Chapter 120: Beating Beef Soup to Tears

The people on this deck all had some martial skill; seeing Gu Qing throw a man onto the mast, several guards immediately drew swords and knives, tensing as Gu Qing landed.

"Who are you?"

The guard barked the question.

Gu Qing didn't answer—he charged forward. In an instant, blades and swords clashed, but Gu Qing, bare-handed, snatched at the weapons. A barrage of "clanging" sounds rang out, and within moments, every blade and sword was snapped between his fingers. Then, left fist, right palm, he struck indiscriminately at anyone around him.

This sent the second deck into chaos. The guards had no time to react—some felt a punch to the face, others a blow to the gut, all tumbling to the floor, wailing in pain. Nearby, others, sensing danger, scrambled toward the interior of the ship.

Gu Qing kicked several men aside, leapt forward, and seized a large man.

The big man, seeing Gu Qing's ferocity, went weak in the knees and pissed himself.

"Even if you piss, you still get hit!"

Gu Qing punched the big man square in the face, then tossed him aside—those who lagged behind in flight got beaten.

Inside the second-deck cabin, it seemed a noble young master was present; the door was tightly shut, guarded by four men. Most of those who had fled from the deck now huddled there.

These four guards were skilled; seeing Gu Qing enter, they hurled numerous flying daggers and poisoned needles at him.

Gu Qing twisted his body left and right, slipping like oil—each dagger and needle, though fired in sequence, missed entirely.

"These aren't ordinary guards!"

Gu Qing's Dragon and Elephant Samadhi Power had reached minor mastery; his entire body radiated extraordinary force. As he punched, the four guards felt a crushing wind, and each unleashed their true skills—fists, palms, blades, and swords all converged to kill Gu Qing on the spot.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Gu Qing's punch shot straight ahead; his feet advanced three steps, retreated two, then shifted slightly right. All four guards' faces slammed into his fists, stars exploding before their eyes as they collapsed.

Those who had fled from the deck now rose, trying to run again.

Seeing their posture, Gu Qing suddenly recalled a melody: Deng → Deng↓ Deng→ Deng↑ Deng→ Deng↓…

The Guangzhou Running Man tune.

"Don't worry—I'll pay for the damages!"

Gu Qing's figure darted like wind, fists and kicks flying—he spun through the crowd, delivering one punch to each man, leaving them all crouching, groaning in pain.

"Snap!"

Gu Qing smashed open the door guarded by the soldiers.

The cabin inside was exquisitely refined, holding three people: foremost, a young man in pure white robes, handsome and calm, writing steadily at his desk; beside him, a master instructing him in calligraphy; and a man in gray, clearly a formidable martial artist.

When Gu Qing entered, the young man didn't lift his head—he radiated the serene composure of "a mountain collapsing before him, yet his expression unchanged; a deer appearing at his left, yet his gaze unblinking."

"Sss…"

Gu Qing inhaled sharply. Damn it—he hated pretentious bastards.

Gu Qing charged forward.

The gray-clad man suddenly struck, fingers clenched together—his technique was the Vajra Hand Seal, his inner power refined, at least forty years of cultivation.

Gu Qing never liked brute-force inner power contests, but seeing someone show off, he grew annoyed—he raised his palm and slammed it directly against the gray man's!

"Boom!"

The gray man, after making contact, didn't pause—he flew backward, smashing through the cabin's partition behind him, followed by a crash of splintering wood.

The power of this palm strike stunned both the white-robed youth and the calligraphy master. The youth's eyes widened in shock; the calligraphy master flickered forward, instantly standing before Gu Qing.

His lightness skill, though not on par with Lu Xiaofeng, Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue, or Sikong Zhaixing, was still top-tier.

The calligraphy master raised his hand—another Vajra Hand Seal, far more refined and weighty than the gray man's.

Invisible man—this one was definitely the Invisible Man.

