The air was filled with cries of pain—cursing, shouting, and groaning—but Su Hang acted as if he heard nothing. With a single pointed finger, he executed his trademark move—an unmissable strike to the "back door" a technique that would take down even the toughest of men. No matter how big or strong they were, once Su Hang used that move, they would drop, no questions asked.
Looking up at Chen San and others, both men's throats tightened as they nervously glanced around. Chen San instinctively covered his "back door" , and Xu Feng nervously swallowed, pointing at Su Hang and growling, "Su, all you can do is use dirty tricks. Why don't you fight like a man?"
"Heh? A fair fight?" Su Hang couldn't help but laugh. "You bring all these people to mess with me, and now you're asking for a fair fight?"
Xu Feng's face twitched at the insult, but he had no response.
A moment later, Xu Feng stepped forward, angry, and made a beckoning motion with his hand. "Come on, one-on-one!"
"Eh?"
Su Hang was momentarily stunned. Where was this newfound confidence coming from? Did Xu Feng not see the state of his friends lying on the ground?
There was no way Su Hang would let this provocation slide. He took a step forward. "Looks like your wounds have healed enough. Since you're so eager, I'll gladly give you a little more of what you're asking for."
"Secret Art—Millennium Strike!" Su Hang did it without hesitation. He formed a hand seal, and with a flash, appeared behind Xu Feng. His fingers drew an exaggerated arc as he poured all his strength into the strike, aiming for Xu Feng's anus.
But what Su Hang didn't notice was the sly grin spreading across Xu Feng's face, as if his plan had worked.
Something's not right!
Even if Su Hang had noticed, there was no time to stop.
"dang!!!" The sharp sound of metal clashing rang out as Su Hang's finger collided with something hard. The impact was jarring, and Su Hang could clearly feel the resistance—something tough had blocked his hit.
Xu Feng had been clever. He'd hidden a metal plate in his pants!
But despite the strike landing on the plate, Su Hang's technique was nearly unstoppable. Unless his level is higher, nothing could block the power of his finger. As expected, the force still broke through the metal plate and continued its course.
"Poof!"
"Aaaaaa!"
Before Xu Feng could even gloat, he felt an intense, sudden pain in his "back door". Using every ounce of strength, he screamed and leapt into the air—higher than the other punks—and landed with a thud on the ground, clutching his back and rolling a few times before passing out cold.
There was no way Xu Feng could withstand that pain. This was the second time he'd been struck with the Millennium Strike. His old injury hadn't even fully healed, and now this. Adding insult to injury, he passed out from the agony.
Chen San gulped, his throat dry. This was beyond his expectations. He'd been around for years in the underworld, seen all kinds of fights, but this younger? What was he? How did he pull off such dirty tricks so effortlessly? He hadn't even seen Su Hang move—one moment he was standing there, and the next, he was behind Xu Feng, striking without warning. The speed was almost unreal.
Chen San gulped, his throat dry. what the hell? it's really saw a ghost, who is this man, how this dirty tricks to make so slip? e hadn't even seen Su Hang move—one moment he was standing there, and the next, he was behind Xu Feng, striking without warning. The speed was almost unreal.
Chen San reached down and pulled the metal plate from Xu Feng's pants. It was about a centimeter thick and weighed at least two pounds. This guy is so insidious. If Su Hang weren't so skilled, his finger would have been broken from the impact.
Even with all his strength, Su Hang could still feel a slight sting in his finger. After a few moments, he recovered and tossed the metal plate aside, then turned to face Chen San.
When their eyes met, Chen San couldn't help but shudder. Despite his many years in the street, he genuinely felt fear. Just the thought of that Millennium Strike made him break out in a cold sweat.
"You want to try again?" Su Hang smirked, looking at Chen San, whose face had gone pale.
"Uh... heh..." Chen San chuckled nervously, stepping back a few paces. The cocky demeanor from before was completely gone.
"What? You want to leave?" Su Hang asked.
Chen San forced a smile. "Uh, well, I... I was just here to hang out, brother. You're busy, so I'll leave you along."
With that, Chen San unceremoniously abandoned his brothers and made a run for it.
"Stop!" Su Hang called out.
Chen San froze, slowly turning around. His face looked more pitiful than if he were crying. "Brother, what's up?"
He instinctively covered his "back door", fearing Su Hang might pull another sneak attack.
"That slap I just gave you, is it comfortable?" Su Hang's tone was casual, but his eyes were cold.
"Yeah, yeah!" Chen San nodded frantically. "If you're not satisfied, feel free to give me another one."
He wasn't joking. He'd rather take ten slaps than another Millennium Strike. Just looking at his underlings' condition made him understand exactly how painful that move was.
"From now on, don't let me see you again. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude. Now get lost," Su Hang said coldly.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Chen San quickly agreed, feeling as though he had narrowly escaped death. He turned and bolted.
Su Hang glanced down at the group of men lying in pain, sneering to himself, before walking away from the forest.
......
"Chen San came looking for you?" After their afternoon classes, Shuai Yu caught up with Su Hang.
Su Hang laughed when he heard this. "That was ages ago. You're only just hearing about it?"
"Hey!" Shuai Yu spat, clearly concerned. "Didn't hurt yourself, right?"
"Don't worry. Those guys couldn't hurt me if they tried," Su Hang replied casually.
"Didn't expect you to be so cocky," Shuai Yu said, eyeing him with curiosity. "Well, as long as you're okay. We've got that 100,000 yuan prize waiting for us this weekend. We can't mess that up."
"Get lost." Su Hang almost wanted to kick him. He thought Shuai Yu genuinely cared about him, but it turned out the guy was just thinking about the prize money.
Shuai Yu grinned sheepishly, then got serious. "But seriously, Chen San's not a guy to mess with. Everyone around here knows him. You've pissed him off, so watch your back. And Xu Feng? That guy's all talk because his family's got some money, but after getting embarrassed twice, he won't just let it slide."
Su Hang smiled nonchalantly. "No worries. As long as they don't mess with me, I won't mess with them."
"If you need help, come to me. I'm not good for much, but when it comes to fighting, I'm your guy," Shuai Yu laughed, and the two of them walked toward the dorms together.
"Su Hang!"
Just a few steps later, Su Hang was called from behind.
He turned, and his face immediately darkened. It was none other than Tan Lili.
Tan Lili was livid. Early that morning, she'd received a call that Xu Feng had been injured and was in the hospital. He hadn't even attended class, so she rushed over there.
After a morning of surgery, Xu Feng had just come out of the operating room in the afternoon. The doctors had delivered the devastating news—his injury might affect his fertility. Tan Lili was stunned, as if struck by lightning. She couldn't process it and stood there in a daze for a long time.