By this time, Wu Shibai couldn't possibly show any weakness, otherwise he would displease everyone and just make his situation worse.
"Li Mingjun, you really have some nerve, trying to harm Young Master Shi!" he immediately retorted.
Li Mingjun chuckled dismissively, "A mere Primary-level martial disciple, and a crippled one at that, and you treat him like a treasure? Haha, your judgement is really worrisome."
He shook his head and added, "I am the distinguished Third Young Master of the Li Family, why should I waste words with you?"
"Mr. Qing Sr., kill them all!" he said, turning his head to address Ning Yangqing.
"Yes." Ning Qingyang bowed. When he straightened up, he emanated an intense killing aura.
He was naturally a free man, but with a propensity for killing, he had made too many enemies and had no choice but to take refuge with the Li Family and become a servant.
However, his nature hadn't changed at all; he still loved to kill, so the command from Li Mingjun fit perfectly with his desires.
"Which of you... wishes to die first?" He glanced at Wu Shibai and then at Shi Hao. "Or you two?" He swept his gaze across the rest of the people in the martial training yard.
No one dared to meet his gaze. For he was a Primary-level martial master. Just before, the Iron King had been sent flying by him in a single move. Who could possibly contend with him?
Shi Hao smiled and walked towards Ning Yangqing.
"You, pretty boy?" Ning Qingyang zeroed in on Shi Hao, his eyes as fierce as those of a wild beast.
He particularly despised good-looking men, as his wife had been seduced by one, leading her to cheat and forcing him to kill both his wife and her lover, which led him down this path of carnage.
And Shi Hao, being at least ten times better-looking than any pretty boy, increased his hatred and desire to kill him even more.
He charged at Shi Hao, the strength of over ten thousand pounds bolstering his speed, as he flew at him with palms swirling.
Bagua Palm, a star-level high-ranked Martial Technique!
This man was a Primary-level martial master and had also reached the limit of this realm. His Primitive Strength hit as high as fifteen thousand pounds, and with the augmentation of Bagua Palm, his explosive power could reach eighteen thousand pounds!
"Well played!" Shi Hao's eyes sparkled, having finally found a worthy opponent.
He lunged forward in one swift move, unveiling the Flying Cloud Fist.
Boom, boom, boom—his strength was even greater, reaching over twenty thousand pounds. Each fist met Ning Yangqing's palms squarely, creating visible ripples that vibrated outward.
And Ning Yangqing evidently was falling into disadvantage.
Li Mingjun was shocked beyond belief; this was something he had not anticipated at all.
Ning Yangqing was inferior to a sixteen-year-old boy?
Wasn't this the boy who had only demonstrated a strength close to two thousand pounds in the trial a few days ago? And weren't one of his arms and legs crippled?
How could it be that, in just a few days, not only had his strength greatly increased, but his meridian injuries had also healed?
Shi Hao's punches grew heavier. In fact, he could have exploited Ning Qingyang's mistakes and easily defeated him, but being youthful and true to his nature, he preferred to fight in this more visceral and direct manner.
Ning Yangqing grew increasingly panicked. How could this young man have power surpassing his own?
"Young Master Shi is mighty!"
"Young Master Shi is domineering!"
In the martial hall, cheers and encouragements erupted.
They had all felt stifled when Shi Hao had beaten them, but seeing Shi Hao fiercely thrash an outsider filled them with exhilaration and a sense of pride for being on his side.
This is our leader's leader—awesome!
With such thoughts, they no longer felt that being under a sixteen-year-old's command was humiliating.
Ning Yangqing considered fleeing. This youth was too abnormal. Even in the Imperial Capital, how many such monstrous talents could there be?
Suddenly, he exposed a flaw, then withdrew, trying to escape the fight.
Haha, never mind him, if he doesn't return to the Imperial Capital, that's it, he has nothing to lose anyway.
"Thinking of leaving?" Shi Hao smiled faintly, took a quick step forward to catch up, and kept attacking.
"I do not partake in your grudges, how about you let me go?" Ning Yangqing did not hesitate to betray Li Mingjun.
These words, when they reached Li Mingjun's ears, made his expression immediately turn extremely angry.
But at the same time, he also felt a chilling fear.
If even Ning Yangqing could not beat him, he surely stood even less of a chance.
Let's go, a wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him.
However, just as he turned around, he saw Wu Shibai had blocked his way at some unknown time.
"Young Master Li, why the rush to leave? Have a cup of tea before you go; it's not too late," said Wu Shibai smiling, since Shi Hao had already made a move, he felt the need to keep Li Mingjun there, to prevent future troubles.
As the leader of Mengyang City's underground forces, he was not short of decisiveness.
"Are you looking for death?" Li Mingjun shouted, "I am a descendant of the Li Family from the Imperial Capital, and do you know how many powerful people my family possesses? Not only numerous martial masters but even a Martial Sect master!"
"Martial Sect or not?" Shi Hao's voice rang out.
Li Mingjun quickly turned around, but his face was filled with horror, because Ning Yangqing was already lying on the ground, his chest caved in significantly, obviously, his ribs and heart had been shattered, and he was dead beyond doubt.
How many moves was that, and how did Ning Yangqing end up dead so fast?
Shi Hao took large steps toward Li Mingjun. If Ning Yangqing had not intended to flee, he wouldn't mind using him to practice a bit.
"Li Mingjun, I ask myself, why do you want to kill me, given we have no grudges or hatred?"
Li Mingjun's eyes darted around frantically, looking for an excuse that could appease Shi Hao's intent to kill.
"Forget it, I don't care," Shi Hao said again, "You want to kill me, so I'll just kill you, fair and square!"
Li Mingjun was panicked, why are you not playing by the common rules?
"If you kill me, the Li Family will absolutely not let you off!" he quickly threatened Shi Hao using his family's influence.
Shi Hao smiled faintly, "If the Li Family doesn't stay in line and dares to provoke me, then I will flatten the Li Family!"
This statement, he made as if it were a trivial matter.
Wu Shibai and the people from the martial arts school felt a tingling excitement in their scalps.
A noble family from the Imperial Capital, with a Martial Sect master, and yet Young Master Shi didn't even regard them highly.
Shi Hao looked at Li Mingjun and asked again, "Do you regret crossing paths with me?"
This guy is way too arrogant!
Li Mingjun clenched his teeth, but, thinking that a wise man does not fight when the odds are against him, he decided to temporarily swallow his pride: "I regret it!"
"That's good!" Shi Hao nodded, then threw a punch.
Li Mingjun was about to go crazy, I had already yielded, how could you still hit me?
He raised his hand to block, but how could it hold; bang, the hand was forcefully smacked back, bouncing off his own face, the terrifying power continued to push through, relentlessly crushing his head.
Crack, his body went limp and he fell to the ground.
Shi Hao was neither sad nor happy. After obtaining the memories of Yuan Chengmie, he was not only Shi Hao but also a once unparalleled strong man; such killings were all too familiar for him.
"Young Master Shi!" Wu Shibai knelt on one knee, feeling his soul trembling, overwhelmed by a powerful sense of awe.
Decisive and resolute, surely he will become a dominant ruler in the future!
"Young Master Shi!" the others in the martial arts school also kneeled halfway, this time willingly.