On his way there, Luo Yang had hoped to resolve the matter peacefully.
Hong Jiaxin had also mentioned she feared the members of Yingyan Martial Arts School might not be cooperative, and indeed, that was exactly what happened.
"Class leader, what do you think?" Luo Yang asked with a smile.
"Just stand here and watch. Do you have 3D glasses for me to borrow?" Hong Jiaxin said with a smile.
The Yingyan Martial Arts School was filled with dozens of people, each staring intensely.
Wu Yinghong thought this would be enough to scare Luo Yang and Hong Jiaxin, but unexpectedly, the two of them remained calm and relaxed as if they were in a place with no one else around, talking and laughing freely.
"3! 2!..." Wu Yinghong started to count.
"Class leader, feel like having a real fight?" Luo Yang asked Hong Jiaxin, completely ignoring Wu Yinghong.
Hong Jiaxin had practiced martial arts since childhood but rarely fought with others.
Even a captive beast king tiger would have its fighting spirit diminished.
The day Japan Collector couldn't find Mu Tan was another day he would cause trouble. Hong Jiaxin needed a certain level of physical capability to protect herself to the fullest.
Luo Yang would do his best to protect her, and under normal circumstances, he could keep her safe.
However, as the saying goes, even the best plans have flaws—should he be careless one day, and she fell into the clutches of evil men, it would be a truly regrettable situation.
If Hong Jiaxin's own strength were strong, Luo Yang would feel even more confident about protecting her.
Normally, Luo Yang also wanted to spar with her to enhance her physical capabilities, but facing a delicate beauty like a fairy maiden, he truly couldn't bring himself to strike her. At most, he would just dodge; there was absolutely no reason for him to genuinely hit her.
Loving her was already hard enough; how could he bear to hurt her?
With this great opportunity, he wanted her to try and compete with Wu Yinghong to gain real combat experience.
From Luo Yang's expectant gaze, Hong Jiaxin seemed to have understood his intentions and nodded, "Let sister see how high his skill is!"
A young girl was ready to fight, and she was a beauty as lovely as a fairy.
Wu Yinghong snorted coldly and said, "It seems like you've come to challenge our school. Daring to play with fire at Yingyan Martial Arts School, let's see how we can destroy you!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger to poke Hong Jiaxin's cheek.
Hong Jiaxin's right hand swept upward in a grab, and although Wu Yinghong reacted quickly by retracting his finger, he immediately employed the Eagle Claw Technique in combat.
The martial arts Claw Techniques can be roughly divided into three types.
One is the Dragon Claw Technique, the second is the Tiger Claw Technique, and the third is the Eagle Claw Technique, with the Dragon Claw Technique being the most complex and hard to master.
The Eagle Claw Technique involves spreading the five fingers, bending the thumb into a hook, and the middle finger and ring finger bent together into a claw, to grab, seize, lock, and claw, forming a distinct style.
Ying Zhao Yan Xing Sect, besides learning the Eagle Claw Technique, also practices light body kung fu, allowing movements as agile as a soaring eagle, with claw attacks as swift as the wind.
Hong Jiaxin had been learning Hung Fist from a young age.
This style is a combination of martial arts techniques created to embody the shapes and characteristics of the dragon, tiger, lion, leopard, snake, crane, elephant, horse, monkey, and leopard. It features dynamic leaping and agile, sweeping movements, with bold and powerful fist techniques, characterized by a robust style.
Thus, having learned Hung Fist, Hong Jiaxin naturally possessed a bold spirit and an impressive bearing, her prettiness mixed with resilience.
Hung Fist versus Eagle Claw Technique was like the orchid competing against the chrysanthemum, each having its own area of expertise.
The Eagle Claw Technique performed by Wu Yinghong wasn't transcendent, but it was quite powerful, its claws generating gusts of wind, and combined with his nimble footwork, it was even more formidable.
From their combat, it was clear that Wu Yinghong had more real combat experience.
