The rich young master, as if certain of his victory, readily agreed. Then, he eagerly commanded his taciturn and brawny subordinate to attack Xia Lin.
Xia Lin remained calm. Although he had no real - combat experience, he considered himself to have a talent for martial arts. He had diligently learned martial arts from Jiang Yun for over a year. He had only sparred with his own people and never had a formal fight with an outsider. So, Xia Lin was also curious and eager to prove just how far his skills had reached.
Using his most proficient light - body technique, Xia Lin continuously dodged the attacks of this brawny subordinate. This enraged the rich young master, who shouted, "Cunning! Despicable! Have the guts to stop dodging!"
Xia Lin rolled his eyes. "Should I just stand there and take the hits? Idiot!"
"You, you, you!" The rich young master, who seemed unaccustomed to such direct insults and not very good at arguing, was at a loss for words. His face turned beet - red as he shouted, "Zhang Hu! Are you dead? Aren't you supposed to be so good? Hit him hard! No mercy!"
Hearing this, the brawny man named Zhang Hu tightened his muscles and attacked even more viciously. Xia Lin gradually found it difficult to hold his own. He was sure that if he trained for another year, he could defeat Zhang Hu, but at this moment... he had been too reckless. Xia Lin gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. It would be too embarrassing to lose!
Driven by determination, Xia Lin was willing to get injured just to win. Qiu Zi, watching from the sidelines, was extremely anxious. If the second young master got hurt, the madam would skin him alive when they got back!
Ling Yuan could no longer bear it. When he saw Xia Lin being hit on the arm by Zhang Hu and wincing in pain, he quickly joined the fight, even faster than Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun's face darkened. He had initially watched his beloved disciple having fun and didn't interfere, hoping to let his disciple gain some independence. But when the situation got out of his control, Jiang Yun decided not to stand by idly. Oh no, his precious disciple had been hit! How infuriating!
However, that brat Ling Yuan had rushed in before him. He knew that this rascal Ling Yuan couldn't be underestimated.
When Xia Lin saw Ling Yuan coming, he tried to stop him. "Xiaoyuan, stay there. Don't interfere. We agreed to a one - on - one fight!"
Ling Yuan, whose face was usually expressionless, rarely showed worry and anxiety. Usually, he concealed these emotions in his heart or eyes, but this time, seeing Xia Lin injured, he really couldn't bear it. Yet Xia Lin wouldn't let him help!
"Master, you'll get hurt." Master had already been hit. He must be in a lot of pain. Why wouldn't he let him help? Master was the son of a general. Even if they outnumbered the opponent, who would dare to say anything bad? Ling Yuan thought that if anyone dared to say something, he'd beat them up.
Xia Lin decided to risk more serious injuries to defeat Zhang Hu. He also stopped his master from helping. Then, taking a punch to his stomach, he kicked Zhang Hu hard in the groin.
There was no other way. Although this move was rather underhanded, it was effective. Xia Lin won. Holding his stomach and crouching down, he demanded that the rich young master kowtow and apologize.
The rich young master cursed Xia Lin for being despicable and refused to fulfill the bet. He tried to renege on his promise and leave, threatening to make Xia Lin pay.
Just as he turned to leave, Ling Yuan pressed a knife against his neck. "Trying to renege?"
Meeting Ling Yuan's cold and emotionless gaze, the rich young master shivered. He obediently knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Xia Lin before being allowed to leave.