Chapter 61: Martial Artists? Worthless Scum

The Houtian martial artist had been watching Li Moxuan fight the entire time.

In his eyes, no matter how fast, vicious, or powerful Li Moxuan's attacks were, he was nothing more than an ordinary person.

He could not sense even the slightest trace of internal energy coming from Li Moxuan.

As long as he wasn't a martial artist, he would never deign to look at him twice.

"Are you confident?"

An Benyue felt slightly relieved.

Right, he still had a peak Houtian martial artist on his side, so what was there to be afraid of?

Even if martial artists turned out to be useless, he still had his trump card.

The Houtian martial artist sneered and said:

"Young Master An, comparing me to trash like that is an insult to me. For garbage like this, a single punch is more than enough!"

"Alright, then you go. I don't want to see him standing up anymore."

"Understood!"

The Houtian martial artist stepped forward, staring directly at Li Moxuan, who was still stepping on the muscular man's Ping-Pong paddle.

Li Moxuan used the muscular man's clothes to wipe his shoes.

He cast a murderous gaze at the Houtian martial artist.

The tense atmosphere made everyone present hold their breath.

Quite a few people noticed An Benyue, and these people knew what a martial artist represented.

Martial artists were beings that ordinary people had no qualification to know about.

Once they made a move, it meant they were invincible in this world.

Splitting boulders with bare hands was mere child's play to them.

Their physical capabilities in every aspect completely surpassed ordinary humans; to ordinary people, they were superhumans.

Since An Benyue had summoned a martial artist, Li Moxuan was undoubtedly doomed to die.

The Houtian martial artist looked down at Li Moxuan arrogantly.

"Kid, you do have some skills, but in front of a martial artist, you are still nothing more than an ant."

"Make your move first, otherwise I'm afraid you'll die without even knowing how it happened!"

Li Moxuan watched the peak Houtian martial artist prancing around in front of him and let out a scoff.

"Why are ants these days getting more arrogant one after the other?"

To avoid terrifying the surrounding passersby, causing too much of a shocking spectacle, and stirring up unnecessary trouble,

Li Moxuan held back his power just a little bit.

He took a step forward and grabbed the Houtian martial artist by the throat.

The Houtian martial artist attempted to grab Li Moxuan's arm in a counter-attack.

Instead, he felt as if his hand had touched a high-speed magnetic levitation track.

Several of his fingers instantly lost all sensation.

Following that, his neck was gripped in a vice-like iron clutch, leaving him no room to struggle.

Li Moxuan's calm voice drifted over.

"Mere Houtian trash, where do you get your confidence?"

"Any random subordinate of mine could obliterate you in a second!"

Li Moxuan casually tossed him aside.

Thud...

The Houtian martial artist's body flew more than a dozen meters through the air, violently embedding itself into the honorary wall on the side of Wushi University, spiderweb cracks spreading across the concrete wall.

Afterwards, the Houtian martial artist's head slumped to one side as he hung limply from the wall, completely unresponsive and dead to the world!

The entire scene fell into a dead silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared at the martial artist embedded in the wall who couldn't even be pulled out.

Their brains simply could not process what had just happened.

That was an invincible martial artist.

And yet he was wiped out in a single second just like that?

Just how strong did this man have to be?

Was he Thanos?

An Benyue felt as though his own throat was being gripped.

"You... are you also a martial artist?"

He knew a bit more than ordinary people; for someone to be able to effortlessly kill him in a second, Li Moxuan had to be at least at the Xiantian realm.

The An family had countless experts, including many Xiantian martial artists.

An Benyue had originally thought bringing a Houtian martial artist would be enough to deal with Li Moxuan.

He never expected Li Moxuan to be this ferocious.

Li Moxuan said impatiently:

"Damn it, how many times do I have to say it? I am not trash like a martial artist."

Li Moxuan walked up to An Benyue and slapped him across the face.

Crack...

With An Benyue's frail physique, he was sent flying on the spot.

His tender, fair face slid across the rough concrete ground for several meters.

His entire face was scraped into a bloody mess; that pretty-boy face of his was presumably ruined for good.

Li Moxuan coldly looked down at An Benyue.

"I gave you a chance to live yesterday, and you didn't cherish it. Since you still dared to come and cause trouble for my sister, don't regret this!"

Clutching his bloodied face, An Benyue looked at Li Moxuan walking toward him like the Grim Reaper.

Scared out of his wits, he rapidly retreated.

"I am the legitimate heir of the An family! If you kill me, you're dead meat..."

"I said, the An family is worth shit!"

Slap...

Another slap.

An Benyue flew another few meters through the air, crashing heavily against a wall.

Snap...

A crisp crunch echoed.

An Benyue's arm was completely twisted out of shape.

The excruciating pain caused An Benyue to roll back and forth on the ground, blood continuously spilling from his mouth.

It was evident he was on the verge of being beaten to death by Li Moxuan.

The burning pain and the terror of impending death completely engulfed An Benyue.

As a pampered young master of the An family, when had he ever suffered such torment?

He was always the one hitting others, never the one getting beaten.

Lying on the ground gasping for breath, An Benyue thought the nightmare was finally over.

To his horror, Li Moxuan walked toward him once again.

This time, An Benyue's spirit broke completely.

"Mr. Li, I was wrong... I'll pay any compensation you want, I'll never dare seek revenge again, please don't kill me... Sob, sob, sob..."

With An Benyue's meager tolerance, how could he possibly withstand the terrifying oppressive aura emanating from Li Moxuan?

He wept uncontrollably, lying miserably on the ground and begging Li Moxuan for mercy.

"Don't come closer... I'll really die, I don't want to die... Sob, sob, sob... I was wrong, I'll never dare do it again!"

Watching the once-insufferable young master of the An family groveling miserably on the ground,

the surrounding onlookers did not mock him.

Facing such a terrifyingly monstrous Li Moxuan, anyone standing in his place would likely have been scared out of their wits and wet themselves.

The scariest people weren't those who looked ferocious and acted like madmen ready to hack people to pieces.

It was people like Li Moxuan, completely expressionless and disabling one person per step without uttering a sound—those were the truly ruthless people who killed without blinking.

True homicidal, psychotic badasses never wasted words.

Not far away, Dong Shan was sweating profusely as he watched this scene.

Fortunately, he had obeyed Xiang Peng's orders and knelt to beg for mercy.

Otherwise, the ones lying over there right now would have been him and his son.

This mister was a ruthless overlord who dared to scare even the young master of the An family half to death.

Although Dong Bo had lost all his teeth, looking at An Benyue, who was in an even more miserable state than him, he felt no sorrow whatsoever; instead, he felt a twisted sense of schadenfreude.

If An Benyue hadn't treated him like cannon fodder, he wouldn't have lost his teeth in the first place.

Serves him right!

At that moment,

the crowd erupted into another commotion.

Several official personnel wearing uniforms walked over.

Leading them was a middle-aged man whose presence commanded respect and whose aura was razor-sharp.

This man's presence was steady and vast as the ocean; he turned out to be a peak Xiantian martial artist.

Some people in the crowd felt a wave of relief.

"The authorities are here."

"Scared the hell out of me. If the authorities hadn't come, someone probably would have died!"

"This matter should finally be over now, right?"

"This scene has been far too thrilling!"

An Benyue, who had been miserably begging for mercy in front of Li Moxuan, looked overjoyed upon seeing someone approach.

This middle-aged man was precisely the backup plan he had prepared.

He was the uncle of the young master of the An family!