Just as Lin Ming stopped, a slightly sharp voice rang out in the alley: "Hehe, didnt expect it, youre very vigilant, are you Lin Ming?" A young man wearing brocade clothes had his hands crossed over his chest, with a slight smile of disdain and mockery on his face, slowly emerging from behind a flat house. Behind him were four or five other boys around seventeen or eighteen years old, all in the first stage of Body Tempering except for one who was in the second stage, and the brocade-clad young man was also in the second stage.

  Seeing this momentum, Lin Xiaodong was suddenly panicked. He recognized the brocade-clad youth as the guy who appeared with Zhu Yan at the Seven Mystical Martial Arts Academys registration site a few days ago. Even an idiot could tell that this guy had brought people to pick a fight today.

  There were six people in total, two of whom were second-level Body Practitioners, while four were first-level Body Practitioners. He and Lin Ming were both only first-level Body Practitioners, so if they were to fight, they would definitely be at a disadvantage. The young man in the brocade clothes was probably a member of a large family clan from Tianyun City, with power and influence, so it wouldnt be easy for him to kill someone, but crippling them would be a piece of cake.

  "What do you want to do?" Lin Xiaodong shouted, with a hint of anger in his tone.

  "You should ask him about this." The young man in brocade pointed at Lin Ming, "Youre quite formidable, beating my servant until his face is covered in blood and breaking two of his ribs."

  For these young masters of large families, the life and death of their underlings are actually not important to them, but face is extremely important, especially when that underling says with a nose full of snot and tears that he has already reported the name of the brocade youth, yet still gets beaten until his buttocks are sore and he pees himself, the brocade youth becomes thoroughly enraged.

  "Youre quite capable, wanting to trample me, Wang Yigao, under your feet, are you? Today, Id like to see how you plan on doing that!" The young man in brocade clothing said with a ferocious expression.

  Lin Ming didnt know Wang Yigaos name and had never said he wanted to trample him underfoot. It seemed that this was fabricated by some people to provoke Wang Yigaos anger. Lin Ming didnt bother to explain, as this battle would definitely be fought.

  "The Chaotic Fist Scripture" is powerful, but after all, he has only cultivated for a few days. Dealing with so many people and two strong martial artists of the second level is quite strenuous. Moreover, Lin Xiaodong is by his side, if he were to be held hostage, that would be troublesome.

  Lets take a step back, even if this fight is won, there will be endless trouble in the future. If the trouble escalates and Wang Yigao is beaten badly, it will definitely involve Wang Yigaos father, who is the military commander of Tianyun City. Lin Ming doesnt expect someone of that level to reason with a small citizen like himself. For now, he cant afford to provoke such power.

  What a hassle!

  Lin Ming thought for a moment, and suddenly an idea struck him. He had thought of a way to resolve the matter. He turned to Wang Yi Gao and asked, "So what do you want?"

  "What do I want?" Wang Yigao was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, "This... actually asking me what I want."

  He brought several hooligans who also burst out laughing, in their eyes, Lin Ming was no different from a fool, and now they still asked them what they wanted to do, its really the best.

  Wang Yigao laughed for a while before stopping, saying: "I really dont know whether to call you a stupid pig or a stupid pig. However, since you asked, Ill give you an opportunity, so as not to say that Im not leaving a way out. Heres what youll do: kneel down and lick my shoe soles clean, then choose one of your own tendons in your arm and one in your leg to cut off. Thats how this matter will be settled."

  Lin Xiaodong heard Wang Yigao say this, and suddenly his heart was on fire. "Foolishness! Brother Ming, why bother talking to them? In the worst case, well just fight it out. Our Lin family in Qing Sang City isnt a soft persimmon either. Lets see how they dare to behave!"

  Lin Xiaodong knew that todays loss was inevitable, so he could only move his family out and hope they would be spared. Suffering some physical pain was nothing to worry about, but if they were crippled, the consequences for a martial artist would be severe, and even with rare medicinal herbs, it was not certain they could recover their former state.

  "Qing Sang Citys Lin family? Hmph, you think Ill be intimidated by your Lin family? Lin Ming, are you going to take action yourself or do I need to take action?"

  "Come on, give it a try! Come on, Im not afraid of you!" Lin Xiaodong took a step forward, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of his sword. In fact, he was very nervous inside, but he belonged to that type of person who would rather die than lose face, so even though he was scared to death, he still had to pretend to be tough!

  Lin Ming grasped Lin Xiaodong and said to Wang Yigao, "What you just said is your request? Alright, as long as you win against me in the martial arts duel, I can listen to your arrangements."

  "Lin Ming, you..." Lin Xiaodong was anxious. Although he believed that Lin Ming would definitely achieve great things in the future, at this stage, with only one layer of cultivation, he couldnt possibly defeat Wang Yifeng who had two layers of cultivation. He feared that if Lin Ming lost, his tendons would really be severed.

  "Dont worry, I have my own measure."

  "A martial arts duel? You think youre worthy of a martial arts duel with me?" Wang Yigao didnt expect Lin Ming to suggest this. In the Tianyun country, the government generally wouldnt intervene in disputes between martial artists because they couldnt control them anyway. As a result, conflicts between martial artists were often resolved through martial arts duels, as long as both parties agreed and had agreed on the stakes of winning or losing. After the duel, the conflict would be considered settled, since reputation was extremely important to martial artists.

  Wang Yigaos strength is one level higher than Lin Mings, of course he wouldnt think he would lose, he just felt that with his own strength and status, it was **worthwhile** to engage in a martial arts duel with Lin Ming.

  "There is no match or mismatch, only dare and dare not."

  "You think Im afraid? This is the most ridiculous joke Ive heard all year. Fine, since youre asking for it, Ill oblige!"

  "Alright, lets go to the square."

  The alley was too secluded, with no one watching, Lin Ming feared that Wang Yigao would go back on his word, but in front of many people, Wang Yigaos face would be too thick to deny it, unless he didnt want to mix in Tianyun City anymore.

  The martial artists duel was a great spectacle, and the square never lacked onlookers. Soon, dozens of people gathered around, including other martial artists. Seeing the two dueling, the crowd began to buzz with discussion.

  "Isnt this Wang Juns son?"

  "Ah, this guy is going to bully people again, dont know which familys child is so unlucky."

  "Practicing body one heavy against practicing body two heavy, isnt this a predetermined loss?"

  "This kid looks like an ordinary commoner, at this age, hes already cultivated his body to the first level, what a pity, Im afraid hell be crippled..."

  ……

  Wang Yigao was not well-received in Tianyuncheng, and most people sympathized with the weak, casting pitiful glances at Lin Ming.

  As more and more people gathered, Wang Yigao felt a bit displeased. After all, it wasnt glorious for a second-rank practitioner to bully a first-rank practitioner. Moreover, the other partys identity was severely mismatched with his own, and he didnt want to be seen by even more people, losing face!

  He impatiently said: "How much longer are you going to wait, hurry up and cripple your hands and feet, I will let you know the difference between us."

  Lin Ming saw that many people had gathered and said to Wang Yi Gao: "Of course, we have to compare, but if I lose, you can deal with me as you please. What about if I win?"

  Win? You still want to win?