Chapter 128: One Gold Coin per Kick

Seeing that Su Yi didn’t seem completely clueless and was somewhat cooperative, the burly man chuckled and said, “If you don’t have enough, it’s fine. Pay whatever you can. That wild woman really puts her all into her work!”

The fox’s tail was fully exposed. Su Yi lowered his head in silence, seemingly lost in thought. Noticing this, the man’s voice deepened: “Little brother, remember, money is just an external thing. If you lose your life, everything else is meaningless. And it’s not like you’re paying for nothing. You’ve never played with a woman this provocative before, right? Such a big, juicy ass you’ve never touched? When you get completely overwhelmed later, you’ll definitely think it’s worth it!”

Worth your mother’s head! Su Yi sneered inwardly. Then he slowly stood up, extended his hand toward the man, and wore a faint smile. “If that’s the case, let’s shake hands to seal our cooperation.”

The man was momentarily stunned, then laughed heartily, patted the fair-skinned beauty’s butt to signal her to rise, and stood up himself to grasp Su Yi’s hand. “A wise man knows the times. Little brother, you’re truly straightforward!”

Confident in his strength far surpassing Su Yi’s, he wasn’t afraid to shake hands. Even if Su Yi intended to play tricks, the gap in power rendered them useless! Those around them silently shook their heads, unsure whether in disbelief or pity. The fair-skinned woman, rising beside them, burst into a flirtatious laugh: “Little brother, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of both of you later—”

Before she could finish, chaos erupted! A sharp sound sliced through the air as the table between Su Yi and the burly man shattered into fragments. Su Yi’s whip-like leg, infused with fierce power, struck like a thunderbolt aimed straight between the man’s legs!

Suddenly caught off guard by the deadly sneak attack, the man’s face changed drastically. He instinctively tried to step back, but his body froze. To his horror, his hand was firmly gripped by Su Yi’s powerful hold, utterly immobile!

Alarmed, he shouted and unleashed a burst of fighting spirit, desperately trying to shake off Su Yi’s grip. But the force in Su Yi’s hand was astonishing—his fighting spirit couldn’t budge it! No time could be gained. In desperation, the man twisted his body attempting to dodge the incoming kick. His hand was already restrained, and the force radiating from Su Yi’s leg was even more terrifying.

If such a critical spot took a hit, what disaster would that bring?

The man’s reflexes were quick, but Su Yi’s preemptive strike secured the advantage. The man’s restrained hand cost him precious moments—enough for Su Yi’s overwhelming speed. The man struggled to evade, but Su Yi subtly adjusted the angle of his leg, and a heavy, muffled crack reverberated—accompanied by a sound like something breaking!

“Aah—!”

The man howled in agony, curling his body violently as if about to collapse to his knees. One hand clutched tightly between his legs, his entire body convulsed uncontrollably. Yet his other hand remained trapped in Su Yi’s grip, making his posture both pitiful and grotesque.

Though his agonized cries filled the air, an eerie silence fell around them, amplifying the brutal sound and sending chills down every spine. Frozen eyes stared at the man’s wretched state. Moments ago, he had been so domineering—no one expected a single kick to reduce him to this! Sharp-eyed onlookers even noticed dark blood seeping from between his legs, causing involuntary shudders. Instinctively, they crossed their legs tightly while glancing at the still somewhat slight Su Yi with growing fear and astonishment.

A sneak attack—so ruthless and underhanded. Usually, few would dare target such a vulnerable spot—it’s dishonorable. Yet Su Yi had managed to wound the man, proving his strength was no weakling’s. The fluidity of his movements suggested this wasn’t his first time employing such tactics.

Those who had mocked earlier swiftly fell silent. The only sounds left were the man’s agonized groans. Su Yi made no further move. Moments later, the man, gasping venomously, fixed Su Yi with a glare full of hatred and shock. “You little bastard, how dare you hurt me?!”

His fury was matched by disbelief. A Level 10 Fighter like him, wounded so grievously by an eighteen-year-old youth! As the victim himself, he keenly felt Su Yi’s power. Even a sneak attack causing such damage was no small feat. Moreover, he had unleashed all his fighting spirit, yet could not break Su Yi’s grip, indicating Su Yi’s strength was likely not inferior. To possess such power at only eighteen was incredible beyond belief!

