Chapter 77: He Is My Brother

Chen Che's calm and composed manner as he comforted Ma Menghan appeared to Ma Zicheng as nothing more than a bluff.

"You can barely save your own life, yet you're still thinking about picking up girls? Even a playboy like me has to admire your infatuation."

Ma Zicheng mocked with a sarcastic, cynical tone.

Chen Che stood up, faced Ma Zicheng, and smiled: "Ma Shao, that's where you're wrong. The one who can't save himself right now is not me."

"Heh~"

Daobalian stood behind Fu Chang and shouted: "Kid, are you dreaming or just plain stupid? Do you really think you're something special just because you luckily dodged Mr. Fu's palm strike earlier?"

Chen Che shrugged and said: "Whether I'm special or not, you'll know if you try."

"Good, very good, you're actually even more arrogant than me!"

Ma Zicheng crossed his arms, leaned against the SUV, lifted his chin, and ordered: "Fu Chang, teach him a good lesson."

"Yes."

Fu Chang rubbed his hands and cracked his knuckles, looking at Chen Che like an eagle eyeing its prey.

"Kid, I only used twenty percent of my strength in that last palm strike, so it's no surprise you could dodge it. But for my next attack, I guarantee you won't be able to run even if you want to!"

Chen Che nodded: "Fine, I won't run this time either."

"You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Fu Chang sneered, his True Qi exploding from his body as he lunged toward Chen Che like a bear.

However—

Just as Fu Chang was five paces away from Chen Che, he suddenly fell face-first to the ground with a thud.

This scene left Zhang Zicheng and Daobalian completely dumbfounded.

Ma Menghan also widened her eyes in disbelief and gasped.

Chen Che was seen still standing in place, calm and collected; he didn't even kick them while they were down, just silently watching Fu Chang.

A mysterious smile curled at the corners of Chen Che's lips as he said: "True Person Fu, there's no need for such a grand gesture; after all, there's quite an age gap between us."

"What did you do?!"

Fu Chang raised his head in agony, propping himself up with his arms to sit up.

Chen Che raised an eyebrow and said nothing.

"My True Qi... no, my True Qi!"

Fu Chang suddenly screamed in panic; the True Qi inside his body was dissipating bit by bit, and his cultivation realm was plummeting.

Ma Zicheng and Daobalian were stunned by this sight! They hadn't even seen Chen Che make a move, yet Fu Chang's cultivation had dissipated on its own!

Fu Chang suddenly thought of something, looked down abruptly, and discovered a Silver Needle stuck in his dantian!

"How could this be?"

Fu Chang pulled out the culprit that had caused his True Qi to collapse, his face full of shock and suspicion, "When exactly..."

Fu Chang looked at Chen Che and suddenly realized: "It's you! It was when I attacked you, you flicked it onto me!"

"You guessed right."

Chen Che said with a friendly smile: "Can you return the Silver Needle to me now?"

"Return it to your mother!"

Fu Chang flew into a rage and lunged at Chen Che regardless of everything.

"Slap!"

Chen Che swatted him away as if swatting a fly, delivering a casual slap to Fu Chang's face.

Fu Chang's body tilted, he flew five meters away, and crashed heavily to the ground.

"My True Qi, my power, I've cultivated for thirty years! Thirty years! It's all gone! It's all gone!"

Fu Chang's left cheek was swollen and red, his forehead was cut and bleeding, and he lay on the ground, wailing hysterically in grief and indignation.

He was furious and sorrowful because he had already gauged Chen Che's realm, yet he never expected him to know such an obscure technique.

He regretted his momentary carelessness, having capsized in the gutter, and thirty years of cultivation were just gone like that!

The psychological gap between being a Martial Dao expert and an ordinary person is like having your savings from thirty years of hard, step-by-step work suddenly burned away like waste paper!

Who wouldn't have a mental breakdown if this happened to them?

"Ah!!!"

Fu Chang was in unbearable pain, looking up to the sky and howling, "What is the point of me living?!"

"Kill me! I beg you, kill me quickly! You can't just cripple me and not kill me; I'd rather die than live like this!"

Fu Chang knelt at Chen Che's feet, begging bitterly, wishing only for death.

Ma Zicheng and Daobalian froze in place; the reversal of the situation far exceeded their expectations!

Now that Fu Chang had lost his cultivation, it would be far too simple for Chen Che, a Martial Artist, to deal with the two of them!

Daobalian silently retreated to the back, minimizing his presence as much as possible.

Ma Zicheng was merely shocked and incredulous; as a direct descendant of the Ma Family, he had done plenty of bullying, so even with Fu Chang crippled, he didn't believe Chen Che would dare do anything to him.

