Capítulo 20: Chapter 20: Guerilla
"Huh? What does this kid want to do?"
Watching Xue Jing approaching them, someone expressed their confusion aloud.
"Wait, what is he holding in his hand..."
A short-haired youth suddenly pointed at Xue Jing's right hand.
"A brick?"
"He mustn't think that picking up a brick from the ground would be intimidating, haha, what can a brick do?"
Someone scoffed, weighing the metal baseball bat in their hand.
The crowd snickered as they walked towards Xue Jing.
On the quiet night street, one side was a dozen gangsters clustered together, and the other was a lone student in a school uniform, both slowly approaching each other.
As Xue Jing moved forward, he gauged the distance relying on the instinct of aiming.
Just when the two sides were less than twenty meters apart, Xue Jing stopped in his tracks.
'This should be about right.'
Barely feeling that it was an excellent throwing distance, Xue Jing, going with the feel, raised the half brick the size of his fist in his hand.
"That kid is about to throw a brick, watch out!"
Someone called out a warning.
No sooner had he spoken than the head of a close-cropped youth beside him suddenly exploded.
"Bang!!"
"Ah!!"
Red brick fragments splattered everywhere, cutting several wounds on his face and some fragments even lodged in his eyes, causing him to cry out in pain.
The youth with the close-cropped hair hit by the brick was now lying silently on the ground, a large gash on his forehead, blood gushing out.
"Fuck!"
"What the hell!?"
"Did someone get shot!?"
"No, it's that kid's brick!"
"Sheng Hua has passed out!"
"Damn it, get him, go!"
In the ensuing chaos, some went to help the youth with the exploded head, some stood dumbfounded, but most immediately rushed towards Xue Jing at full speed.
However, the instant Xue Jing threw the half brick, he turned around without hesitation and started running again!
"Fuck, chase him!"
"Don't run, you little bastard, I'm going to kill your whole family, fuck your mother!"
...
Minutes later, everyone stopped, panting heavily, looking at the figure in the school uniform in the distance.
They just couldn't catch up!
Just as they stopped, Xue Jing also stopped and slowly turned around.
A bad feeling arose in everyone's hearts.
Soon, their premonition came true.
In the streets of South City area, there wasn't much else, but there was garbage everywhere.
Xue Jing picked up a 500ml glass beer bottle from the ground.
Seeing this, the gangsters immediately panicked.
"Fuck, find cover!!"
"Move, this spot is mine!"
People were pushing each other for a spot behind a plastic trash can.
"Spread out, spread out!"
In the panic, the glass beer bottle whizzed in, blasting the head of a tall, thin youth who couldn't dodge in time.
"Bang!"
"Ah!!"
The tall, thin youth clutched his head, blood pouring through his fingers, "He's got nothing left in his hands, go get him now!"
He seemed to be a minor leader; as he commanded, people hurriedly emerged from their hiding spots.
But by then, Xue Jing had already run far away.
The crowd glanced at each other, unsure whether to chase.
"What are you waiting for, chase him!"
The tall and thin young man said in frustration.
Seeing this, the others had no choice but to chase after Xue Jing once again.
After several chases, and running at full strength, everyone's physical strength was barely holding up. This time, they didn't chase for long before most of them slowly started to lag.
As they slowed, Xue Jing immediately noticed and stopped in his tracks.
"This..."
The crowd swallowed hard, watching fearfully as the good-looking boy in the school uniform slowly turned around.
Just as Xue Jing picked up something off the ground again, someone in the crowd couldn't keep it together anymore.
"Run!!"
Hearing this shout, those who were already contemplating retreat instantly scattered, desperately diving for nearby cover.
"Move, move, I was here first!"
"What the hell are you squeezing for, get lost!"
"Damn it, clumsy fool, risk your own life, I'm out!"
Faced with an enemy they could never catch up to, and who might randomly choose a "lucky" spectator for a headshot when stopping, everyone genuinely felt fearful.
Regret, overwhelming regret engulfed everyone's hearts.
Who the hell decided we should catch this Affiliated Middle School student!?
"Whoosh!"
A rusty steel rebar, over thirty centimeters long and as thick as a finger, flew straight towards the crowd like an arrow.
"Plop!"
A gangster hiding behind a tin shack saw the steel rebar pierce through the thin iron sheet, missing his head by mere centimeters, and burst into tears right there.
His legs gave out, and he fell to the ground. Looking up, he saw Xue Jing in the distance bending down to pick up something from the ground again.
"Mommy!!!"
The gangster immediately began sobbing bitterly, wishing he had more legs to run away from Xue Jing faster.
But before he could get far, a small concrete block flew from afar, striking him precisely on the back of the head. As it exploded into a cloud of dust, it cracked his skull open.
