"Hey, pretty boy up front, get over here!"
Campbell Watson was standing under the shade of a tree, waiting for a taxi, when he was startled by a loud shout.
Pretty boy?
Campbell was momentarily confused and instinctively looked around.
There was no one else nearby, so the "pretty boy" must be referring to him. But since when was he considered a pretty boy?
Campbell was utterly baffled.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you! Who else would I be talking to?"
A young man with a buzz cut strode over, his face full of arrogance and menace, pointing angrily at Campbell.
Three other young men with unfriendly expressions quickly surrounded him.
"Are you talking to me?"
Campbell pointed at his own nose, asking in surprise.
He was certain he didn't know these four men.
And he was even more puzzled as to why he was being called a pretty boy.
"That's right, you little punk. Everyone in East Sea City knows Kaitlyn belongs to our boss. And you, pretty boy, had the guts to flirt with her? You've got some nerve. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
The buzz-cut guy sneered a few times, his right hand's fingers curling slightly as he suddenly grabbed for Campbell's left arm.
The claw strike was fierce, tearing through the air with a sharp, whistling sound.
This strike carried sixty percent of Buzzcut's strength, enough to easily crush the bones of an average man's hand.
"Third, cripple his limbs first," said a long-haired man standing behind Campbell Watson, flicking his hair coldly.
This long-haired man was the leader of the four, Lucas.
"Got it," Buzzcut's eyes flashed with malice as he gripped Campbell's arm, a ruthless glint in his eagle-like eyes.
Buzzcut was a mid-level Yellow Rank expert, and his grip was terrifyingly strong, capable of causing irreparable shattering fractures.
Campbell Watson was instantly furious.
These four were utterly ruthless, aiming to cripple someone right off the bat.
Moreover, he had no idea what was happening, making him an innocent victim of their brutality.
If he were an ordinary person, he'd be left crippled for no reason—what a tragic fate that would be!
Campbell's eyebrows shot up, anger blazing in his eyes. With a thought, he channeled his inner energy into his left arm.
"You little punk, you brought this on yourself. Don't blame me if... huh?"
Buzzcut sneered, his energy surging as he tightened his grip, ready to crush Campbell's bones.
Just then, an overwhelming force surged from Campbell's arm, bursting forth like a tidal wave.
"Damn, this isn't good..."
Buzz Cut's face changed dramatically.
He hadn't expected this pretty boy to be a martial artist too, and a skilled one at that, with inner strength.
Caught off guard, he was sent flying by the immense force, landing hard on the ground, grimacing in pain as his entire arm went numb.
"He's a martial artist!"
Lucas and the other two stared at Campbell Watson in shock.
This was unexpected.
But the surprise quickly turned into a cold, ruthless look, their eyes glinting with malice.
So what if he's a martial artist?
He's young, at most a low-level one.
Today, running into the four of them meant he wouldn't escape his fate!
"Damn, who would've thought this pretty boy was a martial artist? Almost got caught off guard."
Buzz Cut shook his numb arm, leaping up from the ground, his gaze at Campbell as sharp as a knife.
Campbell slowly stood up, his eyes coldly fixed on the four, a hint of killing intent flickering within.
"Hey, Third, you okay? Need a hand from your big brother?"
Zayn, the second brother, couldn't help but tease when he saw Buzz Cut take a hit.
Buzz Cut's face grew even darker.
"Shut up, that was just an accident. This pretty boy? I can take him down with one hand."
Buzz Cut shouted, glaring fiercely at Campbell, and yelled, "Kid, I'm giving you a chance to live. Kneel down and kowtow eight times, or I'll cripple your martial arts skills..."
Buzzcut decided to humiliate this pretty boy first to regain his pride.
As for giving him a chance to live? Ha, not a chance...
"Oh? Kneel and kowtow?" Campbell Watson's eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a dangerous glint.
Buzzcut suddenly felt as if he was being stared down by a fierce beast. His scalp tingled, his hair stood on end, and a chill ran down his spine.
"I..."
The once arrogant Buzzcut was now at a loss for words, his mind in turmoil.
But he quickly regained his composure, his embarrassment turning into rage, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
This was the second time he had been humiliated in front of this pretty boy.
"Screw you! Die!"
Buzzcut roared like an enraged tiger, his muscles tensed, fists clenched.
With a swift step, he closed in on Campbell, channeling all his strength into a single punch.
The punch was as fast as lightning, producing a deep rumble in the air, showcasing the power of a Yellow Rank martial artist to its fullest.
Under the invisible pressure, Buzzcut unleashed a combat strength comparable to the late Yellow Rank.
Even Lucas was shocked by the punch.
This pretty boy was done for!
"You brought this on yourself..."
Lucas crossed his arms, a cold smile on his face.
In his mind, Campbell was already a dead man...
"Hmph! Overestimating yourself."
Facing the full-force punch from the buzz-cut man, Campbell Watson didn't dodge or evade. Instead, he let out a cold snort and swung his own fist to meet it head-on.
Compared to the buzz-cut man's powerful punch, Campbell's punch seemed plain and simple, almost like an ordinary person throwing a weak punch.
Lucas, Zayn, and Sullivan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"With such weak skills, he dares to go head-to-head with the third brother? It's like an ant trying to stop a car. Ridiculous."
However, the buzz-cut man's face changed dramatically. His eyes widened in terror as if he had encountered something incredibly horrifying.
To him, Campbell's seemingly simple punch felt as heavy and dominating as a mountain. It was as if an enormous peak was pushing everything aside with unstoppable force.
In the face of this punch, he felt like an ant under an elephant's foot.
"Retreat!" The buzz-cut man's mind screamed in alarm. He quickly pulled back his punch and retreated in panic, much to the confusion of Lucas and the others.
"Trying to run? Too late!" Campbell sneered, launching himself forward like a cannonball.
What seemed like a calm punch suddenly exploded with terrifying power, causing the air around his fist to boil.
Thud.
The buzz-cut guy couldn't dodge the punch and took it directly to his chest.
He flew back like he had been hit by a massive hammer, soaring over thirty feet before crashing into a sturdy sycamore tree.
The force was so strong that it traveled through his body and cracked the tree trunk.
Thud...
He slid to the ground, limp and pale, coughing up several mouthfuls of dark blood.
That punch had severely damaged his internal organs and ruptured his meridians. Even if he recovered, his martial arts journey was over.
The other three stared at Campbell Watson in utter shock, their mouths wide open as if they had seen something terrifying.
"Inner strength... You, you're a Xuan-level martial arts master!"
Lucas pointed at Campbell, his face filled with horror, suddenly screaming, his pupils reflecting fear.
Zayn and Sullivan were equally stunned, gulping nervously.
They had thought Campbell was just a minor martial artist, someone they could easily overpower. But who would have guessed that he was a deeply hidden martial arts master!
Although the difference between Huang -level and Xuan -level was just one rank, their combat abilities were worlds apart.
In martial arts, each level was a whole new realm!
A Xuan-level master could generate inner strength, silent and deadly, with terrifying destructive power. Taking a life was as easy as lifting a finger.
Even if the four of them attacked together, they stood no chance.