Chapter 6: Endurance, Unable to Help Oneself!

"What? A simp?"

Xiao Fei felt this term was somewhat unfamiliar, yet it brought a strong sense of humiliation.

He immediately took a step forward and said in a sinister voice, "Brat, take my palm!"

As the words fell, that broad, thick palm blasted through the air toward Yang Yu.

"Senior Brother, you mustn't! People from the Holy Land cannot bully the weak!"

Fu Qinghuan was "shocked," raising her hand to stop Xiao Fei.

She had to be impeccable so that her master could not find a single fault.

Yet, just as she went to stop him, she was "shaken back" by Xiao Fei.

"Damn, what a Scheming Bitch! Can you be any faker?" Yang Yu felt nauseated.

He wanted to dodge Xiao Fei's palm technique.

However.

The profound Qi in Xiao Fei's palm had already condensed into an invisible palm print, slamming into Yang Yu's chest.

Bang!!

Yang Yu was immediately forced back a few steps.

"What?!"

Xiao Fei was taken aback.

He had long heard that Yang Yu had no talent for cultivation and was just an ordinary person.

Therefore, he had only used half a percent of his strength for this palm strike.

But regardless.

His half a percent of strength should have at least caused an ordinary person to suffer broken ribs and critical injuries.

Yet Yang Yu had only retreated a few steps.

This brat was definitely not trash.

"That moment just now, the profound Qi fluctuations around his body... it was the Opening Pulse Realm, Ninth Layer!"

Fu Qinghuan was also very surprised.

Opening Pulse, Ninth Layer, was indeed nothing compared to the prodigies in the Holy Land.

But in a remote little city like Yong'an City, it definitely counted as a genius.

"Heh, who would have thought that the Yang Family's trashy resources could cultivate someone at the Opening Pulse, Ninth Layer. Not simple at all."

Xiao Fei quickly regained his calm and said sarcastically.

So what if he was at the Opening Pulse, Ninth Layer? In front of a Holy Land Master, he was still not worth mentioning.

It was nothing more than needing to use a bit more strength.

Yang Yu was starting to panic...

He did not doubt for a second that a simp would do anything for his goddess.

Xiao Fei would truly go for the kill.

System! You damn thing, be useful for once—Yang Yu shouted in his heart.

【Ding! The host can collect strength-increasing type entries...】

You dog thing, shut up!

Yang Yu cursed, then turned his attention back to the "Favorites" folder.

This was the only functional partition he could freely control.

Enduring Three Years, Dragon King Level Strength, Green Hat Turtle, Heavenly Impotent Man.

Looking at the existing entries, Yang Yu had a flash of inspiration and asked: System, do these entries only take effect on me?

【The entry takes effect on whoever possesses it. Entries the host does not want can be deleted or applied to other people or objects.】

Yang Yu's tiger body trembled:

This thing can be transferred? You little brat, aren't you too wicked?

But I like it.

In the future, whoever I find unpleasant, I'll just gift them the "Heavenly Impotent Man" entry; what a happy little boy I would be.

How about... making Xiao Fei impotent?

No, it's meaningless.

The top priority is to defeat him.

Dragon King Level Strength? This is an amplification buff, definitely cannot give it to someone else.

Green Hat Turtle? Seems useless too.

Then that only leaves "Enduring Three Years."

This thing is a bit abstract, what kind of effect will it produce?

Forget it, let's try it...

"Stinking brat, facing an expert like me, you actually dare to reveal so many flaws! You don't really think I'll keep showing mercy, do you?"

Seeing Yang Yu standing still, Xiao Fei became even more furious.

I let you have one move, and you're still putting on an act?

"Dragon Elephant Dual Pole Fist!"

Xiao Fei's gaze turned fierce; he transformed his palm into a fist, blasting toward Yang Yu with an overbearing and peerless momentum.

Whoosh!

Wherever the fist technique passed, the momentum was oppressive.

The mere Profound Qi leaking out from the surroundings made everyone in the Yang Family tremble with fear.

Too strong...