Gu Qing was certain. Facing the Vajra Hand Seal, his fists blurred into chaotic, dazzling variations—the "Wrong" Fist technique. In moments, they exchanged over forty strikes. The calligraphy master, beyond the Vajra Hand, wielded countless other martial arts; their fist techniques clashed, and he held his ground perfectly.

Suddenly, the calligraphy master flickered—his inner energy became countless threads, layered and slicing toward Gu Qing.

Gu Qing spread his arms, floating upward; his right hand darted like a phoenix's beak, striking the calligraphy master. As the master countered, Gu Qing vanished—reappearing behind him, delivering the same strike again.

This was the Heavenly Bird Sect's ultimate skill, Phoenix Twin Flight, learned from Huo Tianqing. The calligraphy master, having fought Gu Qing many times, knew his strength lay in "Wrong" techniques—he spun, twisted his palm, and countered, aiming to overpower Gu Qing with inner power and reduce his technique variations.

"Boom!"

Gu Qing met his palm with his own. Both landed. Inner power locked in a standoff. The calligraphy master prepared to unleash his full strength—when suddenly, Gu Qing freed one hand and backhanded the white-robed youth!

"Snap!"

The slap sent the youth tumbling, his face swollen, blood spurting from nose and mouth—his earlier calm gone.

Why pretend to be tough when you're weak?

Gu Qing finally felt satisfied.

The calligraphy master was stunned—he immediately surged with inner power, trying to force Gu Qing's other hand back.

"Guh… guh…"

Gu Qing made two guttural sounds—suddenly, a reverse force surged from his body, merging with his inner energy and vibrating in layered waves, unstoppable. The direction of his inner flow was beyond the calligraphy master's comprehension. A crackling sound erupted—the ship's floor shattered beneath them, sending the calligraphy master tumbling to the deck below.

"Ah…"

A girl's scream echoed from below.

!

Clearly, she'd seen someone fall and was shocked.

Gu Qing frowned slightly, stomped his foot—the floorboards creaked—and he shot downward along the path the calligraphy master had fallen.

The calligraphy master, already injured, lunged out with a palm—but misjudged the position. Gu Qing, mid-air, unleashed the Wind God Leg's "Torrential Storm" technique, kicks falling like rain, hammering the calligraphy master's entire body.

"Papapapa…"

The calligraphy master lost count of how many kicks he took—he rolled on the ground and lay motionless.

"Ahh~ ahh…"

In the corner of the room sat a young girl, seemingly young, with a full chest and slender waist—perfectly petite yet curvaceous.

"Get up."

Gu Qing told the girl.

She stood, tears streaming, gazing at Gu Qing pitifully.

Gu Qing smiled, then punched her straight in the nose!

One punch—her nose ached, but no blood flowed.

"You!"

The girl exploded. Though slender and delicate, her movements were eerily elusive—her fingers flickered, striking Gu Qing's vital points without warning.

Gu Qing had been using only one style, but seeing her unpredictable, swift, and vicious attacks, he switched—his right hand used the Shatter-Steel Claw, his left the Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist—fast and slow, correct and wrong—launching a furious assault.

In Gu Qing's mind, he guessed this girl was the old man's daughter—the original "Beef Soup."

For that, he respected her—and went all out.

In moments, they exchanged over a hundred strikes. Gu Qing suddenly punched her nose again.

The girl's eyes widened—her movements became even more elusive, revealing the full cruelty and venom of her martial arts.

Though she had two hands, they weren't as nimble as Gu Qing's. After another hundred exchanges, Gu Qing landed another heavy punch on her nose.

This time, blood finally spilled.

"Waaah…"

The girl knew she couldn't win. She crouched, clutching her nose, face burning and aching—she'd never suffered such humiliation. She burst into tears.

Her crying made the calligraphy master grit his teeth and rise.

Gu Qing swung his elbow—cracking his cheek, sending teeth flying—he collapsed unconscious.

"Should be done now."

Gu Qing clapped his hands.

(End of Chapter)