Hong Jiaxin used Hung Fist, and if she had True Qi within her body, even though lacking in practical experience, each of her punches would have been like a hammer striking stone, an axe splitting a mountain, firmly suppressing Wu Yinghong.
The problem now was her lack of actual combat experience and insufficient strength made her Hung Fist a bit rigid. If it weren't for her superior intelligence and accurate judgement, she almost got hit critically by Wu Yinghong several times.
"You dare flaunt such pathetic skills in front of me? Just wait till I strip you naked!" Wu Yinghong said with a sinister laugh.
The bystanders joined in, bursting into laughter.
Hong Jiaxin had never faced such humiliation before; she bit her silver teeth, her pretty face flushed red, and she yelled out as she attacked with all her might.
However, facing Wu Yinghong, who had practiced light body kung fu, she couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and naturally, her fists failed to hit her opponent. The more agitated she became, the easier it was for her to expose flaws.
Just as Wu Yinghong was about to exploit a flaw and seriously injure Hong Jiaxin, Luo Yang thought of personally teaching Jiaxin, boosting her confidence. With her intelligence, she would likely benefit from the advice. He planned to let her face Wu Yinghong alone later, knowing then how to advance or retreat.
"Squad leader, come on, let's dance and beat up this little bastard."
Before he had finished speaking, without seeing how Luo Yang moved, everyone abruptly saw him standing behind Hong Jiaxin.
"Good, saves me the trouble of fighting twice. Come at me together, watch me take on both of you, and beat you till even your mother won't recognize you!" Wu Yinghong boasted confidently.
"I can handle him by myself!" Hong Jiaxin declared confidently.
She was a fiercely competitive girl, something Luo Yang knew well.
"Squad leader, let's dance and fight, living our days easy and light. Come on, beat him up." Luo Yang pretended to firmly hold her slender waist.
As he spoke, he pressed his chest against her soft back and moved forward.
Wu Yinghong's mouth twisted into a sinister cold smirk, his right claw swiftly aimed at Hong Jiaxin's chest. Just when he was about to grab her, her figure flickered, and she was suddenly on his right side.
It was Luo Yang, holding Hong Jiaxin by her slender waist, making her perform cool maneuvers as if drifting like the wind.
"Squad leader, kick him!"
Before he finished speaking, Luo Yang firmly grasped Hong Jiaxin's waist and lifted her. With her feet off the ground, she naturally had the leeway to kick.
A loud thud was heard as Hong Jiaxin's feet struck Wu Yinghong's head, sending him flying like a leaf in a fierce wind, crashing heavily to the ground.
Earlier, the disciples from Yingyan Martial Arts School who had been heckling and cheering, were now silent, witnessing their senior brother being floored by Hong Jiaxin and unable to rise, creating an eerie silence.
"Squad leader, that was an exquisite kick, wonderfully done." Luo Yang said while easing her down and gently hugging her slender waist.
Having just been mocked by Wu Yinghong, she finally got to vent her anger, revealing a satisfied smile. She knew well that without Luo Yang's intervention, she would have been severely harmed.
"Squad leader, how come that guy who only knows two or three moves is lying on the ground? Is he preparing to use the Earth Seating Technique? We need to be cautious." Luo Yang said earnestly.
Hong Jiaxin burst into laughter.
Having been kicked in the head, Wu Yinghong was indeed unable to clear his head in an instant, failing to stand up and sitting on the ground in a daze.
Several of his junior brothers went over and helped Wu Yinghong up.
Just then, a vigorous male voice came from behind the crowd.
"Which friend visits us here? Master Qi regrets not having welcomed you from afar, please forgive us." As soon as he spoke, like a shot arrow, he cleared a path as the bystanders instinctively moved aside, opening a corridor.
Luo Yang turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a lake-colored robe and cloth shoes approaching.
The man was of medium height, around 1.7 meters, and bore a pair of stiff whiskers that matched his sharp eyebrows, appearing gaunt but as tenacious as steel rods, giving off a vibe that he couldn't be easily severed even with a knife.