Dragon Peak Emperor

04. Fistfight

"Fat!" Jing Yanxi's other followers shouted hysterically. They all looked furious after the fall of their friend at the hands of Hua Fei.

They really wanted to help their fat friend who was now falling on the ground and groaning in pain. However, Hua Fei had already jumped in to block them all.

"Hey, want to help him? Come forward all of you if you want to feel my fist!" Hua Fei clenched her fists in a defiant manner that he made as arrogant as possible.

One of them shouted loudly, "Hua Feiii! You really defended the son of that traitor!"

"Don't talk too much!" Hua Fei snapped and ignored what they said about Jing Ling's father. For him, he would be on the front lines when his brother was in danger.

"Come on! Who else wants to feel my fist?" Hua Fei challenged by raising his fist while grinning sinisterly. "I'll take you down one by one, or all six at once!"

"Look how arrogant the defender of that traitorous child is!" One of Jing Yanxi's younger children pointed with a chin motion at Hua Fei. "At most, after this, he will cry and complain to his uncle."

The laughter of the young people sounded very painful to Hua Fei's ears. A sharp, devastating cold light flashed in his eyes. Hua Fei said, "Don't talk too much. If you want to fight, just fight. Why should you bother mocking others?"

"Or, are you all actually feeling scared and want to immediately run away from me?" Hua Fei smiled mockingly. "In fact, my boxing moves really want to make all of you battered and go home with ugly faces."

"Hah! You think we're afraid of your cheap moves?" A medium-sized boy with a mole on the left of his nose came forward and immediately attacked Hua Fei recklessly. He threw a full force fist.

"Then, I'll be happy to let you experience it!" Hua Fei only needed to bend his head slightly to the side to dodge his opponent's full-strength fist.

The bare-handed attack did not hit the target. On the contrary, Hua Fei managed to elbow the child hard enough in the stomach to create enough pressure and make the attacker vomit the contents of his stomach. Hua Fei himself immediately dodged when a jet of fluid from his opponent's internal organs almost hit his body.

"Damn! That was close!" Hua Fei shouted cursing her opponent. The boy looked at the child who had been hit by his elbow and had fallen to his knees while holding his stomach which felt like it had burst. He grimaced in pain as his clothes were stained with fluid from his stomach.

"Jing Ran!" Jing Ran's friends screamed in unison when they saw their friend fall to the ground, gasping for breath and his body covered in vomit. They immediately scattered to gang up on Hua Fei who had knocked out two of their friends.

Hua Fei this time was quite overwhelmed when facing four children at once. However, he was not a coward and did not want to be carried away by fear that would bring him down mentally. Even though several blows had landed on her skinny, white, soft body, Hua Fei still fought bravely. Luckily, he had often practiced martial arts with Jing Ling.

Meanwhile, Jing Ling herself still has to deal with his arrogant cousin and who really hates him. Occasionally, Jing Ling's beautiful eyes glanced at Hua Fei who was having trouble facing his four opponents. He said silently. "So poor Brother Fei. I have to catch this stinky brat, so that this fight doesn't last too long!"

"Heh, Jiu Ling! Come on and face me again, Donkey Boy!" Jing Yanxi grinned sarcastically at Jing Ling who still looked thoughtful. "Soon, your stupid brother will also run out of strength against my men!"

Jiu Ling is a term used to make fun of and intend to insult Jing Ling, who is known to be Jiu Wang's son.

"Yanxiiiii! I'm not Jiu Liiiiiing!" Jing Ling was starting to run out of patience this time. "Please accept retribution for insulting me and Hua Fei, my big brother! Cheess!"

Jing Ling landed another hard punch on the left side of Jing Yanxi's face, causing the boy's inner cheek to collide with his teeth and causing heavy bleeding which immediately poured out fresh blood. The kid also used the Death Sledgehammer Fist like Hua Fei did. This move was actually a high level skill belonging to the Blood Jade Sect, but they learned about blows that could crush even rocks from Hua Yan, their teacher.

"Aaaaahh!" A loud scream of pain escaped Jing Yanxi's mouth. His head suddenly felt so dizzy that his tall body swayed and almost fell.

"You! You!" Jing Yanxi took a few steps back while holding his face which had been hit by several fists from Jing Ling. The child spat repeatedly to clean the blood in his mouth while grimacing in pain. Jing Yanxi pointed at his opponent while exclaiming, "Jing Liiiing! How dare you beat this venerable young master! You traitorous child!"

"Dear Young Master?" Jing Ling asked as he jumped back and floated slightly and spun three times, then he launched a sweeping kick which successfully landed on Jing Yanxi's back.

Jing Yanxi didn't even have time to dodge or parry the barrage of attacks that landed on his body. But it seemed that this arrogant brat also had little ability to manage the basic level of internal energy techniques that would usually be learned by children in an academy.

Jing Ling herself didn't seem satisfied with venting his anger at the humiliation of her great-brother. The boy with a handsome and pretty face growled and shouted, "I'm not the son of a traitor! I'm the son of Teacher Hua Yaaaaan!"

Jing Yanxi was already battered from getting raw punches from Jing Ling repeatedly. However, the boy's eyes were still red as if possessed by a demon. He once again jumped back a few steps to take a stance, then in the next second Jing Ling ran over and threw a hard kick.

Unsurprisingly, Jing Yanxi's body bounced forward and fell face down and kissed the wet ground. The boy's face was bruised in various places until it swelled and the back of his body felt heavy and very painful. This was because Jing Ling suddenly pressed on his back, which made the young master of the Jing Family feel short of breath.

"Dear Young Master Jing Yanxi! Looks like you are now very comfortable under my feet!" Jing Ling said with his hands on his hips. "Wasn't it you who wanted to make us both footwear?"

"Ji--Jing--Ling!" Jing Yanxi hissed angrily but was completely helpless.

“Taste the consequences of your arrogance, Yanxi!” Jing Ling laughed again with her hands on his hips. He felt satisfied that he could avenge his heartache towards Jing Cheng's son, who was Jing Yue's mother's cousin.

"Jing Ling! I will avenge you!"