"Run, run, run fast!"
Fully devoid of any desire to resist, the crowd fled back the way they came, heads down in sheer terror.
Thus, the situation reversed.
In the night of South City, a bizarre scene unfolded on the outer street.
A dozen or so young men with various hairstyles and tattoos were screaming and fleeing desperately, while a good-looking student in Affiliated Middle School uniform, looking like a well-behaved boy, was relentlessly pursuing them.
From time to time, the student would randomly pick up some hard trash from the ground and hurl it at the crowd ahead. Each throw was accurate, with sounds of heads being struck ringing out continuously.
The weapons in their hands had also fallen to the ground, becoming projectiles for Xue Jing to throw.
"Here it comes again!"
"Bro! Dad! Daddy, grandpa! Please, stop throwing them!"
"I surrender, I surrender, ah, stop throwing them!"
All the while, everyone was screaming as they ran.
The commotion was loud and caught the attention of residents in the neighborhood, who opened their windows to look out. Seeing such an absurd spectacle, they clicked their tongues in amazement.
"Hey, isn't that the Razor Gang? What happened?"
"Is another gang invading to take over this territory?"
"No, wait, why is there a student? And he seems to be wearing an Affiliated Middle School uniform."
"Hey, weird and bizarre, why are they being chased by a student?"
A young man with blonde hair finally couldn't run anymore and stopped to catch his breath.
Just then, a figure like a nightmare approached him from the side.
The blonde-haired youth turned his head and saw Xue Jing standing emotionlessly in front of him, his cold, sharp gaze piercing through him as he held a metal baseball bat.
"...OK, OK, I beg you to spare my life."
The blonde-haired youth smoothly knelt down, his eyes filled with terror, pleading.
"Bang!"
The whooshing baseball bat brutally struck his left ear, sending him flying sideways for several meters; he lay motionless on the ground.
Xue Jing, holding the blood-stained baseball bat, slowly walked towards the rest of the gangsters who were nearly unable to run anymore.
The baseball bat dragged on the ground, its metal surface scraping against the concrete, making a clanging sound.
His footsteps were neither fast nor slow, but each step seemed to land squarely on the hearts of the crowd.
Step by step.
...
Capítulo 21: Chapter 21: The Triumph of Martial Arts!
"Wrong, bro, I was wrong, please, stop..."
"Bang!"
"Wait, we are from the Razor Gang, you..."
"Bang!"
"Hey, can we make peace?"
"Bang!"
On the street, the scattered members of the Razor Gang lay defeated where they fell, like golf balls neatly placed. Xue Jing, holding a metal baseball bat, approached each one and, no matter what they said, their heads exploded with each swing.
Before long, only one crew-cut youth remained standing on the scene.
Xue Jing slowly walked up to the crew-cut youth, the metal baseball bat in his hand dented in several places and covered in blood due to the excessive force and numerous hits.
"I'm very curious,"
he began.
"As an utterly harmless student, it's normal for me to visit a classmate's house, isn't it? Nothing odd about that at all."
"I never cause trouble on any ordinary day, I wouldn't drive onto a spacious sidewalk when traffic jams occur, and when the taste of food in restaurants doesn't match the price, I just pinch my nose and pay. Encountering thugs like you scares me to death, and I always take detours to avoid you."
"Not to mention, I've never even been to South City before, so there's no way I could have inadvertently provoked you."
"So what exactly did you plan to do by suddenly rushing out at me?"
The tone of Xue Jing's speech was not harsh, as if he was casually chatting with a friend.
But the fear on the crew-cut youth's face deepened with each word Xue Jing spoke, until by the last word, his legs gave out, and he fell to the ground, frantically waving his hands:
"No way, not at all, bro, we were just passing by... Ah!!"
Before he could finish speaking, Xue Jing swung his bat, smashing it against the youth's ankle.
The sound of bone cracking erupted, and the crew-cut youth's ankle twisted into a grotesque angle.
"Answer the questions honestly when asked, and don't make unnecessary excuses. Didn't your teacher teach you that?"
"Yes... yes."
The crew-cut youth, his face pale with pain, hastily said:
"We are under Duan Kaiping from the Razor Gang. Brother Duan saw you walking alone on the street in your Affiliated Middle School uniform and thought about kidnapping you to extort your family..."
Xue Jing shook the baseball bat in his hand and asked, "Where is this Brother Duan now?"
"Brother Duan felt that, as a student, there was no need for him to act; he let us handle it while he waited in a warehouse on the next street!"
The crew-cut youth spoke very fast, afraid that anything might dissatisfy Xue Jing and result in another hit.
