"Squad leader, beat them up."
While saying this, Luo Yang was pulling An Yuying and the other beauties aside to retreat.
At the entrance of the Nike store, only Hong Jiaxin was left facing those three young men. The square-headed young man even snickered, "She wants to play with the three of us, come on."
As the square-headed young man turned his head to look around, Hong Jiaxin suddenly swept her foot at him, with a loud bang, knocking him to the ground.
At this, the other two young men were greatly shocked and instantly became furious, immediately rushing towards Hong Jiaxin together.
If from the beginning, the three young men had attacked Hong Jiaxin together, the outcome would still be undecided by now.
Now, with one of them on the ground and not yet up, only two attacked, so naturally, it was much easier for Hong Jiaxin.
Moreover, with Luo Yang by her side, it was a great stimulation for her.
Ever since she learned that Luo Yang was highly skilled in martial arts, Hong Jiaxin had been very eager to show off in front of him.
Back then at the Yingyan Martial Arts School, she fought with Wu Yinghong, but due to a lack of experience, she almost got knocked down. If it weren't for Luo Yang's intervention, there was no way she would have walked out of the school on her feet.
Now facing three petty thugs, Hong Jiaxin wanted to exhibit all her skills, aiming to regain some pride in front of Luo Yang.
As one could imagine, she fought more and more bravely, and having sparred with Wu Yinghong that time, she had gained a bit of a foundation in fighting experience, unlike that time when she was panicking.
She was much calmer now.
One could see her executing each move of her Hung Fist sequence, causing the two young men to scream like they were slaughtering pigs.
If she had True Qi in her body, and it had been a fierce style of boxing, one move would have been enough to send the two young men flying.
In the blink of an eye, all three young men were lying on the ground.
Hong Jiaxin held her head high, her nostrils flaring as she looked towards Luo Yang with eyes full of pride, as if to say, "What do you think of your sister's performance?"
The three young men were not martial arts practitioners, so Hong Jiaxin beating them was not something to brag about.
Therefore, Luo Yang just slightly shook his head.
At that moment, the three young men, enduring their pain, got up and suddenly pulled out small knives, instantly putting Hong Jiaxin at a disadvantage.
An unarmed person against three, Hong Jiaxin could remain calm, but when her opponents held lethal weapons, she couldn't help but get a bit nervous.
In the nick of time, Luo Yang said indifferently, "Three of you against one and still using knives? That's really losing face for men. Put the knives down."
During this exchange, he had already moved next to Hong Jiaxin, shielding her.
Seeing that the three young men showed no sign of obedience, Luo Yang's figure flickered again, and with three swishing sounds, he had already snatched the knives from their hands.
In just a blink of an eye, the knives in their hands were gone, and the three young men were greatly alarmed.
Only then did they realize that Luo Yang was a master.
So, they tried to run.
Luo Yang leaped and blocked one of the young men's paths, kicking him down.
"You can only leave after you beat her, otherwise, stab each other with a knife, and I'll let you go," Luo Yang said coldly.
Knowing they couldn't beat Luo Yang, if they didn't listen, they would just get beaten up.
After exchanging glances with each other, they reluctantly launched a second wave of attacks on Hong Jiaxin.
With Luo Yang by her side, Hong Jiaxin had both the fighting spirit and a sense of security.
Even if she wouldn't admit it out loud, she had this thought in her mind: If I'm in danger, Luo Yang will surely come to my rescue.
In such a circumstance, she fought fearlessly. Moreover, having practiced martial arts from a young age, she was proficient in her techniques. With no worries, she unleashed her Hung Fist, displaying the level she was capable of.
The three young men were beaten until their faces were bruised and swollen. It took less than five minutes for them to sit on the ground, unable to get up.
An Yuying and the other beauties watched in admiration at how skilled Hong Jiaxin was.
Especially Tang Guihua who was even more yearning, after all, her situation was indeed not good. If she had fighting abilities like Hong Jiaxin, her self-defense capability would naturally increase.
With Luo Yang's nod of approval, the three young men finally fled with their tails between their legs.
At this moment, Hong Jiaxin looked at Luo Yang with that expectant, triumphant gaze, clearly wanting his approval.
Luo Yang smiled and nodded, and she became so excited that her eyes radiated a distinct glow.
Luo Yang was her master, and getting his praise was something Hong Jiaxin greatly looked forward to.
In her heart, she recognized his martial arts prowess.
In real fights, it was often not just barehanded combat; opponents would typically carry weapons.
Luo Yang thought that everything was difficult at the beginning. For Hong Jiaxin to have taken the first step into real combat was commendable, and he couldn't expect her to accumulate a wealth of fighting experience overnight.
However, when the right opportunity presented itself, he would still let her spar with an opponent armed with a weapon.
After leaving the Nike store, Luo Yang said with a smile, "Sister An, Sister Guihua, Sister Fang, Sister Piao, what do you think of Jiaxin's kung fu?"
All four beauties replied in unison, "She's very impressive! We want to learn that kind of kung fu too."
Actually, Hong Jiaxin's Hung Fist was inherited from her father and not taught by Luo Yang.
Hearing the other beauties' praises, Hong Jiaxin was even more pleased, a broad smile playing on her lips.
In Luo Yang's view, Hong Jiaxin's power was still lacking, which was why she hadn't been able to bring out the fierce power of Hung Fist.
If she had True Qi within her body, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.
After buying clothes on the pedestrian street and it was past ten o'clock at night, they got into the car to go home.
There weren't enough seats in the car, so they had to squeeze together.
An Yuying chose to sit up straight, with her hands on the back of the chair in front, trying to take up as little space as possible.
If it was just a few minutes' journey, An Yuying could sit upright without getting too tired maintaining that posture.
But from the county town back to the Hongyun Brigade, at the driving speed of Tang Guihua's car, it would mostly take nearly half an hour to return to the village.
Maintaining one posture for thirty minutes is a tiring matter.
Luo Yang said with concern, "Sister An, stay here. It will be much more comfortable."
An Yuying said softly, "No need. I can just sit like this."
But Luo Yang still settled her into a more stable position.
"Sister An, if you're tired, just tell me," Luo Yang said with care.
"I'm just sitting like this. You don't need to worry about me," An Yuying replied coyly.
With her response, Luo Yang found it inappropriate to say more.
Luo Yang urged Tang Guihua, "Sister Guihua, it's time, let's drive."