Ruan, Luo Qing’er’s demeanor visibly brightened, then she smiled sweetly and said, “The journey to Hua Yuan Nation is a thousand miles long, and Qing’er is but a weak girl. Could I ask Young Master Shi to accompany me, both to protect me and to guide the way?”
Upon hearing this, everyone felt like banging their heads against the wall.
Had they been taken in just like that?
Alas, Fairy Luo is still too naive, it’s obviously a ruse designed to lure you out. Once you’re out there, what happens to you will be entirely up to this young man, won’t it?
Each of them was rubbing their hands together, ready for a fight, determined not to let Shi Hao succeed.
Doubt in Shi Hao’s heart grew ever stronger.
Just as the others were suspecting him of deceiving Luo Qing’er, how could it be possible that one was in Hua Yuan Nation and the other in distant Changming Country, a place fraught with danger on the lengthy journey between them?
Moreover, Ruan Jiaoyu obviously had a good standing, owning a Jade Stone Shop, which would not have been possible without the backing of a powerful family, right?
So, the fact that Luo Qing’er had traveled such a great distance to find Ruan Jiaoyu was exceedingly strange.
Furthermore, since they’d been separated as children, how could Luo Qing’er know that Ruan Jiaoyu was now surnamed Ruan?
It simply didn’t make sense.
Therefore, the story of the estranged sisters must be nonsense. Luo Qing’er probably knew about Ruan Jiaoyu all along, but was unsure if she still carried her original name, which is why only a portrait was presented.
When Shi Hao mentioned the surname Ruan, it possibly matched the original surname, hence Luo Qing’er made an immediate decision.
“Fairy Luo, please don’t be deceived!”
“Right, we absolutely won’t allow you to be tricked by this lad.”
No one knew who shouted it out, but suddenly the crowd became incensed, each person’s eyes flashing fiercely.
History is not devoid of men who, in a fit of righteous indignation, have fought for their beloved, such deeds often lauded in tales of chivalry; thus, these men were quick to anger, with little regard for restraint.
They didn’t need to actually kill him, just crippling him would do.
Given that Shi Hao had admitted fear earlier, clearly, the strength of this youth was mediocre at most, good only for armchair strategy.
With a cursory glance, Shi Hao smiled lightly, “Having given you guidance, I am a bit like a teacher to you. Is this how you repay me?”
“What teacher? Who listened to you?” the others immediately retorted, reluctant to be labeled as having deceived a mentor, which would surely tarnish their reputations.
“Right, we were just discussing amongst ourselves; it doesn’t mean you become our teacher simply because you spoke.”
The crowd echoed in agreement.
Shi Hao shook his head, “Since you refuse to recognize kindness, you scoundrels, I shall fulfill your wish.”
His words inflamed the crowd’s anger further; his tongue was indeed venomous, always driving them to fury.
“Enough talk, let’s fight!”
“Me first!” The young man who had previously challenged Shi Hao jumped forward, pointing proudly at him, “Kid, if you admit right now that everything you said was a lie, and that you’ve been deceiving Fairy Luo, I might go easy on you.”
With one punch from Shi Hao, the man was sent flying out of the crowd, crashing heavily against a distant wall before sliding down like a lump of mud.
Such terrifying strength.
The crowd was shocked, their faces filled with disbelief.
To send someone flying nearly fifteen meters with a single punch, what immense power was that?
Is this really a sixteen-year-old youth?
“Everyone, attack together!” Someone quickly recovered their senses, they were not here to be amazed.
Immediately, a few people charged at Shi Hao.
With thuds and thumps, Shi Hao struck out with just a punch and sent those few people flying simultaneously, like celestial maidens scattering flowers.
Witnessing this scene, everyone couldn’t help but gasp in astonishment.
Who said this youth was only good at talking big?
Damn, they had been smug as if they had already won a great victory, scoffing at Shi Hao for being a coward, but what now?
He truly treated them like trash, utterly disdainful to even engage with them.
Now they had been slapped in the face, quite literally.
Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.
The crowd couldn’t help but slowly back away, no longer daring to surround Shi Hao.
He was like a humanoid ferocious beast.
As the people retreated, only a few were left standing in front of Shi Hao.
Yue Junxian was one of them, and there were two other young men, both looking proud and aloof, evidently not taking Shi Hao seriously.
“Here in the Imperial Capital, even if you’re a fierce tiger, you need to lie low!” a young man dressed in purple said arrogantly.
The next moment, he was sent flying. Shi Hao couldn’t be bothered to waste words.
The expressions of the onlookers changed once more. That was Du Qinghao, one of the distinguished youngsters from one of the top three prestigious families in the Imperial Capital. It was said that he had already reached the level of an intermediate martial master!
Even an intermediate martial master was punched away. This youth must be at least a high-level martial master.
Good heavens, a sixteen-year-old high-level martial master, barely any less impressive than Yue Junxian.
Another young man dressed in blue twitched at the corner of his mouth, looking utterly embarrassed.
He was Xie Miao, another leading figure among the young generation of one of the top three prestigious families in the Imperial Capital, with strength comparable to Du Qinghao.
But if even Du Qinghao had been defeated in a single move, what chance did he stand?
Just who was this youth, with at least the strength of a high-level martial master at such a young age, it was simply unimaginable.
He certainly did not want to end up like Du Qinghao, so he slowly began to shuffle backward.
As such, Yue Junxian was the only one left standing in front of Shi Hao.
“Do you also want to make a move against me?” asked Shi Hao.
“If you insist on deceiving Fairy Luo, then I have no choice but to make a move,” Yue Junxian replied calmly, his demeanor nonchalant and indeed possessing an air of the immortals.
Shi Hao shook his head. “Whether it’s deceit or not is not up to you to overstep your bounds and decide. As for you, heh, make a move against me, and you might end up with the reputation of being disloyal and unfilial. Have you thought it through?”
Yue Junxian did agree a bit with Shi Hao’s first statement, but upon hearing the latter part, he raised his eyebrows in anger.
Disloyal and unfilial?
Are you my father? To be called disloyal!
Do I even know you? To be called unfilial!
“You are too arrogant!” He shook his head, a trace of anger showing, yet he controlled it well, “I don’t want to bully the young, just take two of my moves and I’ll let you go.”
Without waiting for Shi Hao’s response, he made his move.
He only used the strength of a high-level martial master, throwing a punch at Shi Hao.
Shi Hao waved his hand lightly, easily neutralizing it.
Yue Junxian couldn’t help but tighten his eyes. “You’re not a martial master, you’re a Martial Sect!”