I fear that even the Family Head could not withstand the power of this punch.

Fu Qinghuan was also startled:

Dragon Elephant Dual Pole Fist?

Are you not afraid of beating Yang Yu to death?

Disciplining Yang Yu and beating Yang Yu to death are two completely different things in Master's eyes.

Hmm...

Let him die if he dies.

It isn't me who killed him anyway.

The Senior Brother struck the blow, so he will take all the blame.

I wanted to stop it, but I didn't succeed, so it's not my fault...

No sooner said than done!

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Fei's fist was already right in front of Yang Yu.

The hair on Yang Yu's temples was blown upward by the impact of the air...

Just at this moment.

Yang Yu had a thought: Go!

He could clearly feel the "Enduring Three Years" entry in his favorites list vanish on the spot.

Above Xiao Fei's head, it had changed to:

Simp, Super Sword Dao Genius, Enduring Three Years.

Suddenly!

Xiao Fei's body stalled, and the Profound Qi on his fist instantly drained away.

The fist still struck Yang Yu's body.

But it had almost no destructive power; it was light and airy.

Yang Yu's eyes lit up: The entry is actually useful?

Then he lifted his leg and delivered a kick.

Bang!

Xiao Fei's abdomen sank in, and his entire body flew out.

"Ah?!"

The crowd, who had just felt that Xiao Fei was so strong, all widened their eyes.

Does it turn out he only looked strong, but was actually vulnerable to a single blow?

"Senior Brother?"

Fu Qinghuan was also filled with disbelief.

No matter how much the Senior Brother underestimated his opponent, he shouldn't have been kicked away by Yang Yu, right?

Moreover, the Senior Brother's fist technique seemed to change all of a sudden at the final moment.

"This?"

Xiao Fei was also a bit confused.

Just a moment ago, he felt unable to control himself and wanted to hide his strength.

It was just...

As if he were shrouded by some invisible, mysterious power.

This power was guiding him:

Endure~ Endure~ Enduring Three Years.

Xiao Fei felt that the word "Endure" had been branded into his soul.

He was clearly very strong.

Yet he could not control himself and couldn't help but want to endure.

For the sake of enduring, he had to hide his strength!

Even more bizarrely, he actually felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure while enduring.

"Junior Sister, I..."

However, being beaten in front of the person he loved, Xiao Fei still felt unbearable shame.

"Senior Brother, what's wrong? You aren't hurt, are you?" Fu Qinghuan expressed her concern.

Xiao Fei, having his head muddled by female beauty, blurted out:

"How could that be! I just let him have one move, I will go and continue to discipline him now."

Having said that, he climbed up from the ground and attacked Yang Yu once more.

However, his movements at this time were not only very slow, but also full of openings.

He looked nothing like a Holy Land Senior Brother.

Instead, he looked more like a piece of trash with no cultivation at all...

Yang Yu marveled inwardly, thinking: The entry effect is this strong? Forced endurance, I love it, I love it.

Then he raised his left hand and gripped Xiao Fei's neck.

Xiao Fei was pinched like a little chick, with no power to resist.

"You?! You brat, how dare you touch..."

Xiao Fei was furious.

Yang Yu did not wait for him to finish cursing, and his right hand lashed out.

Slap!

The face of the Holy Land Master brother emitted a crisp sound.

"You..." Xiao Fei's eyes widened in rage, unwilling and furious.

"You what, you?"

Yang Yu let out a cold snort and backhanded him with several more slaps.

Slap, slap, slap!

Slap, slap, slap, slap...

After Yang Yu slapped him wildly for a while, Xiao Fei's entire face was swollen, his mouth full of blood and saliva, and two of his teeth had been knocked out.

"You little piece of trash, you still want to challenge me?"

Yang Yu tossed Xiao Fei aside casually and mocked him.

Xiao Fei was thrown a long way, falling face-first into the dirt.

His originally handsome face now looked like a braised pig's head.

He covered his face, shedding tears of humiliation, and said word by word:

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; do not bully a young man because he is poor! Yang Yu, you just wait for me!"