Gorgeous Female Tenants

"You’ve got it wrong. You’re out here making a name for yourself; I’m not, so I don’t need to show any respect or ’may we meet again under better circumstances!’" Xu Xiangbei retorted bluntly, not showing any intention of reconciliation in his tone.

"Although your martial arts are impressive, I have many brothers, and it’s hard to predict what might happen. Trouble might visit your home once every few days. As the saying goes: take a step back and see the vastness of the sea!" Xie Chenghu’s expression was unpleasant, his tone now carrying a hint of threat, clearly implying that if Xu Xiangbei did not comply, harm could come to his family.

"Are you threatening me?" Xu Xiangbei’s demeanor changed dramatically, his face turning somber, his words came from the abyss, chill enough to make the air plummet several degrees below zero.

"It’s not a threat—how could it be a threat? Just some kind advice!" Xie Chenghu, seeing Xu Xiangbei’s reaction, was almost frightened by his aura, but quickly regained his composure, his tone slightly softened.

"Even if it’s a threat, I don’t care; I will meet soldiers with generals and water with earth. If you dare to come, I’ll dare to take you on. I’ve beaten countless cats and dogs, and by then the one crying won’t be me!" Xu Xiangbei shifted his tone, full of invincible confidence, undeterred by any challenge.

"That’s easy to say, but if you walk by the river long enough, you’ll get your shoes wet. You might manage to defend for an hour, a day, a month, or a year—but can you keep it up for longer? Stay vigilant at all times?" Xie Chenghu’s words were provocative, striking at Xu Xiangbei’s weak spot.

"You raise a very good point, but often, I prefer to nip trouble in the bud, killing all threats in the dark. Based on what you said, maybe some people will simply vanish by tomorrow!" Xu Xiangbei’s expression became stern, and a murderous aura emerged from him. Xie Hucheng’s words had already challenged his bottom line; he could tolerate attempts on his own life, but any threat, however minor, to those he cared about was intolerable.

"Oh!" Xie Chenghu felt an unmatched force and the killing intent filling the air, shivering at Xu Xiangbei’s words without doubting them, nor Xu Xiangbei’s capabilities.

Now it seemed he was paying a steep price for a failed trick. He initially thought of threatening Xu Xiangbei to scale down the conflict, but things backfired, escalating instead. It might even end with casualties, as Xu Xiangbei’s killing aura—a sign that he had certainly killed before, quite possibly more than once—revealed a truly ruthless person! One could provoke a daredevil, but not someone capable and ruthless. Engaging with such individuals was akin to being eyed by a venomous snake, struck fatally at any moment.

"Bro, my master is a Shaolin Temple grandmaster, I learned martial arts from childhood, and my martial arts are extraordinarily high. I have several brothers, secular disciples who are proficient in Shaolin’s eighteen genres of martial arts. I’m just out here making a living, not looking for trouble—all about earning money. Let’s settle this today, what do you say?"

Xie Chenghu’s tone had noticeably softened, even bringing up his supposed master and senior brothers, hoping Xu Xiangbei would back down due to his backing and resolve the matter neatly. With no intention of shelling out money unnecessarily, especially since he lived by the maxim of licking blood from a blade’s edge, earning every penny with hardship.

"My senior sister is an Emei Abbess; as the saying goes, there’s Southern Shaolin, Northern Wudang, Central Emei—she’s a stunning flower of martial arts that could take your life at any moment; I have a senior brother who is a law enforcement Daoist of Wudang Mountain, he’s profoundly mysterious; I have a junior brother who leads the Kongtong Sect, having practiced the Seven Injuries Fist to its peak, capable of inflicting grave harm without injury to himself, I’ve barely learned the basics; I have an uncle in Japan who is a master ninja, the king of assassins, except no one is beyond his reach; I also have a senior brother who’s a leader in Thai fighting techniques—rumor has it his techniques are at an unstoppable peak, a light strike could kill someone; I have an uncle who is..."

