Cough cough, asking for recommendations, you all know how it is.
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Su Mu glared at Cheng Shaofeng with eyes full of venom, not even blinking once. He spoke coldly, "Cheng Shaofeng, if you don't beat this young master to death today, you and I aren't finished!"
"You're still arrogant!" The last shred of hesitation Cheng Shaofeng had was instantly swallowed by madness. He smashed the stone in his hand down with vicious force. If that hit landed, Su Mu would be severely injured, if not dead.
"Young Master Su!" Li Yuntian and the others were on the ground, clutching their heads as they took the kicks and fists from the Wind and Rain Tower disciples, crying out in despair.
A flash of surprise crossed Hu Meier's eyes, and her heart couldn't help but skip a beat. This was just a scuffle between junior disciples; she hadn't expected things to escalate to this point. If Su Mu really died here, given his status, war might erupt between Lingxiao Pavilion and the Wind and Rain Tower.
Everyone had different thoughts, but all eyes were fixed on the stone in Cheng Shaofeng's hand.
Just as the stone was about to strike Su Mu's head, a somewhat thin hand suddenly blocked its path. The hand didn't look particularly strong, perhaps even a bit slender, but the sharp edge of the stone sliced through the palm, immediately spraying blood.
The stone fell, but thanks to this hand's intervention, Su Mu was unharmed.
With the fatal blow blocked, Li Yuntian and the others, whose hearts had been in their throats, finally relaxed. They looked intently, trying to see who had saved Su Mu at this critical moment. But when they saw the rescuer's face, their expressions turned awkward.
"Senior Brother Yang?" Li Yuntian mumbled. He never could have imagined that the one who saved him was Yang Kai—the very Yang Kai his group had been planning to deal with today. In an instant, Li Yuntian felt utterly ashamed.
The scene suddenly fell silent. Those who were attacking stopped their blows, and those who had been taking the beating quickly seized the chance to catch their breath.
Standing nearby, Hu Meier's small mouth hung slightly open as she stared at Yang Kai with considerable shock. She noticed that even with blood flowing freely from his palm, the thin young man hadn't furrowed his brow once. There was no trace of pain on his face; instead, there was a hint of excitement and eagerness to try. His bright, spirited eyes gleamed with a fierce, predatory light.
For some reason, Hu Meier suddenly felt this person was somewhat dangerous.
Drip... Drip...
Scarlet blood trickled down between his fingers, breaking the tense silence.
Cheng Shaofeng looked at Yang Kai with a dark expression and said coldly, "You're a disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion?"
"Yes!" Yang Kai nodded. The familiar stinging sensation excited him; his entire body's blood was boiling, impatient to unleash it all in a fierce battle.
"So, you're looking to meddle?" Cheng Shaofeng's tone was hostile. The other Wind and Rain Tower disciples heard this and immediately abandoned Li Yuntian's group, gradually surrounding them.
"Meddle?" Yang Kai flashed a grin. "You just said I'm a disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion. How can it be considered meddling? No matter what, they still call me Senior Brother."
"Good, another one delivered right to my door." Cheng Shaofeng laughed loudly. "I can't stand your Lingxiao Pavilion! Today, however many come, I'll take them all on!"