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The man wielding the baseball bat hadn’t expected that his opponent would so easily dodge his swing.

But he was only stunned for a moment before he continued swinging the bat in pursuit.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

After several consecutive swings, all were perfectly avoided by Tang Feng.

“Clang!”

Because he swung the bat too fiercely, it smashed into his elder brother’s stall, breaking a porcelain vase valued at over forty thousand.

“Lao San, are you f***ing blind? I told you to hit that kid, not to smash my stall,” the stall owner who sold Tang Feng the jade toad immediately roared in anger.

The man with the baseball bat was already furious, and now, being scolded by his elder brother, his anger flared even more.

“I’m gonna f***ing kill you!” he yelled at Tang Feng, once again swinging the baseball bat down hard.

This furious strike was several times stronger and faster than before.

If it landed, it would at least cause a terrible gash.

Tang Feng had just tested his reaction speed and found it was much faster than before, and he was feeling quite smug about it.

Seeing that the man was intent on killing, Tang Feng let out a cold snort, “Let go!”

As he spoke, he had already dodged the incoming strike, then quickly reached out with his right hand, grabbing the man’s wrist and fiercely twisting it.

“Ahh…”

The man screamed in pain as the baseball bat flew from his grasp.

Tang Feng caught it in stride and swung it back at full force.

“Bang!”

The bat landed squarely on the man’s brow, immediately causing blood to flow.

The remaining two men, seeing this, were instantly enraged.

They had originally planned just to scare Tang Feng a bit, hoping he would hand over the gold dog head without a fuss.

They hadn’t expected this youngster to be quite skilled; far from being subdued, he had actually injured Lao San.

“Damn it, kill him!”

The leader gestured, and the two men joined forces to attack Tang Feng.

Although Tang Feng now possessed Level 1 Martial Arts Mastery, equivalent to the combat power of ten men, he still lacked real combat experience and was quickly overwhelmed by the two attackers, forced to keep retreating.

The crowd of onlookers had to step back once more, giving the three men enough space to fight.

Of course, there were also many well-meaning people who began speaking up to try defusing the situation.

“Stop fighting, stop fighting. Can’t you talk this out? Is there need for knives and guns?”

“Yeah, it’s just a piece of gold dog head, right? Is it worth bloodshed?”

“Young man, you might as well give them the gold dog head. You’re still young; if you get seriously hurt, your parents will be heartbroken.”

“Kid, listen to my advice and step back. There’s plenty of room behind you…”

Tang Feng heard everyone’s pleas and, although he knew they meant well, he still wasn’t convinced.

Just because, compared to these two men, he was the weaker one, did that mean he had to give in first and hand over the gold dog head?

What kind of damn logic was that?

If they took that for granted, then today, he would correct their way of thinking.

“Had enough fun throwing your weight around?”

He looked coldly at the two men in front of him.

These two, one brandishing an iron rod and the other wielding a machete, chased him down the street as if they wouldn’t rest until they’d killed him.

“You’ve had your turn throwing your weight around, now it’s my turn.”

No sooner had he spoken than the retreating steps he had taken halted abruptly, and instead of backing off, he rushed forward towards the stall owner wielding the iron rod.

The stall owner was enjoying the chase, but he never expected his prey to suddenly turn and charge at him, causing him to hesitate for a moment.

During his moment of hesitation, Tang Feng had already closed the distance and was swinging a baseball bat towards him.

“Bang!”

The iron rod met the baseball bat in a clash.

The stall owner felt a tingling numbness in his hand, his iron rod instantly slipping out of his grasp and flying away, shocking him immensely.

Before he could react, Tang Feng was already swinging the bat at his head.

The strike was heavy and powerful; if it truly hit the head, it likely would have crushed his skull.

The stall owner shuddered in fear, wetting a large patch of his pants.

Fortunately, Lao Er from the side swung his machete towards Tang Feng at that moment.

Tang Feng had no choice but to retreat, allowing the stall owner to narrowly avoid disaster; yet that terrifying instant left him drenched in cold sweat.

Just then, it felt as if he had walked a round at the gates of hell.

At this moment, Lao Er was wildly slashing and hacking at Tang Feng with his machete.

Even though his attacks were erratic, they were frightening nonetheless.

Getting hit by a blow could at the very least leave one with a gash or at worst, maimed or crippled—it would not end well regardless.

The crowd looked on with their hearts in their throats. The more faint-hearted among them had already turned to run, not daring to watch any longer.

Tang Feng was forced to keep backing away by his relentless attacks, eventually cornered against a wall with nowhere to retreat.

As the machete came hacking down once more, Tang Feng suddenly kicked out, sending a clay jar flying from a nearby stall.

Lao Er was forced to dodge to the side.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Tang Feng swung his baseball bat hard.

It landed with a “thump” on the man’s wrist.

The machete in the man’s hand dropped to the ground with a clang.

“Perfect chance!”

Tang Feng couldn’t help but feel elated as he swung the baseball bat with all his might at the man.

“Bang bang bang…”

Without his machete, Lao Er was like a tiger that had lost its teeth, only able to be beaten.

In just a short moment, he had taken a good dozen blows and was lying on the ground, howling in pain.

Tang Feng, seeming almost insane by now, brutally struck him several more times before turning to charge at the boss.

“Help…”

Upon seeing Tang Feng rushing towards him like a madman, the boss immediately started scrambling away in fear.

But Tang Feng was much faster than him and quickly caught up.

“Bang!”

A blow from the bat struck his back, causing him to stumble.

Then the baseball bat swung furiously up and down.

“Bang bang bang…”

“Ah… Help… Murder…”

The cries of the stall owner echoed down the entire antique street.

The crowd of onlookers stood dumbfounded, watching the scene unfold.

Three men had ganged up on one person, but now the tables were turned, and they were the ones being beaten?

Were these three men too worthless?

Or was this young man just too formidable?