"I beg you, kill me, kill me quickly!"

Seeing that Chen Che remained unmoved, Fu Chang crawled around on the ground, found the Silver Needle, held it up with both hands to return it to Chen Che, and begged humbly once more.

Chen Che put away the Silver Needle and said: "It's no use begging me to die; beg yourself."

Fu Chang was startled, then slammed his head into the nearby rockery without the slightest hesitation.

Watching Fu Chang seek death, Ma Menghan finally snapped out of her shock; she looked at Chen Che's back, and the panic in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of complete security.

"Ma Shao, what do you say now?" Chen Che looked at Ma Zicheng again.

Ma Zicheng's face looked worse than if he had eaten a dead fly, and he said: "I was wondering how you dared to be so arrogant; so you know these crooked ways! It was our carelessness. Fu Chang fell into your hands, and I have nothing to say. Consider today your win; we'll see each other again!"

After saying this, Ma Zicheng moved to open the car door and leave.

Chen Che strode forward, slammed the car door shut, and said, "Leaving like this, Young Master Ma, don't you think that's a bit inappropriate?"

"What do you want?"

Ma Zicheng said imperiously, "Do you actually dare to lay a hand on me? I am a young master of the Jinling Ma Family!"

"Slap!"

Chen Che swung a palm across, blunt and direct: "You idiots are the ones I find most annoying!"

Ma Zicheng clutched his face, looking at Chen Che in disbelief, and instantly flew into a rage: "You actually dare to hit me?"

"Slap!"

Another slap.

This time, Chen Che increased the force slightly; Ma Zicheng slammed into the car with a bang, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

"Are you a bit more clear-headed now, Young Master Ma? I've already shown great restraint, otherwise you would have been dead long ago."

Chen Che said coldly, "So, do you know how you should speak to me now?"

Ma Zicheng shook his head, clearing it a little, but he still hadn't grasped the reality of the situation; after all, he was a rich kid, a spoiled young master, and when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"I've noted these two slaps down. You just wait for me, I will definitely make you—"

"Slap!"

Before Ma Zicheng could finish his blustering, Chen Che swung another slap at him.

This time the force was greater, and two teeth were sent flying straight out of Ma Zicheng's mouth.

"It seems Young Master Ma doesn't know what fear is either, so I'll kindly teach you today."

Chen Che suddenly looked up, caught sight of the Scar-faced Man hiding behind the car, and grinned.

To the Scar-faced Man, this smile was even more terrifying than that of an evil ghost.

He instinctively wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him; they went sour and weak, unable to move at all.

Chen Che walked over slowly and said, "I said before, since you used a Camera to take photos, you ought to pay with a pair of eyes."

The Scar-faced Man was so terrified his soul nearly left his body; he plopped down onto his knees, begging for mercy: "Martial Artist, please spare me! I shouldn't have used your power to bully others, I shouldn't have done such wicked things! Besides, didn't you say before that as long as I called Young Master Ma over, you would let me go? You are a big shot, I believe you will keep your word!"

Chen Che nodded and said, "That makes sense. Then I won't dig out your eyes; I'll gouge them out instead."

The Scar-faced Man was shaken to his core and was about to beg for mercy again, but Chen Che had already grabbed his hair, and two fingers poked over with speed, ruthlessness, and precision.

"Ah!!!!"

The Scar-faced Man let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Chen Che threw the gouged-out eyeballs in front of Ma Zicheng, and the latter, looking at that pair of eyeballs, retched with a "wah."

"I surrender, I surrender!"

Ma Zicheng vomited while admitting defeat.

Having witnessed Chen Che's ruthless methods, which were more effective than the three slaps he had received, the fear and shock in his heart were unprecedented.

He was scared, truly scared!

At this moment, even if Chen Che said he was going to gouge out his eyeballs, he wouldn't think the other party was just making empty threats.

A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him!

He had definitely lost today, so he would just play the coward and act like a grandson to get away, then settle the score later!

Ma Zicheng wiped his mouth, forcing himself not to look at that thing on the ground, and respectfully tried to appease Chen Che.

"Big Brother, you're ruthless enough. I admit I'm no match for you, I surrender! You say what you want about today's matter; I was in the wrong, and whatever compensation is needed is only right."

"Compensation won't be necessary. You wanted to kill me just now, so I have to break one of your legs for fun at the very least for it to be fair."

Chen Che suddenly struck, grabbing Ma Zicheng by the throat.

"Don't!"

Ma Menghan rushed over at this moment, blocked Chen Che, and whispered in his ear: "He is my brother."