Chapter 17: Nine Turns of Fate

  "Ye Zhuang, you can't do it, let me!" Ye Han didn't turn his head back, lightly said a sentence, then smiled at the opposite Liu Bao and said calmly: "Liu Bao, I'll give you ten seconds to choose, either disappear from my sight or get beaten up by me again! You decide!"

  The leopard brother's face changed slightly, and he felt a bit apprehensive in his heart. He didn't dare to fight him, just as he was about to scold him with a few sharp words, suddenly his shoulder sank, and the young man behind him took a step forward, placing one hand on his shoulder.

  "Liu Bao, retreat!" The young man with a stern expression said in a low voice, then stood in front of Liu Bao, his eyes fixed on Ye Han, and said seriously: "You are very strong, no wonder Liu Bao can't beat you!"

  Ye Han smiled faintly and said, "What makes you think so?"

  The young man with a flat head pointed to Ye Han's back and said, "He weighs at least 50 kilograms more than you, but you grabbed his collar and lightly pulled him behind you. This is something an ordinary person can't do! Moreover, the step you took just now looked very strange. Although it was extremely slow, it easily dodged Liu Bao's kick with someone much heavier than you. I think that should be a kind of wonderful footwork? If I'm not mistaken, you must have practiced martial arts!"

  "Oh, you've also practiced martial arts, your fists should be the most powerful, right? Hehe, Liu Biao asked you to come and teach me, he must have given you a lot of benefits?" Seeing that the young man with the inch-wide forehead could actually tell that he had practiced "martial arts", Ye Han couldn't help but feel a bit interested in him.

  Ye Han's past life in the "Xian Yi Men" was spent studying medicine and cultivating immortal techniques. When engaging with others, he often employed flying swordsmanship and treasure attacks, rarely resorting to close combat. Although he had learned a considerable amount of fist and footwork, the skills he acquired had long surpassed the boundaries of modern martial arts. His every move was imbued with profound mystery and boundless power.

  Even now, Ye Han's body has only cultivated a weak spiritual energy, which is worlds apart from his peak in the previous life. However, relying on the memories brought from his past life, he can still be considered a top-notch master. The young man with the inch-long board-like head saw through his skills at a glance. Although it couldn't be said that he had reached the highest level, he had several years of solid foundation in hard qigong, and when facing an opponent like Liu Bao, ten or eight would not be enough for him to defeat.

  Ye Han's footwork was actually a body technique, in Ye Han's previous life in the Xian Tian realm called "Nine Turns Fold". When this body technique is cultivated to the Great Completion Realm, its speed surpasses lightning and shooting stars, and it is so subtle that even ordinary flying sword treasures cannot harm him. Even if he encounters an opponent with much higher cultivation than him, he can still stand undefeated.

  What Ye Han learned was based on spiritual energy, and without the help of spiritual energy, it's naturally impossible to talk about its power. The step he took just now secretly combined with the "Nine Rotating Fold" technique, but even at the peak period, not even one percent of the subtlety was brought out. Even so, in the eyes of the young man from the Inch Board Head, it was already astonishing.

  When Ye Han said, "You've also practiced martial arts, your fists should be the most powerful, right?" The young man with a square board head was shocked in his heart, thinking that since the other party could see through his own trump card, he might be stronger than himself, and immediately put away the arrogant look on his face. He said solemnly, "Liu Bao is the younger brother of a friend of mine, I'm standing up for him, there's no benefit to gain! Hmm, since we're all from the martial arts world, it's easy to settle this. Let's see who's true skills are better! If I lose, we'll leave immediately and Liu Bao won't bother you again; if you lose, apologize to Liu Bao and compensate for all the losses he suffered before, promising not to bully him again!"

  Ye Han coldly smiled and said: "I'm just a student, I don't care about the martial arts world! Do you want to see the real thing? Haha, okay, I agree with you! However, your conditions need some changes. If you lose, Liu Bao has to apologize to us, compensate us 8,000 yuan for spiritual damages, and promise not to collect protection fees from students of No.1 Middle School again. Otherwise, I'll beat him up every time I see him! And if I lose, the same conditions apply!"

