I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl Chapter 552: Fist of Anger

Chapter 552: Fist of Anger

I made a fatal mistake.

Usually, I would always wear comfortable clothes and flexible sneakers.

But today, I took Xiao Qin’s mood into consideration of Serenity’s mood. Instead of my usual attire, I chose an attire more suited towards a date.

Dress pants and leather shoes… it’s all because my dad was too meddlesome and had to buy me all this unnecessary stuff. I was unable to fully control my body.

Tie Xian and his men, Long Qi, Xia Qiu, Nian Yu, were all the same age as Bro Gang, they were all senior high school students and they had weapons. I was already in a very disadvantageous situation, so I couldn’t have any slip ups.

But reality was harsh, I slipped on the heels of my leather shoes.

I faked a punch, then sent a surprise attract at Tie Xian, but was a bit late due to the slip.

I don’t know if it was Xia Qiu or Nian Yu, but someone sent a hard whack at my right knee.

I fell towards Tie Xian due to the severe pain. Although I was able to find my balance and maintain a half-kneeling position in the nick of time, the surprise attack had failed. Tie Xian backed up complacently under the protection of his men.

“As expected of a mad dog, you almost got had your way.”

As he directed his men to tighten the encirclement, he mocked the half-kneeling me in a condescending manner.

“Let’s see… you hate me because I snapped your Bro Gang’s tendons, right?”

In a fit of rage, I wanted to jump up immediately and punch Tie Xian on the nose, but the pain from my knee was unbearable.

Xia Qiu and Nian Yu tried to take advantage of the opportunity to attack me, but I caught their batons with Hua Jin, then clutched it tightly so they couldn’t use their weapons for a while.

But I only had two hands, even if Xiao Cheng, the youngster chewing gum, didn’t join the fray, another one of Tie Xian’s goons, Long Qi, was free to attack.

So I suffered another blow to the back.

“This kid’s really strong, is he really a middle school student?”

“Who cares if he’s in middle school or high school, even college students have to die if they mess with us.”

Xia Qiu and Nian Yu, who couldn’t take back their batons from me, began to kick me. I took a deep breath and used the muscles I trained to resist the attack. Although it wasn’t to the extent of becoming steel, it was probably equivalent to a thick linen sandbag.

Seeing that I was “restrained”, Long Qi called the youngster who was chewing gum and said to him.

“Come over here and finish him. Make sure to aim at the back of his head, the harder you hit, the more money Boss Huang will pay.”

I didn’t hear the boy answer, but his footsteps were getting closer and closer.

I gathered what little strength I had left and prepared for a final struggle.

The essence of Yin Yang San Shou was to control the flow of “energy” and “momentum”.

All I needed was an opportunity. I will wait for the moment the youngster chewing gum almost strikes me, that will be when they are most relaxed. I’ll gather strength in the batons and break Xia Qiu and Nian Yu’s balance. Then I’ll move with the momentum, rush towards Tie Xian and let him have a taste of one of my full strength hits.

There wouldn’t be another chance, so I concentrated and waited for that moment. My adrenaline was pumping and it was like I was viewing everything in slow motion.

Tie Xian, however, thought he had already won. In order to dampen my spirits, he said maliciously:

“I heard your Bro Gang, because of the broken tendon in his hand, was able to profit off of it and get a girlfriend.”

I looked up and glared at him, knowing he had not finished his sentence.

“Hmph, getting good luck even after offending me? I really can’t let it become a precedent…”

“Ye Lin, after taking care of you, I’ll bring even more people to your Bro Gang. After I beat him up, we’ll take turns with his girlfriend right in front of him.”

“Let’s see who still dares to mess with me in the eastern district…”

Anger came uncontrollably and it stirred up my brain like one of Pica.s.so’s abstract paintings.

“You… you dare?”

A demon-like hiss came from the depths of my throat.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Tie Xian was still complacent, “You guys may be strong individually, but you’re only a single individual and you don’t have anyone backing you up. We can pretty much do whatever we want to you.”

“Hmmm, I wonder if Huang San will be discharged by then. If so, we will bring him with us, when we’re taking turns with your Bro Gang’s girlfriend, we’ll let Huang San go first…”

I felt like something in my brain snapped.

My consciousness slowly faded away as berserk mode appeared unintentionally.

But.

The youngster who was chewing gum had very unprofessionally hit me on my neck.

The cold touch made me hesitate and together with my original mindset of suppressing berserk mode, allowed me to achieve a quick enter and exit. Berserk mode only lasted for a second before it faded away.

But that momentary burst of strength was enough to make Xia Qiu and Nian Yu lose their balance as I pulled them around by their baton.

