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Zhong Kui's Diary
I exchanged a glance with Fatty, and we both understood that this man named Fang Xiang was definitely trying to coerce Linzi into agreeing to something, likely to make her his girlfriend based on his expression.
We could not tolerate such behavior; after all, Linzi was our savior and a goddess to us. How could we allow her to be threatened by this guy? Fatty cleared his throat, almost shouting at the top of his lungs so that Fang Xiang could hear him: "Linzi, who is this idiot over there?"
Yurou Lin's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement. "His name is Fang Xiang, the son of Fang Zhongda, the second chief of Black Wind Village."
"I spit! So he's the son of the second chief; no wonder he's such a fool!" Fatty coughed loudly and spat on the ground.
Seemingly unsatisfied, he spat several more times before turning to Yurou Lin and asking, "Linzi, is there only this one road into Black Wind Village?"
Yurou Lin nodded.
Fatty turned to me. "Fang Zhan will be back in a bit; we can just wait for him at the entrance. Besides, we’re not entering Black Wind Village, so that idiot can't do anything to us."
Fang Xiang's face had already turned pale with anger. Hearing Fatty's words, he could no longer hold back and shouted furiously, "You fat pig, do you want to die?"
Fatty contemptuously raised his middle finger at him. "Bite me?"
Fang Xiang was furious and quickly walked over from the giant log. As he approached, Fatty laughed. "Ghost Brother, look at how unsteady he is on his feet; clearly, he has no Kung Fu skills. Does he really dare to come over and challenge me? Isn't he just asking for trouble?"
However, Yurou Lin spoke seriously. "Mr. Ding, don't underestimate him; Fang Xiang ranks third among the top ten experts in Black Wind Village. His strength should not be overlooked."
Initially, I didn't think much of it either, but upon hearing Yurou Lin's warning, I focused my attention on Fang Xiang. Indeed, while he appeared unsteady on his feet, his upper body remained completely still; he looked like a piece of wood floating on water—clearly a master of light Kung Fu.
"As a guest of Black Wind Village, I cannot attack anyone from Black Wind Village. You should take care." Yurou Lin glanced at me before stepping aside, her gaze returning to calmness and composure.
I nodded and stepped forward to stand in front of Fatty. "Fatty, you're not his match; let me handle this."
Fatty reluctantly muttered, "Even if I can't beat him, can't I still shoot?" He then spat at Fang Xiang before stepping aside.
At that moment, Fang Xiang stopped three meters away from me with a dark expression. "Kneel and apologize!"
I chuckled lightly, "Are you going to bow to us? That would be too embarrassing. We came in such a hurry that we haven't even brushed our teeth, let alone prepared any red envelopes."
Fang Xiang snorted coldly and suddenly lunged forward like a ghost, leaping into the air. His left leg was straightened while his right leg extended diagonally forward, forming a '卜' shape. At the same time, he used his left leg as an axis to spin rapidly, his whole body rotating like a top as he charged towards me. Those who have played Street Fighter know that this move resembles the spinning kick of the white and red characters, and when performing it in the game, one usually shouts: "Zai Zai Bu Lu Gen."
Damn, why not throw in an "Ah Du Gen" or "Huo Yao Gen"?
Despite my internal complaints, I didn't dare to be careless. I immediately sank my waist into a horse stance, placing my right palm on my left arm, then raised my left arm to block. No matter how swiftly he spun his leg, as long as I could brace against it, the rest of his moves would naturally fall apart.
With a loud bang, Fang Xiang's right leg struck my left arm directly. A tremendous force surged through me; good grief, that kick must have had four or five hundred pounds of power behind it.
Even so, I didn't pay much attention because while blocking that kick, I made a slight retraction movement. Don't underestimate this action; it could dissipate a large portion of Fang Xiang's force. After absorbing the impact, I pushed outward to block him, akin to the gentle pushing technique in Tai Chi—an entire motion flowing seamlessly together, using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds. To outsiders, it appeared as though I had withstood that kick with sheer strength.
Next, I transitioned from blocking to grabbing, reaching for Fang Xiang's ankle while simultaneously pulling back my body. As long as I caught his ankle, I could drag him down to the ground effortlessly.
This move is most effective against an airborne opponent.
Fang Xiang changed tactics swiftly; he quickly retracted his right leg and executed a backflip in mid-air—difficulty level five—landing gracefully without a sound and dodging my grab. Once on the ground, he pushed off powerfully and shot towards me like an arrow released from its bow. Midway through his charge, his left knee rose high and crashed towards my chin with tremendous force and speed.
I smiled slyly; this was a move I often used myself and was very familiar with its weaknesses. I pressed my left palm against my right palm and aimed for his knee. If I could push down on his knee and then pull back on his arm or shoulder while hooking with my foot, he would end up falling flat on his face.
