C4 The Power of the Little Demonic Spirit Fruit!

Bang!

Chi Bo was completely caught off guard by the speed of Wan's leg!

What was even more unexpected was how high Wan could jump—her kick landed squarely on Chi Bo's cheek, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Hu Yang watched in amazement as Wan smoothly retracted her leg and stood her ground. He could hardly believe it.

This girl was extraordinary. Her Whirlwind Thunderbolt Kick had been executed with flair, though it lacked a bit in strength.

Considering her young age, her skill level was impressive.

It made sense now why she had insisted on helping Hu Yang take care of Chi Bo—she had the confidence to back it up.

Hu Yang quickly realized something else: this girl's courage to wander alone meant she had something to fall back on.

Chi Bo, seething with anger, got back on his feet and bellowed, "Hu Yang, you spineless wimp! No wonder you're so bold today, hiding behind a schoolgirl who can throw a few punches!"

To Hu Yang's surprise, the disdainful voice in his head didn't add any points this time!

Maybe Chi Bo no longer dared to underestimate him.

"Who are you calling a schoolgirl? Open your eyes and look properly!" Wan stepped forward, visibly upset, and pointed at Chi Bo.

Chi Bo might have been a street tough, but he felt insecure in the presence of a true martial artist, particularly after Wan's textbook Whirlwind Kick had truly frightened him.

He shot a desperate glance at Zhao Hu for help.

Zhao Hu caught the signal and rose menacingly to his feet. "You don't beat a dog without watching its owner! I command you to apologize to Chi Bo immediately and compensate for all damages. Otherwise, don't blame me, Zhao Hu, for not sparing the girl!"

He was a towering figure, with his arms crossed over his bare, muscular chest that glistened as if oiled, reflecting the light.

Wan's brow furrowed and she took a cautious step back.

Hu Yang quickly tugged at her, signaling that it's better to avoid a direct confrontation when at a disadvantage.

However, Wan seemed to misinterpret his gesture, perhaps thinking Hu Yang would think less of her for backing down. With that, she charged at Zhao Hu, her leg sweeping out in a powerful kick!

With a loud thud, Zhao Hu effortlessly blocked the attack with his arms, sending Wan rebounding back to the ground. She stumbled, barely managing to keep her balance.

Hu Yang was by her side in an instant, steadying her as she rose, limping and teary-eyed, with her hand clutched to her calf, clearly in pain from the kick to Zhao Hu's arm.

Zhao Hu looked over at Hu Yang and Wan with a sneer, lazily hooking a finger at them in a taunting gesture.

Wan shot him a venomous glare but restrained herself from charging again.

Hu Yang was well aware that Wan, being young and a girl, was at a natural disadvantage in strength compared to Zhao Hu.

Furthermore, Zhao Hu appeared to be well-versed in martial arts, possessing a formidable resistance to blows. A direct confrontation would surely put Wan at an even greater disadvantage.

Chi Bo approached with a smug, toothy grin.

"Hu Yang, settle the bill for me today and we're still friends. Otherwise, Brother Zhao Hu might demand a heftier compensation," he boasted.

Hu Yang gave him an icy stare, remaining silent.

Feeling helpless, Wan tugged at Hu Yang's sleeve and murmured, "I can't beat him. Let's just pay and be done with it. It's not a lot of money, anyway."

A thought struck Hu Yang. Perhaps Zhao Hu, despite his brawn, wasn't skilled in actual combat techniques!

With that in mind, he popped a Little Demonic Spirit Fruit into his mouth.

The fruit dissolved instantly, its nectar-like essence cascading into his belly, bringing a refreshing coolness. Energy coursed through his veins, his muscles subtly pulsing with newfound power. Hu Yang felt a surge of strength fill his entire being.

The Little Demonic Spirit Fruit was indeed effective. Whether it could truly enhance his strength by 500 pounds as claimed remained to be seen.

Wan observed Hu Yang consuming the fruit, her eyes brimming with bewilderment, yet she held back her questions.

Stepping forward, Hu Yang balled his fists, ready to face Zhao Hu.

"Did you really think a Little Demonic Spirit Fruit would give you the courage to take on Brother Zhao Hu?" Chi Bo burst into mocking laughter.

In the system, Chi Bo's scorn increased by 10 points, and Zhao Hu's by 20.

Hu Yang's mind raced as he recalled the points Chi Bo had contributed to him—never more than 10. Zhao Hu had a maximum of 20, significantly less than Lin Xin, her mother, and even Wan.

Was there a deeper meaning to this?

He didn't have time to ponder it further.

Zhao Hu stood with his arms defiantly crossed, giving Hu Yang a taunting look. "What difference will it make if I let you land three punches and two kicks?"

A chill passed through Hu Yang's eyes. He advanced slowly until he was just a meter away from Zhao Hu, then suddenly, his fist flew forward.

He aimed directly for Zhao Hu's brow. Despite his slender frame, Hu Yang was nearly as tall as his opponent.

The punch came swiftly. Zhao Hu, having just boasted, subconsciously didn't bother to defend himself—Hu Yang's slight build hardly seemed a threat.

Bang!

Caught off guard, Zhao Hu took the hit full-on and toppled backward, blood gushing from his nose.

Chi Bo stood there, stunned, exclaiming, "Impossible! Hu Yang, how did you get so strong all of a sudden?"

Zhao Hu picked himself up, looking utterly disheveled. He turned and furiously berated Chi Bo, "You said he couldn't take a hit, remember?"

"Maybe he's been secretly practicing his punches..." Chi Bo's eyes were filled with bewilderment.

"Hu Yang, that was awesome! What a beautiful punch!" Wan cheered, clapping her hands and jumping for joy.

Meanwhile, Hu Yang was inwardly cursing, his left hand clutching his swollen right. Damn it, that punch nearly shattered my fingers!

Zhao Hu glared at Hu Yang with venom and launched a kick straight at him.

Hu Yang quickly stepped aside, his hands moving fast. He executed a "mountain-shaking, tiger-striking" maneuver and delivered a swift hook punch!

Crack!

Unexpectedly, the punch landed hard on Zhao Hu's waist. Already off-balance, the blow sent him reeling, causing him to roll uncontrollably and crash into two stools.

He yelped in agony, curling into a ball, unable to rise.

Chi Bo watched, incredulous, and murmured in a daze, "Hu Yang, have you actually been training?"

"Give me back the money for the drinks, and I'll spare you today," Hu Yang grunted, wincing from the sharp pain on the back of his hand.

"It's all here, I swear I didn't take a dime," Chi Bo replied, his voice tinged with panic. Perhaps fearing a beating from Hu Yang, he quickly produced a wad of cash and handed it over.

Taking the money, Hu Yang lifted his leg, and Chi Bo, terrified, stumbled backward, crashing into a stool. He landed squarely on his backside on the floor and, in a frantic gesture, slapped himself hard across the face. "Hu Yang, I'm sorry. Please, for the sake of our years as classmates, forgive me this once. I just lost my head for a moment..."

"As of now, you're no longer a classmate of mine!" Hu Yang declared, pulling Wan along as he walked away.

"Hu Yang, what on earth did you eat earlier? Your strength seemed to surge! Come on, give me some too!" Wan looked up at him, her eyes brimming with curiosity and longing.