Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 782 - 781

Chapter 782: 781

Master Fu Dewei suddenly vomited blood, prompting many onlookers to also burst into angry curses. Some even rushed forward, separating Zhao Ping’an and Fu Dewei.

Within the Dewei Martial Arts Hall, there were indeed some who were very loyal to Master Fu. Fear of the eldest disciple held them back from acting.

Now, though Zhao Ping’an had defeated the eldest disciple, he was still just one person. Moreover, with Foo Qinglan there, it provided a great reassurance, emboldening the others to take a stand.

Zhao Ping’an was somewhat bewildered; he had simply acted according to the instruction Su Yang had transmitted to him. In fact, he himself was clueless as to whether his actions would be effective. But since it was the Immortal’s advice, it must be useful, right?

Yet, as Master Fu’s vomiting of blood grew worse, Zhao Ping’an grew fearful. Could it be that the Immortal’s method was useless?

With the support of these people, Foo Qinglan regained her vigor and, pointing at Zhao Ping’an, she raged, "Zhao Ping’an, if anything happens to my dad, you’ll bear full responsibility!"

Zhao Ping’an’s face turned pale in panic, wanting to speak but not knowing how to explain himself. He couldn’t just say that the Immortal had instructed him to do it.

"Miss, it was... it was the Hu Family who injured Master..." Fatty cautiously reminded everyone that under no circumstances should Zhao Ping’an be left to bear full responsibility for this incident.

"Who allowed you to speak?" Foo Qinglan shouted furiously, "The Hu Family people injured my father, but he was merely hurt. What Zhao Ping’an has done... knowing well that my father had a broken rib, he still pressed so hard on his chest. Isn’t he trying to kill my father? If he doesn’t take responsibility, who will?"

Fatty was so terrified that he didn’t dare to speak again.

"Zhao Ping’an, you’ve gone too far. Teacher has been so good to you, yet you’ve caused him harm. What kind of person does that?"

"Ah, to know a person by their appearance but not his heart... No matter how talented someone is, if they don’t have good character, they’re still useless!"

"Perhaps Zhao Ping’an planned to cure the Sect Leader through massage, but is this something that can be done casually? That’s a broken rib, after all. Even an old physician wouldn’t dare to proceed rashly!"

"Hmph, probably watched too many martial arts movies, really thinks anything can be fixed with just a few presses, like setting a rib back in place..."

While people sneered, Master Fu suddenly took a deep breath. To the shock of all present, Master Fu managed to stand up with the support of a nearby chair, seemingly much more alert.

"Dad?" Foo Qinglan, overjoyed, hurriedly supported Master Fu, "Dad, how do you feel now?"

Master Fu gestured with his hand to sit down, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he said, "Ping’an, come here!"

Everyone’s eyes followed Zhao Ping’an as Foo Qinglan quickly said, "Dad, why let him come over? He just tried to harm you on purpose..."

"Shut up!" Master Fu bellowed fiercely, causing Foo Qinglan to shiver in fright. He had never before lost his temper with her like this.

"What do you know!" Master Fu roared, "I was injured by the Hu Family. The rib injury was not critical; it was my internal meridian damage that was key. The blood stagnation blocking the meridians, True Qi solidified, making it impossible for me to even use my energy to heal."

"If it hadn’t been for Ping’an’s palm strike, in a little while, the True Qi clogging my body would have damaged my meridians. Even if you were to call an ambulance and get me to a hospital for treatment, my strength would have decreased by at least fifty percent."

"Seeing me vomit blood from Ping’an’s strike, you all thought I was badly hurt, but in truth, I was expelling the stagnant blood within my body. With that blood out, my other injuries were hardly worth mentioning, and there was no need to even call an ambulance!"

"Furthermore, Ping’an has already set my ribs right—he had no intention of harming me. Clearly, he was saving me!"

Everyone stood dumbfounded, who could have imagined that Zhao Ping’an’s seemingly simple massage and palm strike could actually have such an effect, even healing Fu Dewei’s injuries.

Foo Qinglan was utterly astonished, looking at Zhao Ping’an with a bewildered face, "How... How is this possible? How could this kid have such skills?"

Fu Dewei was also astonished, but hearing these words, he immediately became angry and said indignantly, "Why shouldn’t Ping’an have such abilities? His talent is better than any of yours. Qinglan, I know what you’re thinking; you’ve always looked down on Ping’an. Thinking that he’s just a poor kid, unfit to learn martial arts with me. Believing that any of your fellow disciples is stronger than Ping’an. But on what ground? Let me tell you, even if you combined all of your talents, they would still fall far short of Ping’an’s!"

The crowd was immediately shocked; previously, Fu Dewei only mentioned that Zhao Ping’an had good talent but never elaborated on how good it was. Now, hearing Fu Dewei say this, they finally realized just how highly he regarded Zhao Ping’an!

Foo Qinglan was also deeply shaken but then murmured softly, "What use is talent if he remains a poor kid?".

Zhao Ping’an, still somewhat confused, approached Fu Dewei, having been genuinely frightened just moments before. Now, it appeared that Immortal’s words were entirely true.

Fu Dewei patted Zhao Ping’an on the shoulder, originally intending to ask how he suddenly gained such abilities. However, at that moment, a rowdy commotion suddenly erupted from outside, and a group of people barged in aggressively.

Leading the pack was none other than the eldest senior brother and his group. Following behind them were members of the Hu Family.

Seeing this, the inhabitants of Dewei Martial Arts Hall instantly fell into disarray. It was these very people who had injured Fu Dewei earlier.

The man at the forefront entered and immediately shouted, "Zhao Ping’an, come out! You acted all tough just now, pointing fingers at the Hu Family. Come on, now that the Hu Family masters are here, let’s see you be arrogant again!"

Fu Dewei’s expression changed drastically as he quickly stood up and stared at the coming group from afar.

The few people who were shouting, surprised to see Fu Dewei actually standing, were taken aback, and their voices immediately diminished.

The Hu Family members walked in, led by a burly man with rough features—it was he who had injured Fu Dewei before.

He sized up Fu Dewei and said coldly, "Master Foo indeed has some skills to be able to stand up so quickly after taking my palm strike. No wonder the Family Head wanted me to invite you to work for the Hu Family. So, how about it? Have you considered our proposal to collaborate with the Hu Family?"

Fu Dewei answered with an icy tone, "I am afraid I must disappoint you, Brother Hu. I am but a simple man, unsuited to being restrained. Therefore, I must stick to my previous response and respectfully decline your offer."

"Heh heh..." the burly man sneered, "Master Foo, you managed to stand up after that palm strike, but if you take another, you might not be so lucky. The wise are those who can adapt to the times. Master Foo, you seem to be failing to see the bigger picture here. Even if you don’t consider your own welfare, surely you must think about all these people in Dewei Martial Arts Hall, right?"