502: Chapter 502: No One Can Leave 502: Chapter 502: No One Can Leave “Nobody is leaving!” Tangyu was about to leave with Wei Yaoye and the others when a bold and brash voice rang out.
Sun Wukong entered with two people beside him, his gaze piercing towards Tangyu like a sword.
Sun Wukong’s shout added a newly tensed atmosphere to the scene.
Tangyu frowned; it truly was a time of troubles.
Having just dealt with Sun Wuming, now came an even more difficult Sun Wukong.
“What do you mean by this, Sun Wukong?” Tangyu asked.
Sun Wukong glanced at Sun Wuming, then turned to Tangyu and said, “Golden Scale Pond is half mine, and your friend has caused trouble on my turf.
Wuming may have said he’d let you go, but I haven’t agreed.
What do you think I mean?”
Tangyu was immediately enraged.
It was clear this guy had found an opportunity to confront him.
Tangyu looked at Sun Wuming, who turned to Sun Wukong and said, “Wukong, let it be, I’ve already agreed to let them go.”
Sun Wukong smiled and said, “Wuming, your agreement is your business, I never said I’d let them go.
Don’t interfere with today’s matter.
You can tell your men not to act, but my men will listen to me.” Indeed, Golden Scale Pond was managed by both Sun Wukong and Sun Wuming, but it was usually left in the care of Sun Wuming.
However, in the Pond, Sun Wukong also had arranged half of the manpower.
Sun Wukong then turned to the hired hands and commanded, “Anyone irrelevant, step aside.”
Sun Wuming’s men all retreated to one side, leaving only Sun Wukong’s.
Sun Wukong evidently came prepared; besides the people from Golden Scale Pond, he had brought quite a number.
So even though Sun Wuming’s men had backed off, the number of people on-site had not decreased.
What was originally Sun Wuming’s place had, in an instant, become Sun Wukong’s territory.
Tangyu was indeed furious, feeling as if he had been played.
However, he had no evidence to claim that this was a deliberate set-up by the two brothers.
Since trouble had come knocking, there was no choice but to meet it with fists.
Tangyu swept his gaze over Sun Wukong, “So, what do you want to do?”
“In my place, you attack my people, and you still want to be tough and violent?
I have only one way to deal with such people: cripple or waste them.
Now I’ll give you two choices: Whoever threw the first punch at my men, I want both of his hands, then you can all crawl away.
Or, you can take your friend’s punishment for him.
You can choose to give me your hands, or you can choose to kneel and apologize to me.
Two paths, it’s up to you,” Sun Wukong said.
Tangyu sneered mockingly and shook his head, “You and your brother really sound alike, Sun Wukong.
It’s a shame that someone with the name of a brash youth is just so-so and nothing more than average.
Is this the only way you know how to threaten me?”
“Hmph, I’m just defending my dignity with my fists.
Whoever causes trouble in my place will be dealt with the same way.
Don’t think such a cheap provocation will work on me.
Do you think it’s effective?
I don’t have the time or patience to wait for you to ponder.
Have you made your choice?” Sun Wukong said.
“If it’s shameless, it’s shameless; no matter how gorgeous the packaging, it can’t cover up the ugly reality.
Since that’s the case, there’s nothing more to discuss.
Let our fists do the talking,” Tangyu declared, and then he charged at Sun Wukong.
“No one interfere, today it’s a matter between him and me,” Sun Wukong shouted, and then he too charged at Tangyu.
The last two times they were about to clash, it had been stopped by others.
Sun Wukong had always longed for a battle with Tangyu, and he would not let go of this opportunity today.
Sun Wukong’s steps were large, solid, and steady, a rapid charge like a slashing broadsword heading straight for Tangyu.
Sun Wukong’s palm landed heavily on Tangyu’s fist, emitting a muffled sound as if two boulders had collided.
Sun Wukong’s strength was indeed formidable; his palm strike had caused Tangyu’s fist to feel somewhat numb.
This guy was not weak.
The corners of Tangyu’s mouth lifted slightly.
He had finally met a decent opponent, sparking his fighting spirit.
Sun Wukong turned his palm into a knife, slashing ferociously at Tangyu once more.
His palm technique was domineering, each move filled with strength, hewing with such ferocity as if he wanted to slice Tangyu down with each strike.
Sun Wukong’s skills were genuinely remarkable; his palm technique varied greatly and was so fast it was difficult to keep up with his pace.
His footsteps were also very stable, pressing in steadily and even gaining the upper hand.
Palm and fist collided; the two fiercely exchanged blows, heating up the blood of the onlookers.
Wei Yaoye and his companions exchanged glances.
Although they had practiced some martial arts, compared to this, they were merely playing house.
Donglin City truly housed hidden dragons and crouching tigers, a gathering of masters.
Wei Yaoye felt if he joined the fight, he probably wouldn’t last more than a few rounds before being defeated.
He had heard of Sun Wukong, the Brash Youth’s name and knew he was a tough person to deal with.
Wei Yaoye was especially disgruntled, wondering how he could have stumbled upon such a ‘Bodhisattva’ by chance.
If he had known earlier that this place belonged to the Brash Youth Sun Wukong, he would not have come here to flaunt himself.
Truthfully, Sun Wukong had no love for such scenes, but he was in Donglin City to have fun today.