"Is this Brother Duan very formidable?" Xue Jing asked.
"Brother Duan is a core member of the Razor Gang, authorized to have 'Razor' tattooed over his chest... He, with the Gang Leader's connections, trained in martial arts at the Golden Wind Dojo. I've only seen him in action once; he split a coke can in half barehanded as if he was wielding a razor!"
Xue Jing narrowed his eyes.
Golden Wind Dojo... He had just heard about it from Pei Youguang, who had trained there to learn "Power."
That a dojo would let these gang members who casually engage in kidnapping and extortion train there proved it wasn't a good place, hence its location in South City.
'To split a coke can in half means slicing a throat would be even easier... His combat power isn't low.'
Xue Jing pondered.
After this, he had squarely confronted the Razor Gang, injuring many of their members. Although it was entirely their fault, he did not believe the gang members would be reasonable with him.
First, Xue Jing considered the possibility of silencing them, but he soon realized it was impractical.
Not to mention whether he could bring himself to do it, the commotion they caused was too loud, probably witnessed by many. Asking a few bystanders would lead straight to him.
So, there was no way out.
Xue Jing thought for a moment and then asked, "Tell me more about your Razor Gang."
He paused, "How big is your influence, how formidable are you exactly, and how many key members like 'Brother Duan' do you have?"
The crew-cut youth hesitated, then replied, "Our Razor Gang is one of the seven peripheral gangs in the South City area; we control a few streets around here... There are several dozen core members like Brother Duan."
Xue Jing squinted, "What's your gang leader's relationship with the Golden Wind Dojo?"
"The gang leader is a direct disciple of the Arena Master of the Golden Wind Dojo..."
Hearing this, Xue Jing felt a headache coming on.
Just as he thought, pulling out one root revealed a clump of dirt. These entrenched gang forces were entangled in various relationships; provoking one would unravel many.
Was he to deal with the Razor Gang and then the Golden Wind Dojo? And after that, what else might emerge?
Wouldn't this be endless?
Hey, can we make peace?
"But... there's not no way to break the situation."
Xue Jing felt he could use the situation to his advantage.
The Razor Gang was backed by Golden Wind Dojo, but in Qingcheng, they weren't the only dojo around.
Dojos needed to conduct business, take your money, and let you become a disciple for martial arts practice.
Xue Jing didn't believe that with his unmatched talent and astonishing wisdom, he wouldn't be treated with utmost respect in any dojo he joined.
You Razor Gang have someone powerful backing you, right? I'll soon be just as powerful!
Even, he thought of a cunning plan.
He'd take the initiative and pay to join Golden Wind Dojo first!
By the time the Razor Gang came looking for trouble...
I acknowledge your power, but if I choose to join directly, how will you deal with that?
However, he currently had a very bad impression of both Golden Wind Dojo and the Razor Gang, and unless he had no choice, he didn't want to do this.
Xue Jing felt a sense of urgency.
Previously he hadn't felt much pressure. Although he wanted to practice martial arts, he wasn't in a hurry, but now he needed to figure out how to gather money to join a dojo as soon as possible.
"Thank you for the information."
Xue Jing said to the crew-cut youth.
The latter quickly smiled obsequiously, "It's no trouble, bro, it's all in a day's work... Look, can you let me off the hook for this?"
Xue Jing nodded.
"Alright, I'll give you a chance."
Having said this, he looked around and picked up a few handy stones from the ground not far away.
Seeing this, the crew-cut youth was traumatized, a bad premonition arising in his mind.
"Run, I'll only count to ten."
Xue Jing tossed the stones in his hand.
"One."
"Hey? Bro, look at my foot..."
The crew-cut youth grimaced, pointing to his foot which had been broken by Xue Jing's stick.
"Two."
"Wait a second, wait a second, can we start counting again?"
"Three."
The crew-cut youth grit his teeth, endured the intense pain in his ankle, pushed himself off the wall, and hobblingly made his way towards the other side of the street.
"Four."
But since he could only move one foot, he really couldn't walk fast.
"Five."
The counting voice, like a death knell, slowly came from behind him; he scrambled to speed up, only to trip and fall.
"Six."
He struggled to get up, but in his haste, he touched his injured ankle and fell over again from the pain.
"Seven."
He moved forward in a mix of rolling and crawling.
"Eight."
"Ahhhhhh!"
He cried out in fear.
"Nine."
"Ten."
Xue Jing watched the crew-cut youth who hadn't made it twenty meters away and threw a stone at him.
"Bang!"
The final headshot noise echoed through the night.
Xue Jing looked around at the bodies strewn about, looked at the stone in his palm, squeezed it tightly, and confidently declared:
"It's the victory of martial arts!"
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