I endured the sharp pain in my knees, got up, and ran straight towards Tie Xian.

I had the same expression as those ancient demons. Tie Xian, who had always regarded himself as a Zhuge Liang and was able to be unperturbed by changes, showed a face of fear.

“Useless.”

Long Qi, who had been behind me, scolded the youth who had missed his shot, then caught up with me at a quick pace. He aimed right at my back and gave me a hard whack.

The hit made my blood boil. I might have a tough body, but I’m not Superman. I staggered and once again half kneeled one step away from Tie Xian.

Tie Xian then took a deep breath, “So close, so close, he still had this much strength…”

“What should we do next?”

I heard Long Qi ask while I was still in a daze.

“Don’t let Xiao Cheng do anything, we just need him to take the blame when the time comes. You guys go for it and don’t hold back. Even if you don’t kill him, you have to at least turn him into a cripple…”

“Boss, I heard Ye Lin has also recently made a girlfriend. Should we leave alive, then when the time comes, we can also take turns with his girlfriend in front of him?”

“A good idea, but no need to force it. Ye Lin really respects his Bro Gang, so we should take turn with his Bro’s girl first…”

I exhaled lightly, then inhaled deeply.

I already received multiple heavy blows and it’s likely the ligaments in my knee was damaged. I was crouched on my knees as if I was a dead man on my last breath.

But I was still gathering my strength.

I still had the power to land one more blow, the final blow.

The only question was how I was going to deliver the blow.

For some reason, yesterday underground fight between the Muay Thai brothers Khun Song and Moncha, replayed in my mind.

Despite their young age, it was still orthodox Muay Thai.

Gramps Ren had told me a long time ago that Chinese martial arts, even high level martial arts across the world all have their own style of Fa Jin.

Boxers use their heels, Wing Chun uses their waist. The purpose was to maximize the the amount of power produced.

Muay Thai may be brutal, but it’s a formidable fighting style. Its Fa Jin techniques are also worth learning from.

My mind raced at this urgent moment, one of the movements, a fist strike, between Khun Song and Moncha’s fight was stuck in my mind. As if I was enlightened, my body involuntarily copied the movement.

Yin Yang Sanshou Muay Thai.

The same time I got up, three batons struck my back. I howled under pain and vented all my pain and anger through my fists, onto Tie Xian’s chest and chin.

“Clap.” “Crack.”

A sound I’ve never heard in previous fights.

At least never heard when fighting empty-handed.

My vision then blacked out.

The pain and an epiphany all hit me at once.

The key to the so-called Fa Jin is a single strike with your whole body. The criterion for judging whether it’s a success or not is if your vision blacks out.

This… isn’t a half-a.s.sed Muay Thai move I stole. It’s me understanding Fa Jin by observing Muay Thai movements.

So Gramps Ren wasn’t lying when he said I may uncover Fa Jin myself.

Did I strike Tie Xian with the complete version of Yin Yang Sanshou?

Tie Xian’s jaw was knocked crooked and his body involuntarily staggered backward. But the punch in his chest was the most terrifying.

“Waaah.”

A mouthful of blood came out of his mouth. Under the streetlight, his face was yellow and his eyes were dead.

“Cough cough cough,.”

More blood gushed out of his mouth and his lungs made worn-out sounds.

“Plop.”

The mantis-like Tie Xian looked like a ghost. He first fell on both knees, then he went limp on the ground.

“Boss.”

“Boss, what’s wrong?”

After using up all my strength to deliver this blow, I was both physically and mentally exhausted. I leaned against the brick wall by the road and kept one eye open to keep an eye on the situation.

Without Tie Xian’s command, the rest of them were like headless chickens.

“Not good, the boss isn’t breathing.”

One of them shouted.

I shuddered and couldn’t help but recall what Gramps Ren had warned me about.

He clearly told me Yin Yang Sanshou was exceptionally ruthless, so if I tried to master it on my own, I must never use it in a normal fight.

Otherwise, “it’s easy to kill someone.”

“Ye Lin killed the boss, what should we do?”

Those were the last words I heard before I lost consciousness.

If you play with fire, you get burnt. Have I finally become a murderer by accident?

I felt a bitter, but strangely enough, I didn’t feel any regret.

Along with Ai Mi, who was used as a tool to kill, we were now a pair of murderer siblings.

How can I describe it? It’s very much in line with traditional Chinese aesthetics in the sense that it’s symmetric.

I might have accidentally killed someone, but I was now more matching with my sister.

It was inevitable for me to be arrested and enter the legal system. Since I’m a minor, will I be sentenced to prison time? Should I start thinking of a foolproof plan to protect my a.s.s right now?