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Chapter 807 - Only a weak person

["Ah, shit...."]

Liu Shan’s voice faintly sounds from the phone. His jaw hung down like it had been his glasses that the robust man crushed. He stares at the monitor screen with the camera to where Qi Li and the robust man were standing.

When he heard the taunt the robust man spat, he could only shake his head.

"Tsk, tsk. Wrong choice of words. You just unleashed a monster."

While Liu Shan watches the scene like watching a live show, Qi Li calmly smirks at the robust man. Just because he can’t see clearly, doesn’t mean that he can’t hear.

"Don’t blame fate."

Not putting too much thought in his words, the robust man decides not to waste any more time chitchatting. He makes the first move and lunges forward.

"YOU’re gonna die tonight, kid!!!"

His voice roars into the night sky like a fierce warrior. However, despite him closing the distance, Qi Li doesn’t move from his position.

He (Qi Li) calmly closes his eyes and listens to the sounds around him. Rustling, wind, chirping, everything one would not expect to hear in the night, he hears it all without missing a thing.

As the footsteps and rustling of grass near, he calmly places one foot back a little and both his hand positions in front in a fighting stance.

His ears slightly twitch as if to hear better and until he felt the sound was

close enough, his eyes slowly flutter open.

"Die-!"

The robust man roars like a fierce tiger with his right fist ready to aim at Qi Li’s head. He could have easily killed Qi Li with his gun, but he wanted to teach the young man a lesson.

However, just when he thought he had the upper hand, Qi Li’s eyes suddenly flew open.

Qi Li’s head dodges to the right. He also takes a step to the side, and he could feel a small breeze brush past him as the fist misses his left cheek.

Quickly as he did this, the man’s left fist also joins in motion. However, Qi Li swiftly raises his right arm and blocks the attack.

He moves his upper body slightly to the left to evade the second punch. He makes use of this, and his left arm motions in a vertical, rising punch directly on the robust man’s chin.

"Ugh-!"

The robust man winces in pain as he didn’t expect Qi Li to counter-attack with an uppercut. He stumbles a big step back to avoid any oncoming punches.

As the robust man moves back, Qi Li doesn’t stop but advance. He rushes up and sends an overhand punch. However, due to their height difference, the robust man easily dodges by taking two steps back.

Not planning to let the robust man escape, Qi Li continues to advance. He also continues to throw punch after punch without pause.

The robust man could only defend with tightly clenched teeth. He thought Qi Li was only a kid full of himself. However, it seems he (robust man) had misjudged.

If Qi Li was indeed all talk, why is he (robust man) blocking only? Even his punches seem to no effect on the kid.

He looks at Qi Li’s eyes, and a chill ran down his spine.

The look in Qi Li’s eyes looked like its usual coldness. However, there was a glimmering light in his eyes that made one feel like he had turned into a bloodthirsty demon.

Cold sweat began to form on the robust man’s forehead. Even if he wanted to wipe it away, he couldn’t. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to block any more of Qi Li’s attacks.

While the fight continues in the back courtyard, Liu Shan heaves a sigh as he watches from behind the house’s monitor screens.

"He’s a dead man. He really is. I’m surprised he hasn’t noticed that Qi Li is only toying with him."

He leans back on his chair and shakes his head. Everyone from Fate knows how Qi Li can become when he removes his glasses.

It means the beast inside has awakened.

As Liu Shan watches from inside, the fight between Qi Li and the robust man continues without any intentions of stopping.

Punch after punch. Qi Li strikes while the robust man could only try to block. His (Qi Li) attacks were swift and deadly. Each time he swings his fist, it never misses.

He aims strictly on the robust man’s face. Even when blood stained his fists, he doesn’t cease his attacks or slow down.

’F.U.C.K! What the hell is going on?!’

The robust man curses inside his head. Not once has he been given a chance to fight back. All of Qi Li’s punches were so fast that he could barely block them.

Even his breathing has become unsteady, and he can’t seem to focus clearly.

However, despite him feeling like crap, Qi Li looks the complete opposite.

His (Qi Li) expression was calm, and no sweat is on him. Even his breathing seemed to be normal.

It was as if he hadn’t spent the last few minutes fighting.

’Fudd. f.u.c.k! How did it end like this?’

The robust pants heavily as he curses again in his head. He continues to take steps back and block. As he did this, he notices a pile of metal sticks no more than two feet away. He comes up with a plan and stops blocking.

"Pu-thu!!"

One of Qi Li’s vital punch lands on his (robust man) left cheek, and he spits out blood. He (robust man) clenches his jaw and holds in pain.

Just as Qi Li was about to strike again, he lunges to the side and grabs one of the metal sticks. He spun around and swung his hand, holding the metal stick.

* clank-!!

A loud cracking sound resonated into the air like the robust man had hit his opponent’s skull.

* Thud

Following the sound came a loud thud as Qi Li’s body hits the ground and stops moving.

"F.u.c.ken shit."

The robust man was finally able to catch his breath when he sees that he had knocked out Qi Li. He wipes away his blood and sweat on his face.

He had been beaten black and blue, to the point he can only keep one eye open as his other eye is too swollen to open.

"Damn, kid. You’re going to pay with your life for this."

He breathes heavily and walks up to Qi Li. Whether his opponent is still alive or not, he doesn’t care. Right now, he needs to make sure that Qi Li dies by his hands.

"Weak...."

Just as the robust was about to take a step forward, Qi Li’s voice suddenly sounds.

It was very faint and sounded full of pain like he had to struggle to utter a word.

Being struck by a metal stick isn’t like being hit by feathers. It leaves an excruciating feeling and can either knock a person out cold or leave them dead.

Qi Li doesn’t lose his consciousness or dies. Instead, he feels a sharp pain throughout his body and a ranging sound resonating in his head. He swore it was like someone had thrown a grenade right next to him.

He squeezes his eyes tightly to get himself together. Placing his palms on the grass, he forces his body to get up from the ground. It was with great difficulty, but he finally stood on his feet within seconds.

"Only a weak person would do what you did."

He turns to face the robust man. A trail of fresh blood slowly ran down the left temple of his face to his chin.

"No more messing around."

His words fell in his usual cold tone, but there was something different about him. His entire being was emitting an unexplainable air.

It was as if he had never been hit on the head by a metal stick.

His head slightly tilts to the side, making him look even more sinister. Added with the blood, he seemed to have turned into a grim reaper who is hungry for souls.

One corner of his lip arcs up as a glimmer of seriousness flash in his eyes.

"Time to collect your fate."