Chapter 4 Chrysanthemum Acupressure Technique, the Birth of the Kidney Deficiency Duo
"You stinking beggar, how dare you ignore me! Die!"
Ma Hongjun, already enraged by his evil fire, was further ignited by the beggar's disregard.
In an instant, his soul power surged, and his Chicken Martial Soul manifested.
It was a mutated Martial Soul, but not entirely for the better.
It possessed an evil fire with a higher temperature than ordinary flames.
"First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"
Ma Hongjun took a deep breath, his chest bulging, then puffed out his cheeks and blew with all his might.
A dazzling rose-red fire line, like an arrow released from a bow, carrying intense heat and a sharp momentum, shot towards Lan Minghua.
Facing this fierce attack, Lan Minghua simply raised his hand unhurriedly, making no attempt to defend himself.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the Phoenix Fire Line seemed to have crashed into an indestructible, invisible wall.
Instantly, the energy went out of control, scattering abruptly in all directions.
Lan Minghua clearly sensed that the power of Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line was enough to easily take the life of an ordinary person.
"If I hadn't played the role of 'Lan Minghua,' I would have died from this attack."
Under the flames, the coldness in his eyes grew even more piercing, and he pondered to himself.
"What! This stinking beggar, how could he possibly block my first soul skill!"
Ma Hongjun's eyes widened in disbelief as he roared.
"Young man, being so impulsive will easily get you beaten up."
Lan Minghua's voice rang out leisurely, before it had even fully faded.
With a "whoosh," a slipper shot out like a black lightning bolt.
Against the trajectory of the Phoenix Fire Line, it struck towards Ma Hongjun's face with overwhelming force.
The slipper's momentum was extremely fierce, instantly annihilating the Phoenix Fire Line.
It was too fast; Ma Hongjun had no time to react.
"Smack!"
The slipper, carrying immense force, slammed heavily onto Ma Hongjun's face.
The immense force shattered Ma Hongjun's nose upon contact.
Blood gushed forth like a fountain.
Ma Hongjun's feet left the ground, and like a kite with a broken string, he flew backward several meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
He lay there, eyes vacant, the bright red slipper on his face a stark contrast.
The slipper, after bouncing off Ma Hongjun's face, seemed to be drawn by a mysterious force, flying precisely back to Lan Minghua's raised foot.
"Fatty! Bastard, what have you done?!"
Behind Lan Minghua, Dai Mubai, who had just returned from a fierce battle with the twins, witnessed this scene.
As Ma Hongjun's leader, he naturally couldn't watch his underling suffer.
Without asking any questions, he activated his martial soul and launched an attack on Lan Minghua.
"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!"
He placed his hands around his mouth like a megaphone, and a milky-white light wave shot out,
striking Lan Minghua's back with tremendous force.
The attack was almost identical to the Phoenix Fireline; it just goes to show that birds of a feather flock together.
Lan Minghua slowly turned around, disappearing from his spot the instant the White Tiger's Blazing Light Wave was about to strike him.
Almost teleporting, he appeared behind Dai Mubai.
"Chrysanthemum Acupuncture Technique!"
He clasped his hands together, index and middle fingers joined, and thrust them heavily into Dai Mubai's chrysanthemum.
Dai Mubai felt a chill run down his spine, but his body couldn't react at all.
"Ah!"
He screamed, clutching his chrysanthemum, and was launched into the air like a rocket, finally landing beside Ma Hongjun, foaming at the mouth.
Lan Minghua disgustedly picked up some dirt from the ground and wiped his fingers.
Although the Chrysanthemum Acupuncture Technique was used in the same way as the Thousand-Year Kill, it had an additional function:
it caused the victim to suffer from kidney deficiency for life, rendering everything useless. You'll never believe why I moved to… Karachi For a womanizer like Dai Mubai, this was undoubtedly the best punishment.