Unfortunately, plans don't always go as expected. Just as I was about to exert force on his knee with both hands, an intense pain suddenly surged through my body as if all the agony from earlier—after being hit by a Rocket Launcher—had returned with vengeance. In that moment of excruciating pain, all my strength vanished without a trace while Fang Xiang's knee came crashing towards my face.
I suddenly realized that the effect of Linzi's Recovery Pill had worn off, causing my injuries to revert to their previous state—perhaps even worse than before.
As Fang Xiang's knee loomed larger before me, I internally wailed; damn it! Getting hit by this guy's knee in the face would leave me dead or... disfigured.
At that moment, Fatty—who had been watching from the sidelines—suddenly charged over and slammed into Fang Xiang with incredible speed. Fang Xiang didn't even have time to react before Fatty knocked him down, and they rolled several times on the ground. Meanwhile, I also fell with a thud and couldn't move.
When Fang Xiang stood up again, Fatty seemed to have also succumbed to the effects of the Recovery Pill and lay motionless on the ground.
After kicking Fatty twice, Fang Xiang dusted himself off and walked over to me. He stepped on the back of my hand and twisted his foot sharply while grinning maliciously: "Get up and keep fighting? What's wrong? Out of strength?"
I felt a numb pain all over my body; even when Fang Xiang stepped on the back of my hand, I didn't feel it. However, I was cursing inwardly, Damn, I don't even have the strength to reach for my gun right now. How am I supposed to fight you? If I had known it would be like this, I would have just shot you instead of going through this nonsense.
Just as I was regretting it, Yurou Lin suddenly said, "Fang Xiang, don't touch my patient!"
"Your patient?" Fang Xiang paused for a moment and withdrew his foot.
"You should know that when I came to Black Wind Village, I made three agreements with the Chief. The first is that no one is allowed to interfere with my freedom. The second is that no one can enter my room without my consent. The third is that no one is allowed to touch my patients," Yurou Lin said slowly.
"Are these two also your patients?" Fang Xiang sneered. "What proof do you have?"
Yurou Lin walked over, crouched beside me, and pointed at my wrist, which was slightly bruised from Fang Xiang's step. Calmly, she said, "He was injured in front of me; he is my patient. And over there is Mr. Ding; his arm is scraped as well. Although the injury isn't severe, he is still my patient. According to my agreement with the Chief, if you touch my patients, it’s equivalent to going against the Chief. Are you sure you want to do that?"
Fang Xiang snorted in anger but remained silent, his expression extremely furious.
Yurou Lin ignored Fang Xiang and stood up, softly chanting a spell. Fang Xiang looked at us lying on the ground with an unpredictable expression on his face. He seemed eager to kill us but also appeared afraid of the so-called Chief. Ultimately, he walked away resentfully across the wooden bridge and stood in front of the Copper Door. Even from such a distance, I could still feel his cold gaze.
At this moment, the pain in my body eased slightly, and I managed to sit up. Now, even if Fang Xiang came back, I wouldn't be afraid anymore. Just like Fatty said, if I can't beat you, can't I still shoot?
After a while, a giant about two meters tall walked out from behind the Copper Door. This giant was almost identical to the bald boss's giant; indeed, it was another Puppet controlled by Black Magic.
Following Linzi's command, the giant approached us and hoisted Fatty and me onto its shoulders before turning around and following Linzi across the massive wooden bridge.
As we passed by the Copper Door, Fatty made a strange laugh at Fang Xiang's frostbitten face in front of the Copper Door, which made Fang Xiang's expression even more unpleasant.
We traversed a thirty-meter-long tunnel through the mountain and entered Black Wind Village. It seemed there were no defenses left inside the village; everywhere was filled with vibrant flowers in full bloom. The beautiful scenery dazzled our eyes, and with mist rising in the distance, it felt like a paradise on earth.
Yurou Lin led us directly into a large wooden house and placed us on the floor before the giant turned around and stood guard at the door.
"How are you feeling? Better?" Yurou Lin asked as she picked up a teapot from the table and poured two cups of tea, placing them in front of us.
"I'm feeling a bit better than before," I replied honestly.
"Can we have a few more of those Recovery Pills?" Fatty said with a smile.
"The Recovery Pill works similarly to the painkillers and stimulants in your hospital. Taking too many is not good for your body, and besides, you will return to how you were before taking the Recovery Pill once its effects wear off. So, I don't recommend you continue using them," Yurou Lin said as she pressed on Fatty's pulse. "Given your constitution, you'll recover from this kind of shock in at most three days."
"Wow, my constitution is that good?" Fatty laughed heartily. "What about Ghost Brother?"
"His constitution is just a little better than yours."
"What does 'a little' mean?"
"If he fully recovers, it will take him three hours."
"Uh, the mood today is really good."
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