Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 682 - 420: Annihilate!

Wei Zishan was shocked because Jiang Ning was exceptionally fierce when he made his move.

Previously, she didn’t think much of Jiang Ning, but after he took action, he seemed like a completely different person.

The image of him kicking someone flying left a deep impression in Wei Zishan’s mind.

Wei Zishan, who liked to keep snakes and had an unusual personality, was shaken and her eyes sparkled as she watched his ruthless style.

Not just her, Zhuang Jianhui, who had previously been indifferent, also changed his attitude, "He really can fight too well."

He was hesitant to conflict with the hooligans because, although his physical fitness was good, his fighting experience was far inferior to that of street hooligans and he might not win in a real fight.

Li Shi saw Jiang Ning standing tall and suddenly realized, "So he approached them to beat them up!"

On the other side, Xue Yuantong was drinking orange juice, eating skewers, and sitting calmly.

He was not worried about Jiang Ning’s safety, having witnessed so many of his fights; Xue Yuantong’s mindset had long since changed.

With Jiang Ning around, she didn’t have to worry about safety issues, he was her guardian deity!

Immediately after, Xue Yuantong corrected herself, thinking this made her seem too weak; she should say she was the unmovable strategist, and Jiang Ning was her commanding general.

The worry in Xue Chuchu’s eyes turned into astonishment.

He... could fight so well?

She observed Tongtong’s behavior, who seemed calm from start to finish.

Xue Chuchu thought to herself, "Does Tongtong know how powerful he is?"

Jiang Ning was unaware of others’ thoughts; at that moment, he calmly said to the sullen-looking young man, "Come here."

"Don’t just stand there."

The sullen young man’s expression grew even darker, his eyes glaring fixedly at Jiang Ning, his smile not quite reaching his eyes:

"Brother, you’re quite skilled."

While he spoke, he suddenly dashed to the side, snatched an iron skewer from someone else’s table.

This skewer, used for skewering lamb, was thicker than ordinary ones and had a wooden handle. Held in the hand, it was sharp like a short sword.

Seeing him armed, everyone who was watching tensed up.

Xue Yuantong shot up from her seat, "Jiang Ning, be careful!"

"Too late!"

The sullen-looking young man lost his rationality, his face crazed.

He gripped the iron skewer, surged forward, and the skewer darted out like a venomous snake towards Jiang Ning.

In the scorching summer heat, the clothes were thin; if someone was stabbed, it would undoubtedly create a bloody hole.

The sullen man aimed viciously at the eyes, his angle tricky.

Watching this, Zhuang Jianhui and the others felt a chill down their spine, grateful that they hadn’t escalated the conflict earlier, or the skewer would have been into them!

Xue Chuchu’s heart was in turmoil; once weapons were involved, it could easily lead to fatalities.

But she was too far away to intervene.

Just as the sullen young man was about to strike Jiang Ning with the sharp iron skewer, a hand suddenly appeared, as though intending to block the steel with bare palms.

The sullen young man’s vicious expression intensified:

"Block? Can you block this?"

A thought flashed through his mind, his shoulder and waist exploding with power, his arm thrusting forward fiercely.

When the skewer was less than 10 centimeters from Jiang Ning’s palm, the sullen youth already fantasized about Jiang Ning’s screams.

Jiang Ning twisted his wrist, his palm suddenly flickered, like a snake spitting its tongue, two fingers suddenly shot out at a speed invisible to the naked eye, skewing the iron skewer at an angle.

He used only two fingers.

The sullen youth exerted all his strength, but could not move it an inch further.

The next second, Jiang Ning suddenly extended his right hand, his fingers spread wide.

The sullen youth, having decent fighting experience, quickly released the skewer and attempted to dodge.

But Jiang Ning’s seemingly gentle grasp was faster than his reaction.

All he saw was a hand enlarging in his field of vision, then his retreating motion stopped, his jaw as if clamped in a vise, pain making him emit a "gurgle" sound from his windpipe.

Jiang Ning clamped his lower jaw, inching it upwards.

With every inch raised, the sullen youth felt as if his spine was being stretched inch by inch, until his feet left the ground, his eyes bulging, veins popping, unable to breathe.

Everyone present quieted down, all chaos vanished, as if their necks were being squeezed by an invisible force.

How shocking was the sight of a near six-foot, around 230-pound man being lifted by someone else?

Half a minute later, the sullen youth lost consciousness, Jiang Ning released his hand, and his body fell to the ground like a corpse.

Jiang Ning straightened his collar, calmly scanning the surroundings; Li Shi felt a chill in her heart, not daring to meet his gaze.

The ground was in chaos, tables and chairs overturned, various skewers scattered.

Square-faced Brother Cheng, dark-skinned Xiao Wang, Yellow Hair, and the sullen youth lay on the ground, limbs twisted, wailing continuously or unconscious.

Jiang Ning slightly frowned; he stepped toward the table near Lin Zida.

Although his steps were stable, the usually bold Li Shi, seeing this scene, for some reason felt an unstoppable fear inside.

Her gaze was shifty, not daring to make eye contact.

At the table, Zhuang Jianhui and Yuan Lin were inevitably nervous; they had seen clearly how efficiently and effortlessly Jiang Ning fought, and it was no exaggeration to say if he suddenly attacked, no one present could resist.

Li Shi felt the approaching Jiang Ning was not a man, but a ferocious beast.

Lin Zida still managed to maintain his composure, smiling and saying:

"Jiang Ning, you really can fight too well!"

Wei Zishan stared at Jiang Ning’s arms visible under his short sleeves, the muscle lines extremely attractive; if not for Jiang Ning’s overwhelming deterring presence, she would be very tempted to reach out and pinch them.

Jiang Ning grabbed two bottles of beer, returned to where a few lay sprawled, crossed his hands holding the bottles, and knocked the tops off.