Chapter 132: A True Man Knows When to Yield and When to Stand Firm

Uncle Huang sat on the ground like a helpless old man, his mind racing with countless chaotic thoughts.

What’s wrong with young people these days?

Not only did a single punch shatter his Iron Bell Shield, but it nearly sent him to meet his great-grandmother!

“I didn’t see things wrong, did I?”

Xixi’s eyes widened. “One punch and Uncle Huang’s down? That’s absurd!”

Nie Ke’er was equally bewildered.

She had assumed, given Uncle Huang’s strength, that Chu Fei would be the one at a disadvantage.

But the outcome was completely unexpected, revealing that Chu Fei’s power far exceeded her imagination.

This only confirmed in her mind that her choice was right!

Only Zhou Mi remained calm, having anticipated this outcome all along.

After all, her junior apprentice brother was ridiculously strong. In her memory, only the senior sister Qin Yitian and their master Nangong Li had been able to handle him.

But that was five years ago; now, it was uncertain who could best whom. This was why Zhou Mi was so confident in Chu Fei’s inevitable victory.

“Ah… why did you have to provoke him for no reason?” Nie Ke’er snapped back to reality and rushed forward to help Uncle Huang up.

Though the old man often drove her half mad with his antics, their close relationship explained his reckless behavior.

Seeing him injured naturally worried Nie Ke’er, although she wasn’t one to indulge in sentimental words.

Perhaps to save face, Uncle Huang waved off her assistance.

With a swift somersault, he regained his footing and forced a brave front.

“I was just joking around. It really doesn’t hurt at all. I even suspect you haven’t eaten, haha!”

But halfway through his act, he couldn’t help coughing up blood.

Despite this, the old man still wore an expression that said: “You hit me with one punch, I’m dying, but I still refuse to admit defeat!”

Xixi praised, “Truly worthy of Uncle Huang—the sky falls, but you’re the mouth that holds it up!”

Uncle Huang spat blood while glancing at Nie Ke’er. “Miss Ke’er, I’m fine. Do I look like I’m hurt?”

“I don’t think you’re hurt. You look like you’re about to die,” Nie Ke’er retorted, exasperated. “If you die like this and get cremated, your mouth will probably burn for three days straight!”

“Enough joking. Is it really so hard to admit someone else’s excellence?”

Uncle Huang was speechless.

“In fact, I didn’t use my full strength on that punch,” Chu Fei said, looking at him. “If I had killed you with one punch, how embarrassing would that be for you?”

“So, as you said, I plan to kill you with three punches. Can we continue now?”

As he spoke, Chu Fei began warming up his wrists.

He was confident the second punch wouldn’t kill Uncle Huang but would surely beat him half to death.

Seeing Chu Fei’s determination, sweat broke out on Uncle Huang’s back.

Yet he still couldn’t swallow his pride and began to bluff again.

Turning to Nie Ke’er, he said, “Actually, his strength isn’t bad; protecting you should be more than enough.”

“Two more punches. Get ready,” Chu Fei said as if he hadn’t heard.

“No need. I’m very comfortable entrusting Miss Ke’er to you. Besides, if anything really happens, just call me.”

“Here comes Xiao Fei’s punch!”

Chu Fei leapt up, and Uncle Huang panicked—“Enough already! Do you want me to kneel and beg you?”

Boom!

The second punch stopped just 0.01 centimeters from Uncle Huang’s cheek.

But Uncle Huang was already on his knees, holding Chu Fei’s hand.

His tone sincere, unlike before: “Sorry, I admit my words were harsh earlier. Truly sorry.”

Only then did Chu Fei retract his fist. “If you can’t handle this, don’t act tough. If you’re afraid of getting hit, don’t throw punches, understand?”

“Got it, big brother!”

Uncle Huang stood up and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Big brother, have a smoke first!”

Chu Fei took the cigarette, and Uncle Huang fawned over him by lighting it.

One couldn’t help but admire this old fellow’s ability to be both humble and proud.

After this commotion, Uncle Huang dared not complain anymore and obediently stood aside, continuing to cough up the blood he hadn’t yet expelled.

Nie Ke’er watched as Uncle Huang nearly coughed out his lungs and asked Chu Fei, “Do you have any Golden Marrow Pills? Maybe give one to Uncle Huang?”

Seeing the old man had already softened, and for Nie Ke’er’s sake, Chu Fei pulled a pill from his pocket and tossed it to Uncle Huang.

Catching it, Uncle Huang was surprised. “A Golden Marrow Pill! Big brother, where did you get this?”

“Just practiced it casually.”

Chu Fei’s casual remark stunned Uncle Huang again.

The pill was clearly high-quality—ordinary alchemists wouldn’t be capable of producing such a grade.

This newly acknowledged big brother of his was truly a hidden powerhouse.

“Big brother, you’re like my real elder brother. From now on, I…”

“Enough, enough. I actually prefer your cocky, defiant attitude from before,” Uncle Huang interrupted awkwardly.

After taking the pill, Uncle Huang stopped coughing up blood immediately.

He resolved to report back to the Nie Clan’s head; this future son-in-law was exceptional and couldn’t be handed over to anyone else.

At that moment, Chu Fei suddenly grew curious.

“By the way, when you guys bet on whether I’m the Shadow Man earlier, what was the wager?”

Mentioning this, Xixi perked up, just about to tell Chu Fei, when Nie Ke’er covered her mouth and threatened, “If you say anything, no more sisterhood for you!”

Just kidding.

If Chu Fei knew about the wager Xixi had jokingly made, he’d never stop laughing.

Xixi obediently nodded, and Nie Ke’er released her.

She then had Xixi take Uncle Huang to be treated while she stayed behind.

But before leaving, Xixi couldn’t resist betraying her.

“Chu Fei, Keke bet me that if you are the Shadow Man, you and Zhou Mi would both have to spank her!”

“Damn you, you little brat!”

Nie Ke’er cursed loudly, but Xixi was already gone with Uncle Huang.

Left behind, Nie Ke’er was so embarrassed she could almost dig a three-bedroom apartment with her toes.

“Uh… please let me explain,” she said, turning back. “I was just joking. Do you believe me?”

“Of course. And even if it were true, it wouldn’t be impossible,” Zhou Mi smiled seductively.

“Really?” Chu Fei looked at Zhou Mi with eager anticipation, the thought alone thrilling him.

Zhou Mi had anticipated Chu Fei’s interest and answered with a smile, “Two people are too few. How about adding Ye Qingcheng?”

Chu Fei immediately dropped his infatuated look and shook his head seriously, indicating he couldn’t handle that.

Then, turning to Nie Ke’er, he asked, “Go on. You want something from me, don’t you?”

Knowing Nie Ke’er well, Chu Fei suspected she wouldn’t have volunteered to be his maid just because of their agreement.

She must have another request.

“You saw right through me,” Nie Ke’er rubbed her hands nervously, wearing a pleading expression. “There really is a small favor I need your help with…”