Moreover, he had invited Chang Baosheng, Deng Li, and a few other friends.
He couldn’t let them down, could he?
Little did he expect that it would cause such trouble.
“What a domineering and formidable palm technique, it’s just like the Thunderclap Palm from the TV shows, actually fighting evenly with Master, Donglin City indeed has many masters,” Deng Li watched with keen interest, his focus entirely on the battlefield, seeing it as a great learning opportunity for himself.
Sun Wukong fought like a fierce tiger, his combat power astonishing, while Tangyu also countered move for move.
At first, it seemed that Sun Wukong had a slight advantage, but that was only because Tangyu was unfamiliar with Sun Wukong’s style and fought conservatively, not using full force right away, but sizing up his opponent instead.
Gradually, Tangyu had figured out Sun Wukong’s patterns.
After Sun Wukong missed a palm strike, Tangyu dashed forward with lightning speed, throwing a tricky underground punch toward Sun Wukong’s armpit.
Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow and let out a snort through narrowed nostrils.
He twisted his face attempting to retreat and dodge the punch, but Tangyu was simply too fast.
Sun Wukong could not evade in time and was hit solidly.
Fortunately, Sun Wukong had retreated quickly enough that some of the force had been mitigated.
Regardless, the punch made him very uncomfortable, causing him to stagger back as he shook his arm violently, the numbing pain a great annoyance.
Taking advantage of victory to follow up with aggressive attacks was always something Tangyu enjoyed.
Having landed a successful blow, Tangyu naturally didn’t give Sun Wukong any chance to catch his breath.
Tangyu’s punching style also suddenly changed, becoming as fierce and crazy as a sudden storm.
This change felt as if a tame child had suddenly become wildly agitated.
Just before, Tangyu had been parrying blow for blow, very conservatively, but now he had transformed into a ferocious wolf.
This drastic change caused Sun Wukong’s brows to furrow tightly, and his face grew stern, realizing he might have been outsmarted; the opponent had clearly been holding back all along and had not been fighting with full force.
Damn it.
Sun Wukong was furiously unrestrainable, and his fierce face took on a hint of madness, but once the tide of defeat had started, it was not easy to turn it back.
Moreover, Tangyu’s strength was indeed superior to Sun Wukong’s.
Now that Tangyu had burst forth, Sun Wukong was naturally retreating step by step.
“Brother Yu V587, ah.” Chang Baosheng also grinned with a smile.
Deng Li also breathed a sigh of relief.
He had been a bit worried just now, “So the master was doing it on purpose, huh?
I was wondering how my master could possibly not beat him.
In my heart, my master is invincible.”
Sun Wuming, sitting there with a chilling expression on his face, was not surprised that Tangyu could give Sun Wukong trouble twice, this guy’s strength was indeed somewhat frightening.
How strong Sun Wukong was, Sun Wuming naturally knew.
Even if they took ten elite enforcers from here, they would definitely not be able to beat Sun Wukong.
The enforcers present were all capable of standing their ground in a one-on-one fight, each one trained through brutal combat.
Even an expert from the special forces would absolutely not be able to handle several of these enforcers.
These elites were indeed Sun Wuming’s most exceptional forces.
But Tangyu was able to suppress Sun Wukong.
It was then that Sun Wuming understood why he could become a hero of Linshan, able to confront over a dozen armed thugs on his own.
His arrogance was indeed backed by something substantial.
“Bang!”
Tangyu’s offensive was like an overwhelming tide, a sweeping forceful song, leaving Sun Wukong completely powerless.
The final punch landed heavily on Sun Wukong’s chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Crashing noises!!!
When Sun Wukong was injured, his subordinates immediately became angrily charged, and four to five dozen elite troops rushed forward.
Even if Tangyu gave it his all, he definitely couldn’t withstand them.
Tangyu was flesh and blood, not a deity.
These people were not ordinary street thugs—if they were, there might still be hope.
But these were elite fighters.
Deng Li and the others tensed up once again.
Wei Yaoye’s bodyguards also desperately gritted their teeth and stood up, protecting Wei Yaoye and the others in the center.
“Everyone stay down,” Sun Wukong coldly commanded.
“Yes!”
A resounding, uniform voice immediately rang out, deafening and majestic.
The sheer force of their presence was intimidating enough.
“Deng Li, protect them,” Tangyu said through gritted teeth, seeing that a tough battle was indeed inevitable.
“Follow closely behind me,” Deng Li also gritted his teeth and, with a resolute face, ordered Chang Baosheng and the others.
“Kill!”
The enforcers were about to launch their attack, and the scene was becoming chaotic.
The atmosphere grew tense once again.
“Stop!” Just then, another booming voice rang out, powerful and commanding enough to halt the enforcers in their tracks, as if their spirits had been momentarily snatched away.
Hearing this voice, Sun Wukong’s face changed, and he looked troubled, turning his gaze toward the source.
The newcomer was none other than Xiao Yu, one of the Five Young Masters of Donglin.
He strode forward with four of his men, and no one dared to block his way.
Xiao Yu walked straight up to Tangyu.
His four bodyguards spread out behind him, ready to fend off attacks from any direction.
Just by looking at the demeanor of these four, it was clear they were no ordinary people; they could not be compared to the elites here.
The mere presence of these four was enough to deter the crowd.