Lan Minghua strode towards Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, preparing to give Ma Hongjun a chrysanthemum acupuncture.
Ma Hongjun snapped out of his daze, staring dumbfounded at Dai Mubai beside him, who was clutching his anus and foaming at the mouth.
"Dai, Boss Dai, what's wrong with you?!"
No matter how much he shook him, Dai Mubai showed no signs of waking up.
Lan Minghua approached Ma Hongjun, looking down at him. "Little fatty, were you trying to kill me just now?"
Having witnessed Lan Minghua's strength, Ma Hongjun vehemently denied it.
"Senior, it's not my fault. I couldn't control the evil fire within me, which made me do things I couldn't control."
"Please forgive me this time. It's all the evil fire's fault, otherwise I wouldn't have attacked you!"
He was very cunning, blaming everything on the evil fire to cover up his actions.
However, such crude tricks could not fool Lan Minghua's eyes.
Since Ma Hongjun blamed it on "excessive internal heat," he had no
choice but to help him resolve it. Ultimately, relieving the heat was the same as not relieving it at all.
If there was kidney deficiency, what "excessive internal heat" could there be to relieve?
Lan Minghua's eyes also became mocking, making Ma Hongjun feel a chill run down his spine.
Knowing that Lan Minghua wouldn't let him off easily, Ma Hongjun immediately abandoned Dai Mubai and scrambled to escape.
However, his scrambling gave Lan Minghua the perfect angle to unleash his "Chrysanthemum Acupressure Technique.
" "Little fatty, since it's 'excessive internal heat' that's making you irrational, then I'll kindly help you solve your problem."
Ma Hongjun was overjoyed, genuinely believing Lan Minghua could solve his problem.
Before he could recover, a sharp pain shot through his rear, the intense ache shooting straight to the top of his head.
He clutched his protruding buttocks, foaming at the mouth, becoming one of the unfortunate brothers with Dai Mubai beside him.
Lan Minghua rubbed his hands under his armpits to eliminate the unpleasant odor.
He stared calmly at Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, who were lying on the ground. Not taking away their tools of the crime was already the greatest mercy he could show.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun: Mercy? Mercy my ass!
They still had their tools, but they couldn't lift them; they could only look at them, not use them—it was worse than death.
But they deserved it; they were just born to suffer this fate.
Lan Minghua slightly turned his head, sensing someone approaching from inside Shrek Academy.
"What are you two yelling about? Going out to fool around all day, not helping at all, but causing trouble here and there! I'll beat you to death!"
Zhao Wuji cursed as he walked out, but upon seeing Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun lying on the ground, he immediately became alert.
"Who are you? What are you doing at Shrek Academy?!"
His instincts told him that the person before him was extremely dangerous.
Seeing that Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were only unconscious, he didn't immediately attack.
Upon seeing that the newcomer was Zhao Wuji, Lan Minghua said indifferently, "It's me, the guy Flander introduced. What, didn't he tell you?"
Only after being reminded did Zhao Wuji belatedly realize who it was.
He hadn't expected that the person who looked like a beggar was the one Flander had described as having strength comparable to his own.
"So it's Hua Zai, no wonder you have such strength. What a coincidence!"
Zhao Wuji wasn't foolish enough to fight Lan Minghua just to stand up for Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.
As the vice-dean, he knew their personalities well.
So he shouted, "Little Oscar, you've got business!"
Before he finished speaking, Oscar appeared quickly beside Zhao Wuji on his tricycle.
"Business? Where's the business?!"
Zhao Wuji was speechless and slapped Oscar on the head.
"Hurry up and get Mu Bai and the others a big sausage. Lying on the ground is affecting the academy's image, and it wouldn't be good if they delayed the new teacher."
Oscar looked around in confusion, "New teacher? Which one is it?"
Suddenly, his gaze stopped on Lan Minghua.
Lan Minghua was also looking at him, and chuckled, "Handsome, we meet again."
(End of Chapter)