Chapter 10 Dispute_2

Li Xiaoliang listened to Yang Baozhang's words but still stood there like a post, staring blankly at Lin Yuan.

Yang Baozhang looked at Li Xiaoliang, who had no intention of apologizing, and scolded angrily: "For a martial artist, what is the most important thing? It is to not fear difficulties and dare to face challenges head-on. Otherwise, if martial arts are only used against the weak, can you be called a martial artist?"

"Lin Yuan fought stubbornly against Quanya Village to bring water to our village and was seriously injured. He should take the Vitality Pill. Otherwise, who else will fight for the village's interests in the future?"

"In my eyes, Lin Yuan is not a waste at all, but your role model. He is a good son of our Bull Horn Village."

After Yang Baozhang finished speaking, he looked at Li Xiaoliang again: "Apologize to Lin Yuan, immediately."

Listening to Yang Baozhang's lecture, Li Xiaoliang did not have the slightest disagreement in his heart.

When he heard himself being asked to apologize again, Li Xiaoliang looked at Lin Yuan, slowly opened his mouth, and spat out two words between his lips and teeth.

"Waste." Hearing this word, Yang Baozhang became furious, raising his hand, a whirlwind of energy swirling up and down his dark right palm, intending to teach Li Xiaoliang a lesson.

"Baozhang, wait."

"Bald Li! Are you seeking death, damn it! Just so you know, Brother Yuan just now..." The speaker was Li Yuanshan, but he was interrupted before he could finish.

Lin Yuan gestured with his hand, stopping Li Yuanshan from speaking further.

When Lin Yuan first heard the word "waste," he was a bit angry, but he soon let it pass.

In their eyes, firstly, it was because he lost the fight; some people only care about results, not the process or conditions.

Secondly, his Dantian was destroyed. Although he was now recovering with the Vitality Pill, being absent from the practice field for a long time might indeed make him no different from waste, lacking martial skills.

Hearing others and Yang Baozhang defending him touched him deeply.

But now hearing the word "waste" again, a murderous intent surged to the back of his head, and his anger suddenly rose, knowing this must be resolved personally.

"Li Xiaoliang, I know you feel wronged!" Even though his heart was filled with anger, Lin Yuan remained unblinking: "Using pills on me seems wasteful to you, but whether it's wasteful or not hasn't been confirmed. You're jumping to conclusions, which you shouldn't!"

Hearing this, Li Xiaoliang rolled his eyes as if mocking Lin Yuan, thinking his words were just excuses.

Seeing Li Xiaoliang's expression, Lin Yuan knew the bald opponent dismissed his words with disdain and immediately proposed.

"Words are useless; fists are the real reason." Lin Yuan's face remained expressionless, a cold gleam in his eyes as he gently clenched his right fist.

Lin Yuan knew what they wanted! They just wanted to see the former genius they once admired, crawling under their feet, begging for mercy!

They wanted him, this genius, to grovel like a begging dog before them, seeking their forgiveness.

If it were the former him, without that mysterious woman's pill, today's scene would undoubtedly play out as they expected.

A cripple who consumed the Vitality Pill but showed no signs of recovery, how could he survive under their pressure?

What humiliation! What grievance!

But the Lin Yuan of today is different; this is another me!

A me who can break all doubts and constraints with martial arts!

A me who can shatter all schemes and slanders with my fists!

A me who can stand so high that they cannot reach me!

Looking at the bald head shining in the sunlight, Lin Yuan suppressed his overwhelming anger and calmly said: "How about this, I'll throw one punch. If you can take this punch, I'll kneel and admit my mistake. What do you think?"

Currently, Lin Yuan couldn't offer anything equivalent to the pills in value. But he knew what they wanted from him.

To get them to sit at the gambling table, he needed stakes they anticipated!

The only stake was his dignity.

"One punch? You think you can defeat me with one punch? How could I, Li Xiaoliang, lose to your punch? I'll take ten of your punches today if needed!" Hearing this, Li Xiaoliang felt angry.

But in the next moment, he felt a tinge of excitement, thinking that Lin Yuan, with his destroyed Dantian, was probably even weaker than an ordinary person. What could one punch do? Did he really think he had regained his former strength? But even if he did, he couldn't defeat me with one punch.

