Chapter 62: The Taste of Pain (1)

Lu Yu thought that those young men could really only be described as good-for-nothing sons of daddies!

The best way to deal with people like this wasn’t to kill them, but to beat them up.

Killing them would end everything quickly, but beating them was far more satisfying.

The most satisfying part was watching their arrogant expressions at the beginning, followed by the sight of them begging for mercy with bruised faces and bloody noses.

Of course—

Chen Zhenglong had a thick skin and was shameless enough.

But he wasn’t stupid!

He immediately understood Lu Yu’s meaning and spat lightly, saying, “Hmph. What, you two want to take on us four?”

“You believe me, Blackie alone could skin you alive,” another one said, patting the shoulder of the thin, dark youth beside him.

“Great, then come at us,” Canghai twisted his neck with a sinister grin, saying, “Just remember, if you can’t afford the star spirit stones later, I’ll take your lives instead.”

Chen Zhenglong had already gripped the short sword he had received from Lu Yu again, laughing, “Fine then, let’s fight. I’d like to see who exactly will have to pay for their lives!”

Four against two—if they couldn’t even have confidence in winning, they might as well give up.

Besides, their families controlled mines, and their star weapons and skills were all fully upgraded.

Even if the opponents were also fully upgraded, there were only two of them.

Three of them swung their star weapons and immediately scattered, preparing to attack.

However, the thin, dark youth didn’t move at all. His eyes kept scanning between Canghai and Lu Yu.

“Hey, Blackie, what are you thinking?”

“We came out together, so what do you mean backing out now?”

The three felt a bit uneasy.

Their advantage was having Blackie.

If Blackie didn’t fight, then it would be three against two, and they felt uncertain.

The thin, dark youth finally spoke, his voice hoarse, “Brother Chen, I’m just here to take a look. Didn’t your uncle say before we came in that we should avoid trouble?”

“Blackie, these people are the ones provoking us now, even threatening our lives, and you still won’t fight?”

“Didn’t your dad ask you to look after us when we came in? Is this how you look after us?” Chen Zhenglong’s thick skin really made many onlookers feel disgusted.

Were three grown men actually asking for protection?

And from someone shorter and thinner than them?

Blackie looked at Canghai and Lu Yu and said, “Brother Chen, believe me, these two are not people you can mess with.”

“What do you mean? You’re scared?” The two young men who came with Blackie immediately protested.

Chen Zhenglong was stunned, his face darkening, “Blackie, what do you mean we can’t handle them? We have enough star spirit stones and skills, why should we fear just two of them?”

“I mean,” Blackie said, “you can’t beat them. I can only hold one of them back, and the other one can easily take on the three of you.”

“What?” The three stared at him, stunned.

Blackie’s real name was Wu Wenjie. Don’t think he was weak just because he was thin and short—he definitely wasn’t malnourished.

His father had made many enemies in the past and feared his son might suffer later. So when Blackie was only one year old, his father sent him to Thailand to learn Muay Thai.

Muay Thai—the world-famous brutal martial art!

His father wanted to train Blackie into an expert so that even after his death, his son could survive and not fear revenge.

Thus, Blackie started competing in underground Muay Thai matches at the age of eight, continuing until he returned home at eighteen, a year ago.

During that time, no one knew exactly how many matches he had fought, but he had built quite a reputation. Especially in Thailand’s underground rings, Blackie had challenged fighters ranked in the top ten.

Note, these top ten fighters were not the official ones.

They were underground fighters—true ruthless experts.

Chen Zhenglong and the others had only occasionally heard Blackie’s father boast about his son fighting underground Thai experts, but no one knew the actual outcome.

There were rumors that Blackie had been beaten badly and nearly died.

That was why his father had brought him back.

Some even said Blackie won a brutal victory, smashing his opponent’s head.

As for the truth, that match had only been semi-private, witnessed only by some influential or wealthy people in Thailand.

So if Blackie said he could only hold one of them back—

Note, hold back, not kill!

Then the other one could easily take on the three of them. They believed it!

They thought they were getting an easy win, but they had hit a brick wall.

Chen Zhenglong and his two companions turned pale with anger but couldn’t back down.

Chen Zhenglong had never admitted defeat before.

“Blackie, you just hold one of them back. We three don’t believe we can’t kill the other one.”

One of the young men gritted his teeth and shouted.

“Right. We’re not cowards. You say you can’t beat them, but you hold one back, and we’ll deal with the other!”

Back home, they were local bullies, protected by their fathers, never having to bow to anyone.

Now, with people from all over the country watching, if they backed down, their shame would spread nationwide.

Chen Zhenglong definitely didn’t want to be looked down upon wherever he went.

Besides, he and his friends wanted to change the rules for selfish reasons.

Canghai had set up the stone tablet and established the rules.

Chen Zhenglong clearly understood the uniqueness of this Monster Hunting Plains.

Each city had only one mine, and only those who owned mines could enter here.

Owning a mine meant being the ruler of a city.

So when all the mine owners came here and saw these rules and the stone tablet, they would remember Canghai.

Eventually, Canghai’s reputation would spread nationwide.

