Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 683 - 420 Annihilation!_2

He held the liquor bottle upside down, pouring it over several men’s heads.

At the same time, he stomped his foot, activating Thunder Decision, and an invisible force of electric power transmitted from the ground.

As the current passed through them, the muscles of the several men trembled as if they were fish flopping, bouncing up from the ground.

Jiang Ning swept a glance over them; they were too weak. He had been very restrained in his attack, otherwise, they would have turned into ash long ago.

Brother Cheng with the square face stared at Jiang Ning. Wiping his face, his hand was covered in blood. He had never been humiliated like this.

Brother Cheng’s eyes were filled with a sinister hatred, wishing nothing more than to kill Jiang Ning.

But he had no energy left in his body, even walking was a struggle.

Jiang Ning spoke calmly, "To compensate for my emotional distress, you guys will pay for my meal."

Xiao Wang and the others almost thought they had heard wrong. He wanted them to pay for his meal?

What a joke!

Xiao Wang said, enraged to the extreme, "Your mother!"

As his words fell, Jiang Ning’s body suddenly shot out at a speed fast as a phantom, in an instant appearing in front of Xiao Wang.

He slapped him fiercely, and Xiao Wang’s face felt as if it was smashed by a huge rock. His body shook, and he was flung sideways, crashing to the ground.

"Will you pay or not?" Jiang Ning’s tone was icy.

Brother Cheng’s face turned extremely ugly. Faced with Jiang Ning’s slap, he was forced to call over the owner and settle the bill.

The owner was both shocked and afraid, thankful that no real trouble had broken out. He didn’t even mention compensation, only took the meal payment.

"Get lost," Jiang Ning turned and walked away.

At the same time, four Spiritual Sense Imprints locked onto several men.

Brother Cheng and the others helped Xiao Wang up, limping away.

After fighting, Jiang Ning sat back down, as if nothing had happened, continuing to drink his soda and eat barbecue.

The auntie in the store, holding a broom and a trash can, cleaned up the mess made by the brawl.

The surrounding customers, when they looked at him again, had very peculiar looks.

Xue Yuantong had gotten used to it. She handed Jiang Ning a skewer of grilled eggplant, "This is delicious!"

"Indeed it’s not bad," Jiang Ning tasted a piece.

Xue Chuchu looked at Jiang Ning eating barbecue as usual, and for some reason, she felt a sense of magic.

A brawl had just occurred, so violent, with weapons involved, and he had beaten people until their faces were bloodied.

Had she not witnessed it with her own eyes, looking at Jiang Ning now, she would never be able to connect him to the events that had just transpired.

Looking at the two of them happily eating barbecue.

So much so that Xue Chuchu began to doubt herself, ’Is it just them who are fine, or is it me who is wrong?’

Xue Yuantong said, "Chuchu, don’t space out, here’s some grilled bell pepper for you to eat."

"Is it spicy?" Chuchu asked, looking at the grilled bell pepper, charred and sprinkled with chili cumin. She had never had grilled bell pepper before.

"Not spicy."

Xue Chuchu took a bite, and indeed it wasn’t spicy. The salty, sweet, spicy, and savory flavors blended together, surprisingly delicious.

Seeing that she liked it, Xue Yuantong gave her another.

Gradually, Xue Chuchu became absorbed in the peaceful atmosphere.

Occasionally sipping her drink, Xue Chuchu took the opportunity to steal glances at Jiang Ning while he wasn’t paying attention, finding it hard to believe that his unassuming figure could conceal such terrifying power.

This kind of power gave her a sense of security that was hard to describe.

Xue Chuchu, who always had a tragic premonition for beautiful things and dared not open her heart, felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation and peace at this moment.

...

At night, 10:30.

Li Shi looked at Jiang Ning’s retreating figure, "They’ve left."

Wei Zishan took a deep breath, complaining, "Lin Xiaopang, if I’d known he was that badass, you should have introduced him to me!"

Lin Zida was speechless, "At the beginning, didn’t you look down on him? And now you’re sticking to him?"

"Shut up, if you had told me earlier he could fight, I’d definitely have made friends."

Wei Zishan reminisced about the handsome way Jiang Ning had fought, that calm and casual demeanor, and her legs squeezed together involuntarily—so cool, so cool!

Lin Zida said, "Drop it."

Even if he had said earlier that Jiang Ning could fight, Wei Zishan would not have taken it to heart; after all, talk was cheap.

It was the fact that he fought so handsomely. It wasn’t just Wei Zishan, a girl, who was smitten by him; even Lin Zida was awed by his charisma.

What teenager hasn’t fantasized about single-handedly beating several on the street, making others bow down in submission?

Lin Zida, who often played role-playing games, had fantasized even more times, but realizing it was too difficult.

Zhuang Jianhui said, "He really is good at fighting."

Wei Zishan, changing her previous arrogance, excitedly said, "The main thing is he’s handsome!"

Li Shi suddenly asked, "Is he better than a professional fighter?"

Yuan Lin, who had seen fighter competitions while studying abroad, pondered, "It’s different."

Lin Zida opened a bottle of beer, "If it’s just hand-to-hand combat, a professional fighter wouldn’t have a hard time against four thugs."

Upon hearing this, Li Shi’s brows relaxed slightly, and her facial features softened a lot.

With that judgment, any professional fighter could do what Jiang Ning did.

And those fighters were not held in high regard, compared to her family’s standing, not even on the same level.

Lin Zida continued, "I mean hand-to-hand combat. This was a street fight with no rules. You saw, right? They had beer bottles to smash and steel rods to stab with."

"That stuff is nearly as lethal as a knife. If someone suddenly acts in close quarters, a professional might not be able to defend against a weapon that keeps stabbing. As for disarming an opponent, that’s too difficult," Lin Zida exclaimed.

That move by the gloomy young man had indeed frightened him. If luck had been worse, it could have led to loss of life.

Li Shi’s previously slight sense of superiority was once again shaken, as she unwillingly said,

"Can’t a top-notch professional fighter defend?"

Seeing her confusion, Lin Zida explained, "Remember one thing, millions of years ago, the upright apes dared to poke lions and tigers with sharp sticks. If you’re a professional fighter, no matter how good you fight with bare hands, can you beat a tiger?"

Wei Zishan said, "Lin Xiaopang, stop the nonsense. Do you have Jiang Ning’s contact? I’m going to add him as a friend."