Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 1336 - 1335: Dong Xingyu

Chapter 1336: Chapter 1335: Dong Xingyu

Given Su Yang’s temperament, facing such people, it was inevitable that conflict would arise.

No wonder on the last occasion, the Drunken Monk said it was fortunate that Su Yang hadn’t gone. If Su Yang had been there, they would certainly have started fighting with the Martial Champion’s men already, and wouldn’t have needed to wait until today!

Ge Kaiyang was speaking to a few Family Heads when Xie Bi’an, the first to notice Su Yang, immediately smiled, leaned over to Ge Kaiyang, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Ge Kaiyang looked up and saw Su Yang enter. A cold sneer also crossed his face.

"Master Su is quite punctual!" Ge Kaiyang said with a smile.

Everyone in the room turned their heads and stared straight at Su Yang. Dong Xingyu, in particular, stared at Su Yang with wide eyes and tightly furrowed brows, as if scrutinizing him.

Su Yang didn’t speak and walked directly over to Ge Kaiyang’s table.

"Hey, my buddy is talking to you, have you turned mute?" Dong Xingyu immediately got annoyed and said coldly, "Can’t you even respond to a single word?"

Su Yang’s brow furrowed; this Dong Xingyu was clearly looking for trouble. He hadn’t even confronted Ge Kaiyang yet, was Dong Xingyu prepared to start a fight first?

Just then, Lü Donglin spoke first, "Why all the nonsense? Tonight is Ge Kaiyang challenging Su Yang, what are you meddling for? What, the esteemed grandson of the Martial Champion and the grandson of the Jade-Faced Judge plan to jointly assault Su Yang?"

Dong Xingyu didn’t expect Lü Donglin to speak up; stunned for a moment, he then yelled angrily, "Lü Donglin, what are you implying? I’m talking to Su Yang, what’s it got to do with you!"

Lü Donglin said unapologetically, "I mean just that, what’s it to you? I can’t stand you, and just want to pick a bone with you, got a problem with that?"

Dong Xingyu burst into rage, "Lü Donglin, you’re courting death!"

"What, you want to fight me?" Lü Donglin stepped forward, gazing at Dong Xingyu with a fierce momentum.

Dong Xingyu was about to speak but was stopped by Ge Kaiyang’s hand.

"Brother Dong, why bother with such uncultured people?" Ge Kaiyang said with a smile, "Lü Donglin’s mother deceived the Zhang Family out of their martial arts secrets, which made the Beigong War God what he is now. ’Petty people revel in their success’ describes them perfectly. They see you and feel neither shame nor gratitude, instead they show off so brazenly. Do you really expect them to have any class?"

Ge Kaiyang’s words were very satisfying for Dong Xingyu. In his view, the Beigong War God’s prominence today was because Beigong Yan acquired the Zhang Family’s martial arts secrets by deceitfulness from his uncle. Therefore, people like Lü Donglin were the perfect example of ’petty people becoming arrogant upon achieving success.’

"Brother Ge, you’re right, no need to fuss over them!" Dong Xingyu said with a cold sneer, "If a dog bites you, you can’t bite it back."

"Exactly!" Ge Kaiyang laughed out loud.

Lü Donglin’s face was icy as he glanced at the two, "You two dogs are really good at comforting yourselves. Tell you what, I’ll challenge both of you here today. Neither the esteemed grandson of the Martial Champion nor the grandson of the Jade-Faced Judge would be scared to fight me, right? You wouldn’t be worse than two dogs and too cowardly to take me on?"

Dong Xingyu could not help but get angry again, "Lü Donglin, you dare insult me!"

"So what if I insult you!" Lü Donglin flipped over the table and charged at Dong Xingyu, "I’ll hit you, too!"

Seeing the situation, Ge Kaiyang’s lips curled into a cold smirk. He specifically brought Dong Xingyu here tonight to deal with Lü Donglin.

Dong Xingyu was indeed no match for Lü Donglin, but he is the grandson of a Martial Champion. If Lü Donglin truly hit him, he would inevitably have to confront the Martial Champion’s people head-on. By then, Lü Donglin wouldn’t have the time to bother with him anymore!

As the two were about to start fighting, at this moment, the Drunken Monk rushed in between them and stopped Lü Donglin.

"Amitabha!" the Drunken Monk said softly: "Tonight is the time for Master Su and Ge Kaiyang’s decisive battle. You two country bumpkins, how about saving some energy to watch this fight to the end before doing anything?"

"Get lost, damn kid!" Lü Donglin cursed outright, paying no more attention to Dong Xingyu.

But Dong Xingyu was angered, glaring he said: "You dead Bald Donkey, who are you calling a country bumpkin!"

The Drunken Monk pressed his palms together and said earnestly: "Amitabha, of course the poor monk is referring to you!"

"You dead Bald Donkey, you dare curse at me!" Dong Xingyu became furiously annoyed, pointing at the Drunken Monk and bellowing: "Don’t think just because you’re a Baldy, I’ll show you respect. Apologize to me immediately, or, monk or not, I’ll kill you!"

The Drunken Monk said: "Amitabha, patron, let’s keep the conversation civil, would you please not point at the poor monk?"

"Why the hell can’t I point at you, why the hell can’t I!" Dong Xingyu was extremely infuriated, he promptly started prodding the Drunken Monk’s chest: "I’m even touching you now, what can you do? What can you do?"

"Patron, if you continue like this, the poor monk will have to fight back!" the Drunken Monk stated gravely.

"Fight back? You damn monk even think about fighting back!" Dong Xingyu raised his hand and slapped towards him.

However, before his slap could hit the Drunken Monk’s face, the Drunken Monk returned a slap to his cheek first.

Dong Xingyu was stunned, he simply couldn’t believe that this unimpressive-looking monk dared to hit him? What on earth was going on?

"You... you dare hit me..." Dong Xingyu stuttered, his face filled with disbelief.

"Isn’t it clear enough?" the Drunken Monk gave Dong Xingyu another slap: "Or should I hit you another time to make things clearer?"

Dong Xingyu was enraged, yelling at the top of his lungs: "Stinking monk, you dare hit me, I’ll kill you!"

The Drunken Monk was very straightforward, landing another slap on Dong Xingyu’s face: "Accordingly, the poor monk should hit you a few more times. Otherwise, if the poor monk dies, wouldn’t I miss the chance to do so?"

Dong Xingyu was almost on the verge of spitting blood, howling as he lunged at the Drunken Monk. His skills were certainly not bad, but it also depends on who he’s compared with. Against the Drunken Monk, his strength was like a child’s play.

Dong Xingyu circled around the Drunken Monk a few times without even touching his clothes, but instead received a rapid succession of slaps, causing both sides of his face to swell up.

Dong Xingyu now fully understood that he was no match for the Drunken Monk. But he was still unwilling to accept it, grinding his teeth in extreme anger, he roared: "Stinking monk, I’m not done with you. I am the grandson of the Martial Champion..."

"The poor monk knows!" the Drunken Monk interrupted him directly: "Your grandfather is the fifth son of the Zhang Family, and speaking of seniority, he should actually address me as senior brother!"

People at the scene weren’t too familiar with the Drunken Monk, upon hearing this they were all astonished. This monk didn’t seem old, yet he dared to demand the fifth son of the Zhang Family to call him senior brother? Could he be so unreserved?