My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 319 I Learned Some Kung Fu!

"Hahaha, go on, scream! Why'd you stop? Cat got your tongue? Weren't you so heroic before, daring to meddle in our business? You made me spend a fortune cleaning up your mess." The richest man in Shigou Village suddenly snatched a beer bottle and smashed it over Zhang Xiaohua's head.

Zhang Xiaohua's head spun. What had she done wrong? Perhaps her only mistake was being too weak… so weak she couldn't even protect her own student. As she looked at the child lying motionless on the ground nearby, she felt utterly useless.

"Wang Hu, someone will deal with you sooner or later!" Zhang Xiaohua yelled, gritting her teeth. "I may not be able to, but someone else will!"

"Hahahaha!" Wang Hu roared with laughter. "I'm the richest man in this village! Who dares to mess with me? Everyone's afraid of me! They all want to suck up to me! So what if you're educated? I'll still put you in your place. After I'm done with you, I'll send you to die and meet your wretched sister in the grave!"

BANG!

At that very moment, the door to the hall was kicked open. The terrifying sound drew everyone's attention. Confused, they all looked toward the entrance, where a young man was standing.

When Yang Qi saw that Zhang Xiaohua was still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had made it in time.

"Yang Qi, you! What are you doing here?! Quick, get out of here! Go get help!" Zhang Xiaohua shouted.

"Who the hell are you?" a young thug holding a beer bottle asked as he walked toward Yang Qi.

"Looks like he's friends with this bitch. Cripple him!" Wang Hu ordered with a disdainful look. He couldn't believe a friend of Zhang Xiaohua's could possibly be a threat.

"Yes, sir!" The youth broke the beer bottle, creating a jagged weapon, and charged straight at Yang Qi.

He was just an ordinary person. Normally, Yang Qi would hold back against someone like that, but today, he would make an exception. These creatures couldn't even be called human.

"No—!"

Just as the glass shards were about to stab into Yang Qi, he moved. He grabbed the rushing youth's hand and, with a twist, plunged the jagged bottle into the man's own throat before kicking his body away. In a flash, he was by Zhang Xiaohua's side.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Yang Qi saw that Zhang Xiaohua was soaked, reeking of alcohol, and covered in bloody cuts. She had clearly been beaten, and beaten severely. Feeling sorry for her, he took out an Elixir and placed it in her mouth. "Wait for me outside. I'll come find you after I've handled things here."

Zhang Xiaohua was still in a state of shock. She had just seen Yang Qi kill a man. In an instant, a person was dead. For an ordinary person, the shock was immense, which was why Yang Qi told her to wait outside—to spare her from any more trauma.

"You little bastard, who the hell are you? Daring to meddle in my business!" Wang Hu picked up another beer bottle and swung it at Yang Qi's head. Yang Qi simply waved his hand, sending Wang Hu flying. He slammed against the wall, crying out in pain.

"The child! Yes, the child! Please, save the child!" Seeing Yang Qi's power, Zhang Xiaohua finally snapped out of her terror and screamed.

Yang Qi glanced at the child on the floor and quickly checked his condition. The boy was barely clinging to life, but for Yang Qi, this was no challenge. The Nine Dragons Divine Needle could bring the dead back to life. He first stopped the child's bleeding, then fed him a small Life-Returning Elixir. Immediately after, he began administering the needles. Everyone else just stood there, stunned. Who was this guy and what was he doing?

Yang Qi appeared calm, but a tempest was raging inside him. He was seething. Such a young child, probably still in elementary school. What kind of deep-seated hatred would drive someone to beat a child like this? If he had arrived just a moment later, the child would be dead, and Zhang Xiaohua would have been violated. The mere thought made his killing intent surge.

The entire hall instantly grew frigid.

"It's so cold!" Zhang Xiaohua shivered beside him. It wasn't just a feeling; the temperature had truly dropped.

"Cough, cough!" The child suddenly coughed twice, spitting out the clotted blood in his throat.

Yang Qi breathed a sigh of relief. "The child is out of danger now. I'll get you two out of here first. Leave the rest to me."

"No! You can't fight them! These men are ruthless! They don't care who your backers are!" Zhang Xiaohua knew Yang Qi had connections, but in the eyes of these madmen, that meant nothing.

"Don't be afraid. I've learned a little kung fu," Yang Qi said with a smile. He started walking toward the door, intending to get Zhang Xiaohua and the child outside before taking them to a hospital.

"Get him! Kill him! How dare he touch me, Wang Hu! Nobody is leaving here alive today!" Wang Hu roared like a mad dog.

"Don't worry," Yang Qi said, glancing back at him coldly. "I won't leave until this is finished."

"What are you all waiting for? Seven, Eight! You two know martial arts, don't you? Cripple him for me! I'm going to torture him slowly and show him the price for crossing Wang Hu!" Wang Hu bellowed.

"Yes!"

Seven and Eight were both trained fighters, but they were merely Postnatal Martial Artists. In front of Yang Qi, they were nothing more than ants.

Yang Qi held the newly awakened child in one arm, with Zhang Xiaohua standing beside him. He had no intention of handing the child to her just yet.

The two men charged at Yang Qi. One of them advanced with his hands clenched, his Fist Power fierce and clearly honed through countless real battles. The other formed his hands into claws, moving like a mighty eagle. Both men radiated a powerful aura.

Wang Hu watched with glee. In his eyes, no matter how strong Yang Qi was, he was still an ordinary person—nothing compared to a true martial artist. What's more, these two were Peak Postnatal Martial Artists. Over the years, they had eliminated many of his enemies, allowing him to become the richest man in the village.

"Kid, I'm going to make you kneel before me and beg for mercy!" Wang Hu snarled, his heart pounding with excitement.

"Die," Yang Qi said coldly, uttering a single word. A streak of cold light shot out from between his eyebrows. It was the Bronze Dagger—the Magic Artifact he had restored.

PFFT! PFFT!

The sound of flesh being punctured filled the air. Two bloody holes appeared in the men's throats, and their eyes instantly went vacant. They stared at Yang Qi in horror.

Even then, Yang Qi had the presence of mind to block Zhang Xiaohua's view. "Don't look. You'll have nightmares."

Zhang Xiaohua obediently squeezed her eyes shut.

"You don't learn martial arts to bully the weak! And you certainly don't learn them to be accomplices to evil!" Yang Qi's icy voice rang out again. "Since you don't follow the rules, you deserve to die!"

THUD! THUD!

The two men collapsed backward, their bodies slamming hard onto the floor. Dead. Just like that. It had all happened in an instant. Most people hadn't even seen what Yang Qi had done before the two were already dead.