Call him hypocritical or shameless, but he wanted that fame.

When the entire country talked about this place, he wanted his name mentioned instead of Canghai’s—that was his pride.

Therefore, for the sake of reputation, he had to give it a try.

Blackie hesitated for a moment but still stepped forward.

Although his father was harsh on him, he still respected his father’s words.

Although his life had been inhuman for the past decade,

He had to thank his father during the city’s catastrophe.

Without his father, he wouldn’t be alive today.

Probably, he would have died on the first night.

His father had asked him to look after these people, so he had to step up.

“I want to beat someone up!” Canghai bared his white teeth, glaring at Chen Zhenglong and the others.

These bastards were showing off here—if they didn’t get taught a lesson, it would feel really uncomfortable.

“Then let me handle it,” Lu Yu walked toward Blackie.

“Attack!” Chen Zhenglong suddenly shouted, and a wolf’s shadow burst from his body.

“Offensive skill!” The surrounding crowd immediately backed away, surprised to see Chen Zhenglong pull out such a good skill. They hadn’t expected this daddy’s boy to have something this good.

At this stage, offensive skills were extremely rare.

“Heh, here comes a move!” Canghai laughed loudly, unafraid of the shadow of the black wolf rushing at him, and charged straight into it.

Bang!

The wolf’s shadow shattered.

Canghai passed through unscathed, his smile turning sinister, as a dagger less than a foot long popped out from his sleeve.

“Silver Armor!”

Someone in the crowd frowned and whispered.

Only Silver Armor could ignore the damage from the wolf’s shadow at this stage.

“Kill him,” one young man attacked Canghai from the side.

As the battle started on this side, Blackie also moved on the other side.

He charged forward in a single arrow-like motion, suddenly leaping into the air, lightning-fast, and drove his elbow down toward Lu Yu’s crown.

“Fast and fierce!” Lu Yu immediately recognized it—it was a Muay Thai move.

This thin, dark youth had fast charging speed and fierce movements, the essence of Muay Thai.

Lu Yu quickly stepped back, and as Blackie’s elbow was about to hit his crown, he suddenly grabbed the attacking arm with one hand and grabbed Blackie’s waist with the other.

If completed, this move could easily throw Blackie to the ground.

However, as if sensing it, Blackie suddenly twisted mid-air, and his left knee smashed toward Lu Yu’s right temple.

Lu Yu raised his arm to block Blackie’s knee, but his eyes revealed a trace of surprise.

This wasn’t a Muay Thai move—it was a move he had seen before.

Crack!

A faint sound of a bone fracture came from Lu Yu’s arm.

He slid sideways several meters, his right arm numb.

Blackie landed, his eyes slightly sinister, staring at Lu Yu, equally surprised.

“Damn, are you Master Basong’s disciple?” Lu Yu shook his arm, coldly saying, “I underestimated you.”

A flash of crimson light flickered in Lu Yu’s eyes.

“You know my master?” Blackie was stunned, suddenly lowering his hands respectfully.

He remembered his master mentioning someone.

A few years ago, a group of people came to Thailand. One of them was only sixteen. That group paid his master to fight the boy.

That fight ended in a draw—his master neither won nor lost.

The two fought for half an hour and ended in a tie.

That surprised his master a lot. At the time, his master was thirty, at the peak of his career, while the boy was only sixteen.

Later, his master mentioned this boy to Blackie, telling him, “If you go back to China and meet this person, don’t fight—just admit defeat.”

And the move Lu Yu had just used was exactly the same move. His master had broken a rib from that move and only figured out how to counter it later, which he then taught to Blackie.

That’s why Blackie knew it.

“Hmph, otherwise, do you think you could break my move when I grabbed your elbow?” Lu Yu’s numbness in his arm gradually faded as he said, “You’re stronger than Basong. I only fought Basong once and used that move back then.”

“You, you are—” Blackie opened his mouth, wanting to say the name, immediately realizing he was right. But then, thinking of this name in the underground rings, few people dared to mention it, so he shut his mouth again.

“If you’re Basong’s disciple, I’ll let you go this time,” Lu Yu waved coldly, “but your three friends’ lives must be paid for. As for you, this is your only chance. If you dare attack me again next time—”

While Lu Yu and Blackie exchanged only one move, Canghai ended his fight just as quickly.

Chen Zhenglong’s left arm was severed at the shoulder, and the other two were severely injured—one had seven or eight stab wounds in the ribs, with his intestines nearly spilling out.

The other clutched his throat, his carotid artery sliced open.

Canghai dragged the three like dead dogs, threw them together, then squatted down and signaled Lu Yu to come over, saying, “Come here, tell me how much money these three should pay for their lives.”

“Haven’t you ever thought about what it’s like to beat someone up?” Lu Yu said, “People like this, even if you threaten them with a knife to buy their lives, they won’t learn. The best way is to beat them so badly that they fear you when they see you.”

“I can’t do that. I only know how to kill,” Canghai shrugged helplessly.

“Then leave it to me.”

Lu Yu looked at the three coldly and sneered, “You thought you could take advantage of us? You picked the wrong people!”