madnovel Chapter 30 Provocation 2
Chapter 30 Provocation 2
the other side.
When the young master first heard about it, this Master Liu didn't care about him.
They felt the other party was quite sensible.
He was about to let out a soft hum, waiting for the other person to leave.
Unexpectedly, Liu Sheng dared to say with such confidence that he would still take the money.
He immediately panicked.
It's good that I don't have to practice martial arts anymore.
But in his simple mind, he felt that the other party shouldn't take the money since they hadn't made any effort.
Yan Fufeng knew he couldn't possibly ask his father to dismiss Liu Sheng.
After all, the fact that he didn't practice martial arts had already greatly angered his father.
not to mention.
This money will be yours in the future!
Yan Fufeng immediately shouted, "You don't do any work, so why are you taking my money!"
Liu Sheng laughed when he heard this.
Okay, since you care about money, that makes things easier.
He slowly retorted, "If you don't even practice martial arts anymore, will you still have a share of the Yan family's money?"
In short, it was like a wake-up call.
Yan Fufeng was stunned on the spot.
After all, no one in the family would dare to say such things to him.
Although he is young, he is from a prominent family and has received a normal upbringing. He understands that the allocation of family resources is closely related to his personal contributions.
Indeed, the future of humanity.
This kind of topic is too far removed from his life.
It's my own money, such a small problem.
He could tell the difference.
But that didn't stop him from remaining angry and stubbornly retorting:
"How can my family's money be none of my business?!"
"If you don't practice martial arts, even if you're given money in the future, will you be able to keep it?"
"I...I can hire bodyguards!"
"Are bodyguards like me, taking money but not doing their jobs?"
"There will always be..."
"Or perhaps they'd team up, snatch it from you, and run?"
"..."
After a round of rapid-fire questions and answers...
Every word pierced my heart.
Yan Fufeng was completely speechless.
He admitted that the martial arts master in front of him was not much older than him.
But what they said made a lot of sense.
And it's not those empty, grandiose principles.
After hearing this, he could imagine himself in the future, ending up on the streets and joining the Beggars' Guild.
He just felt that he couldn't give up so easily.
Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.
But when he opened his mouth and looked at Liu Sheng's face, he didn't know what to say.
Liu Sheng was not in a hurry. He was still studying and memorizing the Golden Bell Cover Technique repeatedly.
He simply tossed out a sentence in a lukewarm tone:
"If you're not going to practice, go play somewhere else. Don't get in my way of making money while lying down."
Logically speaking, Yan Fufeng was considered quite well-mannered among wealthy young men. Perhaps it was Liu Sheng's attitude that made him seem truly deserving of a beating.
Seeing that he couldn't win the argument.
If we just keep dragging this out, it will make it too easy for the other party to get the money.
The anger that had been directed at Yan Fufeng for being slighted, treated perfunctorily, and taken advantage of finally broke through his composure.
"I'll practice! Who said I'm not practicing anymore!"
He shouted it out almost in a high-pitched voice, his little face turning bright red.
The hand pointing at Liu Sheng was trembling slightly:
"You! Go put on your protective gear. If I beat you and you cry, don't go telling my dad!"
The fish finally took the bait.
Liu Sheng looked relaxed.
He still has many tricks up his sleeve.
For example, you could take the young master out to play for a fee, but he wouldn't practice, thus wasting his allowance. Then, you could deduct half of his allowance for the daily practice fee, and then tell him every day that the Yan family head had taken a fancy to some collateral son as the new heir, and see how many days he could endure it.
Even now that the young master is willing to move.
Liu Sheng also understood that this was not thorough enough.
We should strike while the iron is hot.
Just to be on the safe side, he activated his spiritual eyes and glanced at Yan Fufeng.
Dark green, safe~
Then he slowly and deliberately stood up from the rocking chair.
He stretched lazily with a rather contented expression, then put on an expression that would make anyone grit their teeth in hatred, a mixture of contempt and boredom.
"You?" Liu Sheng deliberately dragged out his words.
He looked the young master up and down; he was a head shorter than him and was trembling slightly with anger.