Then Li Xiaoliang added: "However, I have another condition."

Lin Yuan fixed his gaze on Li Guangtou: "Speak!"

"If you lose, not only will you kneel and admit your mistakes to me, but you also have to do the same to them." Li Xiaoliang casually pointed to the crowd of youths behind him.

"Fine."

"And!" Li Xiaoliang fiercely added to Lin Yuan: "You must kowtow ten times to Wang Dong."

Lin Yuan's anger surged once more, his scalp growing tighter with each wave of rage.

"Okay." But Lin Yuan's voice was devoid of joy or sorrow, calm as he spoke.

"Are you finished?" Lin Yuan's voice seemed to ooze through his teeth, chilling Li Xiaoliang despite the scorching summer as he listened.

"I'm waiting for your kowtows, humph." Despite feeling something was amiss, Li Xiaoliang paid it no heed, confident of his victory.

With that, he turned and headed toward the practice field's arena, the crowd parting to make way.

Lin Yuan walked with firm steps toward the arena. Before he had taken a few steps, he heard the voices of the youths behind him.

"Brother Yuan, it's unwise. Don't agree to it."

"Lin Yuan, your Dantian is destroyed; there's no way you can defeat Li Xiaoliang. There's really no need to agree to this."

"Brother Yuan, why put yourself through this?"

The youths supporting Lin Yuan were shocked and urged him not to accept such conditions.

"Lin Yuan is stubborn. If we intervene to stop him, he'll only be more troubled. His Dantian was destroyed, and he probably hasn't emerged from the shadow of failure; he wants to prove himself again. But now he's destined to fail."

"If he fails, it might help him see himself and reality clearly. With a broken Dantian, he can't practice martial arts; it's an unavoidable truth. But the humiliation of kowtowing is truly hard to swallow."

Seeing intervention was futile, the youths supporting Lin Yuan expressed regret and sympathy.

Meanwhile, discordant voices also came from behind.

"Bringing disgrace upon himself."

"Defeating Li Xiaoliang with one punch, what a joke. With his Dantian destroyed, he still dreams of repelling an enemy with a single punch? Can't wait to see you kneel and admit your mistake, waste."

"It seems Lin Yuan isn't just stubborn, but a fool who can't see reality. A martial artist with a destroyed Dantian, lacking Qi-Blood strength, how could he defeat Li Xiaoliang?"

"Looks like his limbs aren't the only things broken; even his brain's been damaged, turned into an idiot."

"The village head was foolish! How could he let someone like him take the Vitality Pill? And here he is, still foolishly dreaming about martial practice, not acknowledging he's already a waste. It's ridiculous!"

The youths supporting Li Guangtou were indifferent to Lin Yuan's actions, aware that Lin Yuan's Dantian had been confirmed as destroyed by the village doctors.

And Lin Yuan hadn't dared to come to the practice field to train in so long, only practicing at home! But he didn't have the stone locks needed at home for Qi-Blood training, proving his Dantian truly couldn't recover.

How could someone with a Dantian leak have any Qi-Blood? Without the power of Qi-Blood, what strength could defeat Li Guangtou with a single punch?

Using the Vitality Pill on him was indeed a waste, and there was some resentment in their hearts as to why the village head gave it to him instead of Wang Dong.

But picturing Lin Yuan kneeling to them in defeat, these youths couldn't help but smile faintly.

The crowd then gathered around the two as they headed to the arena.

The youths supporting Lin Yuan were even more worried. With Lin Yuan's Dantian destroyed and his inability to practice martial arts, his spirits were already low and now, destined to be defeated and humiliated, their hearts ached for him.

"Brother Yuan, if you lose, we'll kowtow for you."

Suddenly, that group of youths shouted loudly.

Hearing this, Lin Yuan's eyes couldn't help but grow moist as he looked at them.

"Everyone, just watch how I, Lin Yuan, do it."

Lin Yuan shouted loudly, then stepped up to the arena.

Li Xiaoshan stood firm, stepped forward to settle, and posed a defensive stance. When Lin Yuan saw him ready, he half-closed his eyes, and in a flash, his calm gaze turned murderous.

"Baldy, you better be ready!"