Chapter 17 of Volume 1: Pointed Words and Counterattacks

  Jiang Qicai did not expect Ding Xiaomao to fight without warning, there was no prelude at all.

  Just as Wang Shiyu shouted "be careful", Jiang Qicai suddenly changed and his body flashed, the peach wood sword fell empty. At the same time, Jiang Qicai also kicked Ding Xiaomao's wrist in a hurry.

  The people in the courtyard saw that persuasion was ineffective, and the two young men finally started fighting. They voluntarily retreated to one side, leaving a large empty space on the corridor.

  But the corridor was only two meters wide, and Ding Xiaomao, holding a peach wood sword, and Jiang Qicai couldn't even swing it. And although Jiang Qicai's kick didn't hit Ding Xiaomao's wrist, unexpectedly, when Ding Xiaomao dodged, the peach wood sword accidentally scraped against the wall, causing Ding Xiaomao to stumble and almost fall over.

  Angrier still, Ding Xiaomao recklessly thrust his sword straight at Jiang Qicai's chest, just like the characters in martial arts TV dramas.

  This speed was incredibly fast, but Jiang Qike's movements were in no way slower than his.

  He swiftly took two steps back, turned around and suddenly accelerated, jumping up onto the wall behind him.

  Just as Ding Xiaomao was about to take action to teach Jiang Qi a lesson, the latter had already quietly inserted his wrist into his pocket and pressed the "Soul Gathering" function on the wheel disk.

  At this moment, Jiang Qicai felt all the spiritual energy rushing to his feet in an instant. Just as his shoes kicked against the wall, a strong adhesive force allowed Jiang Qicai to fly over the eaves and walk on the wall, just like a swallow.

  Even so, Jiang Qicai could have used this wheel to make a leap, directly flying over Ding Xiaomao's head, but at this moment, with so many pairs of eyes staring straight at him, Jiang Qicai didn't want to expose his true abilities. He simply kicked off the wall with both feet a few times and then intentionally plummeted downwards at high speed, crashing to the ground.

  But who would have thought that Jiang Qicai's seemingly desperate move would actually dodge Ding Xiaomao's peach wood sword attack.

  At the same time, Jiang Qicai fell down and his two feet kicked out, it was unclear whether it was a coincidence or not, but the two shoes just happened to fly off his feet and flew towards Ding Xiaomao's face.

  Then there was a crisp "slap" sound, and those two shoes somehow accurately hit Ding Xiaomao's nose bridge, with blood flowing non-stop.

  The crowd immediately followed with a uniform "wow" of surprise.

  Ding Xiaomao's face turned white with rage, and his wrists were shaking nonstop. Before Jiang Qicai could even get back to his feet, Ding Xiaomao recklessly wiped the blood from his nose, then flipped the peach wood sword over, pointing the sharp end at Jiang Qicai's body, ready to thrust it in with force.

  Although the material of this peach wood sword is neither gold nor silver, if it is inserted with such force, Jiang Qi will definitely die on the spot.

  Most people present did not expect that under the anger of Ding Xiao, he completely lost his mind, and they felt that Jiang Qicai would not die or be seriously injured if this continued.

  But by then it was already too late for them to come out and block him.

  Wang Shiyu's pretty face turned pale with fright, and she involuntarily closed her eyes.

  At this time, no one noticed that Kong He's right hand was pinching a key in his palm. If Ding Xiaomao really wanted to intervene recklessly, he would also lend a helping hand.

  But the thought of Kong He only flashed through his mind, and Jiang Qi, who was on the ground, suddenly and mysteriously used his waist strength to thrust himself up, and his legs seemed to stretch out two feet in an instant, just in time to clamp down on the hilt of the peach wood sword.

  Ding Xiaomao was taken aback, and with a surge of strength, he pressed down with both hands. However, no matter how hard Ding Xiaomao tried, the peach wood sword wouldn't budge an inch. The entire audience was stunned by this turn of events, yet Jiang Qicai still had the audacity to casually rest his arms behind his head and sneer, "This Heavenly Master of yours is simply a joke! Haven't you ever heard the saying that 'the arm cannot twist the thigh'? Alas... it seems you don't understand anything except for your own nonsense!"

  Ding Xiaomao was even more urgent and drew his sword with greater force.

  Unexpectedly, as soon as Jiang Qicai finished speaking, his feet suddenly loosened their grip on the peach wood sword. Ding Xiaomao used too much force and with a "zip" sound, he directly inserted the peach wood sword into his own crotch!

  People who were worried about Jiang Qicai's safety suddenly burst out laughing like a pot boiling over.

  Even Wang Shiyu, who had just reopened her eyes, was laughing so hard that she was doubled over, her flower-like hands trembling wildly.

  Ding Xiaomao saw the expressions of the people around him, and with bloodshot eyes, he forcefully pulled out his sword. However, no matter what, he couldn't have anticipated that the pants which had already been ripped would, due to his forceful tug, suddenly produce an even more exaggerated "ripping" sound.

  Ding Xiaomao's entire pants suddenly opened at this time, and with a "rustling" sound, they fell to the ground, revealing only a white triangular small underwear.

  Wang Shiyu and the waitress from before suddenly turned their heads back with a "whoosh", many men were also staring at this extremely embarrassing scene, all shaking their heads in sighs for Ding Xiaomao.

  At this time, Ding Xiaomao himself seemed to be completely stunned.

  Kong He burst out laughing and said: "I didn't expect that, Heavenly Master, your figure is quite good! I think you can totally shoot a lingerie ad! Oh! It's just that thing is a bit small. How about doing surgery to cut it off? I can give you an 80% discount!"

  Ding Xiaomao's expression at this moment was truly one of wanting to cry but having no tears, his face full of shame, he hated that he couldn't find a crack in the ground to drill into.

  He glared at Kong He fiercely, unsure of what to do next. He wanted to pick up the pants scattered on the ground, but for some reason his mind was a complete blank and all his movements were stiff.

  Kind-hearted Lawyer Cheng immediately strode out, quickly taking off his suit and wrapping it around his waist. Ding Xiaomao was stunned and even forgot to say thank you.

  Jiang Qicai got up from the ground again, stretched out his hand and patted the floating dust on his clothes.

  Jiang Qicai also saw the expression on Ding Xiaomao's face and felt a little unbearable. Because no matter what, although Jiang Qicai wanted to teach Ding Xiaomao a lesson, he didn't expect him to lose face on the spot. This unexpected event made Jiang Qicai feel somewhat apologetic.

  But just as everyone in the room was about to go over and comfort Ding Xiaomao, a loud and terrifying wail of a baby crying suddenly came from inside the bathroom door.

  The crowd that was walking together suddenly stopped in unison. Everyone's face changed color, and the scene became extremely quiet for a while.

  But soon, the baby's wailing continued nonstop, and everyone's eardrums were aching. Countless people involuntarily cast their gaze towards the bathroom, and they all saw with great horror that the originally tightly closed door suddenly creaked open by itself without anyone disturbing it.

  A gust of cold wind drifted out from inside.

  Everyone felt their whole body start to chill.