He glanced at her sideways and said, "Do I need to wear protective gear?"
At this point, Yan Fufeng finally snapped.
Like a young calf, he charged forward, first using his newly learned boxing techniques to beat Liu Sheng in circles.
Then, still feeling unsatisfied, he yelled "Ahhhhhh!" and started throwing wild, uncontrolled punches.
While relying on the two layers of skin to absorb the injury, Liu Sheng, following the instructions of the Golden Bell Cover Technique, guided his Qi and blood to the area where his fist had landed, attempting to dissipate the force.
And so, seeing the fist coming toward his vital parts, Liu Sheng made a move to parry it.
For other parts of the body, just tough it out.
"It's not breached at all!"
Liu Sheng looked at the panel with a satisfied expression:
[Bajiquan Proficiency +1]
[Bajiquan Proficiency +1]
[Internal Training Method: Golden Bell Shield (Beginner Level 1%)]
[Bajiquan Proficiency +1]
……
Name: Liu Sheng
Age: 17
[External Training Method: Bajiquan (2734/5000 Minor Success)]
[Internal Training Method: Skin Polishing Realm - Earth (Minor Success 85%)]
[Internal Training Method: Golden Bell Shield (Beginner Level 1%)]
[Spiritual Eyes: Green, white, yellow, and red; able to see through illusion and reality]
In the distance, under the shade of poplar trees.
Yan Lie, the head of the Yan family, was dumbfounded.
His tiger-like eyes were wide open, and his thick beard trembled violently with extreme shock and an indescribable sense of absurdity.
My youngest son has been as stubborn as a mule these days. He won't listen to scolding or beating, and if pushed too far, he might even go on a hunger strike.
But at this moment, he was so easily persuaded that he even took action.
That's when they really took action!
At this moment, he was giving this young Master Liu a good beating.
These past few days, Yan Lie has tried everything—from gentle persuasion to harsh measures, even resorting to family discipline—but nothing has worked. He's managed to get his youngest son to move around and put on a show for him.
"This...this is fucking..."
Yan Lie muttered to himself subconsciously, his voice filled with disbelief: "It...it's done?"
The eight burly men who had been holding Yan Lie tightly to prevent him from rushing out were now all dumbfounded.
Looking at the training ground—the young master was attacking relentlessly, exhausted like a dog, while the new sparring partner was so relaxed he was almost asleep.
So, the hands that were originally holding Yan Lie's arms, around his waist, and pressing down on his fists unconsciously loosened their grip.
Even these martial artists realized that Liu Sheng's provocation was exceptionally clever.
Although the young master is currently fighting haphazardly without any strategy, his enthusiasm is truly remarkable! It's hard to believe he was so lifeless just a few days ago.
Then they heard Liu Sheng add another sentence from the audience:
"Is that all the strength you have? Haven't you eaten? I'll give you an extra hand; go get another stick and keep going!"
So the crowd started whispering among themselves, mostly saying that Liu Sheng's irritating appearance didn't seem like that of a master of Bajiquan at all. In the Beggars' Sect, he could be a disciple with more than five bags of martial arts skills.
Butler Yan was so excited that his face turned red. He stroked his beard vigorously and praised the house repeatedly in his heart.
I'm glad it was Liu Sheng who came today. If it had been Yang Hongliu or Lin Yi, it probably wouldn't have had the same effect.
"Shut up, all of you!" Yan Lie shouted, interrupting the hushed conversation of the burly men.
At this moment, Yan Lie was also somewhat frightened. If he hadn't held back and rushed out, who knows how many more days he would have been troubled by his youngest son's situation.
Fortunately, the butler acted quickly and managed to get the surrounding martial artists to restrain their impulsive actions.
Yan Lie looked at Liu Sheng, who was facing a barrage of blows from his youngest son, with a calm and collected expression.
His eyes were full of admiration.
"Uncle Shou, tell him in a bit that he's only seeing the Golden Bell Shield today, consider it a gift from me, but only today... Also, give him another 10 taels of silver!"