  "Damn it, mental damage fee? You want 10,000 or 20,000 yuan? Why don't you go die! Last time you beat me up, if anyone should pay compensation, it's you who should pay me!"

  Ye Han didn't bother with him and just looked at the young man with a buzz cut.

  "Alright, I promise you!" The young man with a shaved head hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

  "Hui Ge, you..." Leopard Brother was anxious and just about to speak when the young man with a shaved head turned around and glared at him fiercely, saying coldly: "Liu Bao, shut your mouth! You're an uneducated good-for-nothing, a complete little rascal. I'm helping you, and it's already going against the rules of our martial arts world! If it weren't for your brother having a good relationship with me, begging me to help, I wouldn't have bothered to take your side! If you're not satisfied, go up there and fight him yourself, I'll just turn around and leave!"

  "Brother Bao, don't go! I...I'll listen to you, okay? You must win!"

  "I'll do my best! Don't worry, if I lose, I'll pay the money!" The young man with a square board-like head nodded to Ye Han and made a please gesture, saying: "There are many people here, let's go to the alley to have a match."

  Yehan smiled and said: "No need, I'll stand here and let you hit me. If you knock me down, then you win!"

  After he said this, everyone on the scene, including Ye Zhuang, was stunned. Especially Bao Ge and others, looking at Ye Han's eyes like they were looking at a fool.

  Who is Brother Hui? An authentic Shaolin secular disciple, the young master of Fengyung Wuguan in this city, a member of the Municipal Wushu Association, and a rising star in the martial arts world. His fist skills are particularly formidable, able to shatter several bricks with one punch, earning him the nickname "Iron Fist Invincible".

  Look at Ye Han again, although he's not short and can fight well, but his thin body can't withstand a few bricks. If he really stands still and lets Hui Ge punch him a few times, it would be strange if he doesn't get beaten to death!

  Don't pretend to be what you're not!

  Ye Zhuang tugged at his sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Big Brother Ye, have you practiced the Golden Bell Shield?"

  Ye Han shook his head.

  "Then... have you practiced Iron Shirt?" Ye Zhuang asked again.

  Ye Han shook his head again.

  "Is that having true energy protecting one's body?" Ye Zhuang asked again, his voice already somewhat trembling.

  Ye Han still shook his head.

  "Damn, Ye Lao Da, we can't play like this!" Ye Zhuang's voice was trembling with a hint of tears, "If you lose, apologizing and making amends is nothing, but what if...what if he beats us up badly? And...and as you said, if we lose, we have to pay them 80,000 yuan, damn...we'll have to sell our kidneys then!"

  Ye Han said in a low voice with a laugh: "Shut up, don't jinx me! How do you know I'll lose? Stand aside and get ready to pay up!"

  The young man with a short haircut knew that Ye Han was very strong, but he was also a rather arrogant person. He was infuriated by Ye Han's sentence "I stand here and let you hit me". In a low voice, he said: "Stand still and let me hit... are you sure you want to do this?"

  Ye Han said: "Hmm, it's settled."

  The young man with a shaved head said: "What if I hurt you?"

  "Did I hurt you?" Ye Han smiled and shrugged, saying: "Alright, if I get beaten up by you, I'll take responsibility for the consequences!"

  "Alright! You said it, don't regret it!"

  The young man with a shaved head stopped talking nonsense, his eyes bursting with energy, his fist clenched suddenly, the joints of his fingers making a crisp "cracking" sound. He took a step forward, let out a loud shout, and his right fist, carrying a gust of wind, threw a straight punch that heavily struck Ye Han's chest.

  After all, he had practiced martial arts, and this punch was powerful. In Ye Zhuang's eyes, this punch was as fast as a running thunderbolt, weighing over a thousand kilograms. Facing this punch, let alone a person, even a large tree would be unable to withstand it. Imagining the scene of Ye Han being punched to the ground, rolling around and crying out in agony, he closed his eyes tightly with a pained expression, not daring to look.