Noticing the man’s desperate struggle, Su Yi tightened his grip and smiled coldly. “Weren’t you asking for twenty thousand gold coins? Didn’t you say you’d pay whatever you had? You just gave me one coin, but there’s plenty more.”

With that said, Su Yi suddenly whipped out another powerful kick! Although the man shielded himself with his hand, he still cried out in pain. The force was so great his body was nearly lifted off the ground. Several people distinctly heard the faint crack of bones—not from Su Yi, but from the man.

“You little bastard! I’ll kill you for this!” The man roared in fury and despair, realizing his most sensitive part was likely ruined. His eyes burned with murderous hatred, as if he wished to tear Su Yi limb from limb.

“Three gold coins... four gold coins... five gold coins...” Ignoring the man’s murderous glare, Su Yi counted aloud and kicked ruthlessly. No matter how the man struggled, each blow elicited a chilling scream. Spectators trembled inwardly. Twenty thousand gold coins—one kick per coin. Finally, some could bear no more and nervously stepped forward to intervene.

“Uh... brother, this man is almost dead already. Please stop kicking. He’s at least the deputy leader of a mercenary troupe. Though they went after the woman who stole their fighting techniques today, if they return...”

Oh? So this man was the deputy leader of the mercenary troupe whose techniques were stolen? Su Yi paused, eyeing the barely conscious man, frowning slightly. He wasn’t overly concerned about fighters’ ranks, but the troupe’s leader was a different matter altogether. Besides, what seemed easy now was largely due to surprise; otherwise, it would have been much tougher.

Judging by the man’s condition, he wouldn’t last long. Relaxed, Su Yi loosened his grip, letting the man collapse to the ground. Then his gaze shifted to the fair-skinned beauty nearby, who now looked as pale as death—a stark contrast to her usual complexion. The pallor clearly betrayed her fear. She hadn’t expected this seemingly immature youth before her to be such a ruthless figure.

Shaking all over, the woman knelt suddenly at Su Yi’s feet, clutching his leg in terror. “Big brother, this isn’t my fault! I don’t know anything! Please don’t kill me!”

Just moments ago, he was a “little brother,” now suddenly a “big brother.” Su Yi shook his head inwardly. He didn’t intend to harm her. Even if she had colluded with the man, what could he do to her? Killing wasn’t justified; seducing her would only put him at a disadvantage...

Kneeling at his side, she was close enough that Su Yi inadvertently caught sight of her ample bosom. Though unintentional, it stirred a reaction. The woman, skilled in such matters, immediately noticed. Her eyes flickered briefly as she pressed closer, pleading, “If you don’t kill me, I’m willing to be your exclusive concubine—devoted entirely to you! Please!”

I’m begging you! Su Yi thought despairingly. With a slight effort, he broke free from her embrace, the soft contact vanishing instantly. Calm returned to him as he took a breath. “No need to kneel. I don’t plan to do anything to you.”

Just as Su Yi was about to leave, a servant from the teahouse rushed over, holding a handful of gold coins with a mixture of respect and fear. “Sir... I truly failed to recognize your greatness. These... these thirty gold coins...”

His demeanor clearly showed he’d been shaken by Su Yi’s earlier display. Although it was a sneak attack, the servant was a fighting spirit cultivator and had some insight. If it were him, he wouldn’t even dare attempt such a strike. He knew well the man’s strength, and as a mercenary, the man had faced countless deadly battles, surviving many sneak attacks. Yet he still couldn’t evade Su Yi’s assault—this spoke volumes. Mere luck could not explain it.

Moreover, during the attack, the servant detected no fighting spirit fluctuations from Su Yi, which puzzled him but confirmed Su Yi’s formidable power. He recalled how he had arrogantly tried to extort the man, but now it seemed Su Yi had simply not bothered with such trivialities. Otherwise, the man lying on the ground might have been himself. One kick for each gold coin! Though the teahouse had some skilled fighters, none beyond Level 9, and Su Yi had dispatched a Level 10 fighter with ease. How could they possibly contend?

In any case, fewer troubles were better.

“Forget it, consider these gold coins compensation for the broken chair,” Su Yi thought to himself. Then, a thought struck him. Pointing down at the motionless man, he asked, “Is the mercenary troupe’s camp still nearby?”

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