When it came to boasting, Xu Xiangbei flowed smoothly and eloquently, easily fooling the average listener with his tale.

"Enough, what do you propose regarding this incident?" Xie Chenghu initially aimed to intimidate Xu Xiangbei with his Shaolin Temple background, yet found it had no effect, having had a huge list thrown back at him instead.

"Didn’t you just say? Compensate with 1 million, or kneel or compensate 1.5 million, get out with no extra conditions! I don’t demand more gracious terms!"

"Are you joking?" Xie Chenghu’s expression altered slightly, though he soon feigned a smile that seemed slightly abnormal.

"How could I joke? I’m very serious!"

"Alright, alright! You think I’m a pushover? This won’t end well today!" Xie Chenghu darkened, ready to fight, positioning himself with his feet spread, one ahead of the other, hands poised top and bottom—a stance fit for both attack and defense, perfectly executed!

"If that’s the case, then let our true skills show. But don’t regret it later, cry if you lose!" Xu Xiangbei didn’t adopt any defense or offense posture but was entirely tense, seemingly carefree on the surface while being highly vigilant, watching his opponent closely.

Xie Chenghu was the first to attack; his hands lunged forward with a move called ’Black Tiger Steal Heart,’ each hand like claws aiming directly at Xu Xiangbei, moving swiftly, making it impossible for any ordinary person to evade. Xu Xiangbei did not hesitate, clenching his hands into fists, launched the Dragon Tiger Fist with a thrust, their hands met mid-air like sparks flying.

"Boom!"

Xu Xiangbei stood firm, while Xie Chenghu staggered back, shaking his hands and slightly trembling, a single move defining the victor.

Xie Chenghu wouldn’t surrender easily; he charged with his legs as if sweeping through thousands, quickly taking the offensive, momentarily blinding the atmosphere, dust rising to veil the ground, forcing Xu Xiangbei to block with his feet as their fists and feet collided, leaving a trail of shadows in mid-air, dazzling those watching in awe.

Xu Xiangbei did not proactively attack but defended with grace, akin to an iron-clad fortress, shielding himself seamlessly.

A drop of sweat slid down Xie Chenghu’s face, yet he continued his unyielding assault, using Shaolin’s unique Arhat Fist, each punch landing solidly, fiercely powerful, infused with masculine vigor, the force and speed growing increasingly relentless. The essence of Arhat Fist lay in its momentum and rhythm, as the saying goes: build momentum abruptly, weaken thereafter, and finally deplete exhaustively.

Xu Xiangbei realized he’d be overwhelmed by Xie Chenghu’s momentum, forcing a quick tactical shift to disrupt his rhythm. Once disrupted, Xie Chenghu seemed a deflated balloon, instantly deflated.

Xu Xiangbei seized the opportunity, mimicking the Arhat Fist, his aura for that moment mirrored a true Buddha incarnate, suffocating anyone nearby, he met speed with speed, promptly overpowering Xie Chenghu who was left defenseless.

Xie Chenghu grimaced, drenched in cold sweat, sensing immense pressure without daring to lose focus. His limbs trembled from Xu Xiangbei’s blows, coupled with a lingering pain, yet gritting his teeth in endurance. He recognized encountering a real expert, realizing defeat was inevitable. Thus, he drew a switchblade from his waist, swiftly extending into a forty-centimeter blade, slashing at Xu Xiangbei, who narrowly avoided injury.

Xu Xiangbei shunned weapons, seeking self-improvement, aware that the Sword Palace and hidden adversaries had set sights on him, foreseeing an increasingly arduous path fraught with unknown dangers, where missteps lead to fatal consequences. He compelled himself to grow stronger, determined to overcome current minor threats to progress on this uncertain journey.

Xu Xiangbei continuously evaded, dodging left and right, while strategically counterattacking. A stab would certainly land him in the hospital, recovering for ten days or half a month.