Fierce!

Tian Wen was truly ruthless.

Was that a groin kick he threw, aiming to end the lineage?

From the passenger seat, Ma Qingqing nearly screamed in shock. Was there anyone as merciless as this? Her disdain for him was justified.

Unfortunately for Tian Wen, he was now facing Liu Zhizhong. Even an outsider like Ma Qingqing, who had witnessed Brother Zhizhong's prowess, knew Tian Wen was in for a bad time.

Sure enough, Liu Zhizhong dodged Tian Wen's first strike with a swift sidestep, still with both hands tucked in his pockets, cool as could be. Ma Qingqing was utterly captivated.

Liu Zhizhong shook his head and said, "Classmate Tian, do you have a grudge against my 'little brother'? Why the need to disable it?"

Tian Wen was slightly taken aback and said gravely, "Oh, so you've trained before? My apologies, I've only used half my strength just now, but you're finished next!"

No sooner had he spoken than he lunged forward, his foot kicking out like lightning.

But Liu Zhizhong dodged and spun, delivering a sweeping kick into the air.

Tian Wen just saw a blur before Liu Zhizhong's long leg struck him from behind.

"Ah!!!"

With a cry of alarm, Tian Wen was swept to the ground. Had his hands not braced him in time, he would have face-planted.

Just as he thought to roll over and get up, Liu Zhizhong lifted his leg and slammed it down with a smack onto his back.

Immediately, Tian Wen howled, feeling as though his heart might be dislodged; he was gasping for air, struggling to breathe—as if struck by a weight worth its weight in gold!

The strength in his supporting hands failed, and he collapsed, prone on the ground in a perfect display of abject defeat.

From the passenger seat, Ma Qingqing's heart bloomed with joy, and she involuntarily cheered.

Brother Zhizhong's speed was so fast, his form so stylish!

That miscreant Tian Wen was surely done for now?

Liu Zhizhong said coldly, "Classmate Tian, is that all? The president of the school's martial arts club? I've said it before, violence doesn't solve problems. Please be more civilized..."

"Be civilized, my ass! Ah!!!"

Tian Wen had never faced such humiliation. Enraged, he somehow found strength and burst forth with a roar, flipping over and attempting to kick.

But Liu Zhizhong simply hopped away, easily dodging.

Fuming with a wild beast's fury, Tian Wen's face turned crimson, twisted with ferocity, as he roared and charged.

Unfortunately for him, Liu Zhizhong kept his hands in his pockets, and with only his long legs, he countered every punch and kick. To Ma Qingqing, her Brother Zhizhong looked incredibly suave!

In less than twenty seconds, Liu Zhizhong kicked Tian Wen into the air.

He howled as he crashed into a bed of park roses, scrambling to pull himself up only to be caught by thorns, his clothes torn and streaked with blood, his face a mask of bloodied disarray.

And that kick—he felt as if his intestines had been severed.

After he crawled out of the roses, he couldn't even stand straight, clutching his belly with bloodied hands, like a wounded dog. Ma Qingqing was so thrilled she cheered again.

Liu Zhizhong shook his head and said, "Little Classmate Tian, go back and train for another hundred years. You can't keep up with me. Violence really isn't a solution. I hope from now on you'll stop pestering Qingqing and let her live in peace. Is that alright?"

"You... you..." Clutching his belly in excruciating pain, his teeth gritted and his face streaked with blood, Tian Wen pointed at Liu Zhizhong, lost for words.

Liu Zhizhong looked too cool in front of him, with his hands still casually in his pockets, standing in the sunlight, radiating confidence and commanding presence.

From the passenger seat, Ma Qingqing gazed at Liu Zhizhong like an infatuated fan girl, which only deepened Tian Wen's heartache.

This charming young man—it was unimaginable that such a fan would willingly throw herself at Liu Zhizhong. Had she already fallen for him? Would it be effortless for him to have her?

Thinking this, Tian Wen could not hold back any longer. Crazed, he yelled, "Fuck you, wait for me! I will never give up on Qingqing! In this lifetime, she has to be my woman!"

Liu Zhizhong just smiled faintly, shook his head, and said, "Sorry, but on behalf of Qingqing, let me tell you: you're dreaming. Don't bother, because you're not worthy. Now leave before you bleed even more. You need medical treatment, don't you?"

"You... Humph!!!"

Feeling utterly outmatched by Liu Zhizhong's composure, Tian Wen quickly jumped into his car, started it, and drove off.

His body was torn and battered, aching all over—he really did need to tend to his injuries.

Liu Zhizhong remained standing, then finally took his right hand out of his pocket and waved it at the retreating car.

That truly infuriated Tian Wen—almost like he wanted to put the car in reverse and run Liu Zhizhong over.

But all Tian Wen could do was to speed away, quickly disappearing around a bend.

Liu Zhizhong watched him leave, shook his head, and sighed, "Young man, you're just too green... Uhh..."

He stopped in his tracks.

Looking down, he felt a pair of soft, jade-like arms wrapped around his waist.

From behind, an intense pressure pressed tight against him!

The fragrance that wafted was exhilarating to his senses!

Ma Qingqing clung to his waist, her face nestled against his broad back, passionately exclaiming, "Brother Zhizhong, you're amazing, you're so wonderful..."