He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 772 Zhang Qi was arrested

Zhang Qi's eyes suddenly became fierce, his entire body tensed, and he shot out like an arrow, his right foot slamming into the ground, sending rubble flying everywhere. His right arm muscles flexed, and his fist, wrapped in a whistling gust of wind, thrust itself directly into Xiao Bao's face, shouting, "Prepare to die!"

A sneer curled up Xiao Bao's lips, his feet rooted to the spot, not even dodging or evading. His left arm, like a gate, blocked his chest, elbow slightly protruding. At the same time, his right hand clenched into an iron fist. Using the momentum of his turn, he struck Zhang Qi in the ribs with tremendous force—this blow was swift and fierce, clearly an attempt to force the opponent to retreat head-on.

"Bang!" A dull thud echoed. The moment the fist and arm met, Zhang Qi felt a powerful force radiate through his arm, numbing his palm. But he reacted with remarkable speed, using the recoil to swivel. His right leg lashed out like a steel whip, his trouser leg ripping through the air, striking Xiao Bao's side with a whirring sound. Xiao Bao's feet spun, his body slightly tilted like a spinning top, barely avoiding the powerful kick. However, the strong wind blew against his robe, causing it to rustle. Just as Zhang Qi was about to land, he thrust his elbow forward, striking Zhang Qi's jaw with a sharp, swift blow.

For the first few rounds, Xiao Bao handled the situation with ease, even glancing around from the corner of his eye, a hint of disdain lingering on his lips. He felt that Zhang Qi's moves, though lightning-fast, lacked a certain depth of internal energy, like a rootless duckweed. But after a dozen or so moves, the contempt faded, and a slight frown deepened. Zhang Qi's movements became increasingly unpredictable. Sometimes he moved with ghostly erratic movements, weaving through his fists and repeatedly missing his powerful punches. Other times, he was as strong as a rock, his punches landing with a dull, explosive sound, forcing him to block with all his might. Even more alarming was the fact that the force in Zhang Qi's punches had unknowingly doubled, and the once effortless situation gradually turned into a stalemate of even strength.

"Is that all you have?" Zhang Qi continued his attack, feinting his left fist to distract Xiao Bao. His right palm slashed towards his neck like a knife, his tone tinged with mockery. "Unfortunately, this little bit of skill is only enough to withstand half of my strength."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qi's aura suddenly surged, and his once dark pupils took on a faint silver glow, as if quenched by cold stars. His speed suddenly increased several times, and his punches and kicks seemed to leave a trail of afterimages. Each strike carried a sharp sound that ripped through the air, and the dust on the ground was lifted by the wind from his fists, forming a vague wave of air. Xiao Bao suddenly felt the pressure doubled. His blocking arm went numb, and his bones felt like they were about to crack. His once rock-steady lower body began to waver slightly, and his steps gradually stumbled. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and trickled down his cheeks.

The fourth brother, hiding in the shadows, watched with bated breath. Hiding behind a tree trunk, his fingers tightly gripped the short blade at his waist, his brow furrowed. Zhang Qi's display of strength far exceeded his expectations. His moves were brutal and unrestrained, clearly no pushover. Xiao Bao, on the other hand, was already losing ground, having been struck by a hidden punch to the chest, his breathing becoming rapid. Although he wasn't from the same sect as the Tiger Clan, they shared the same righteousness, and he wouldn't sit idly by while a fellow disciple fell into danger.

Just as Zhang Qi seized the opportunity and delivered a side kick to Xiao Bao's lower abdomen, sending him stumbling back three steps and leaving his chest wide open, Lao Si suddenly leaped out from the shadows like a civet cat. He tapped the tip of his toe against the low wall and, using the momentum, shot out like an arrow. His right hand formed a palm, his fingertips condensing a fierce energy, and he struck directly at Zhang Qi's vital point at the back!

Zhang Qi was trying his best to suppress Xiao Bao, with all his mind focused on the front. He never expected that someone would attack him from behind. By the time the hairs on the back of his neck stood up due to the strong wind and he realized the danger, it was too late. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his heart, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer. His internal organs were dislocated, and his blood suddenly flowed backwards. Most of his condensed strength was instantly lost. He groaned, his body shook violently, and he staggered forward a few steps, almost falling to the ground. After stabilizing himself, he turned around abruptly, his eyes full of shock and anger, staring at the fourth brother: "Despicable! How dare you attack me!"

The fourth brother landed steadily, his body straight as a pine tree, blocking Xiao Bao's way. His eyes were as cold as ice, like a blade tempered by cold. He met Zhang Qi's gaze without retreating: "To deal with a scum like you who brings disaster to the region, what's the harm in backstabbing you? The rules of the underworld never protect rats, why should we talk about decency with you!"

Zhang Qi covered his bleeding arm. The pain from the wound made his forehead sweat. His eyes were fixed on Lao Si, his eyes full of vigilance and unwillingness: "Who the hell are you? How dare you meddle in my business!"

Xiao Bao finally saw who it was. The tense lines on his face relaxed a little, and his taut jawline softened a bit. He bowed to the fourth brother and said with a tone of sincere gratitude: "So it's you, fourth brother. This time, it's thanks to you for taking action in time, otherwise my men would have suffered a great loss."

The fourth brother raised his lips, his eyebrows etched with a hint of nonchalant ridicule: "You too, you could have finished this guy off quickly, but you chose to dawdle and let your men practice, nearly giving him a chance to succeed with his underhanded tactics. Do you really think any random person is worthy of being a target for your practice?"

Xiao Bao smiled, a hint of helplessness in the fine lines at the corners of his eyes. He glanced at Zhang Qi, who was lying on the ground, and said with a hint of a lesson in his tone: "I originally wanted to let the brothers gain more practical experience, but I didn't expect this kid to have such a vicious trick. I was careless."

Zhang Qi was now covered in wounds. Blood from his arms dripped through his fingers, forming a small puddle on the ground. He collapsed on the ground like a torn sack. He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse as if rubbed by sandpaper, but still with a fierce force: "Stop pretending! If you want to kill or cut me up, do it quickly. I'd be unreliable if I even frowned!"

Xiao Bao didn't even raise his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard him. His gaze passed over him and fell on He Yao who was standing beside him. He Yao had just been shouting and yelling, relying on his numbers, but now seeing Zhang Qi being restrained, his face turned pale, his hands and feet became somewhat uncontrollable, and he shrank back, trying to hide.

Before he could even move, the guard beside him was quick-witted and kicked him hard in the knee. He Yao fell to his knees with a thud, his knees colliding with the hard stone slabs. He grimaced in pain, but dared not utter a single sound. He obediently accepted the restraints on his arms, head drooping, his previous arrogance gone.

Zhang Qi and He Yao were escorted side by side by the guards like dead dogs. Xiao Bao turned to the fourth brother and said, "Fourth brother, I'll remember this favor. When I return, I'll report your contribution to the clan leader. I won't let you go in vain."