Under One Person: The River Map and Luoshu

Chapter 13: Beating people is like hanging paintings (seeking recommendation tickets and monthly tickets!)
"Is this person Du Heng? He looks ordinary, and I don't understand why President Feng saw in you that he invited you to join the Tianxia Association?"

The man in a suit, one of the three passers-by, walked out slowly and made some slightly derogatory remarks.

Before Du Heng opened his mouth, Jia Zhengyu behind him began to add fuel to the fire, saying with a playful smile: "President Feng not only has a liking for him, but also praises him highly and is trying hard to invite him to join the Tianxia Association."

"Really? Our Tianxiahui is not a place to collect garbage." The man in the suit mocked.

You know, none of them have ever received such an honor, but a young boy is praised and valued by President Feng, and jealousy appears in his eyes.

Not only him, but also the other two passers-by and even Jia Zhengyu were jealous.

Du Heng didn't pay much attention to the flies chirping around his ears, but he got bored after listening to them for a long time.

He glanced at Feng Shayan and saw her with her arms folded across her chest, looking like she was watching a show. He immediately became furious.

The guest was ridiculed when he came to the house, but the host didn’t stop it?
Complain, he wants to complain!
Won’t come next time!
Immediately, he looked at them with contempt, scratched his ear, and said slowly: "Whether I look ordinary or not, some people know best, but."

Feng Shayan heard what he meant and couldn't help but spit secretly. This damn guy really didn't accept any loss in silence and would take revenge on the spot if he had any grudge.

"But the way you all look is just a bunch of misshapen melons and jujubes, you're just like a dung beetle who has sworn brotherhood - you all stink the same!"

"Hahaha, what Brother Du says is really interesting." Feng Xingtong laughed heartily and silently took note of this sentence, hoping to find an opportunity to use it on others in the future.

Du Heng didn't intend to stop once he started talking, and continued to comment: "Look at you, a short guy with red hair, a pure bad boy, and the big stupid guy in the middle who only wears underwear, do you really think you are Superman?

And you. You are dressed like a dog, but your face looks like Kato. I sincerely suggest you develop your career there. Maybe you will become famous all over the world, and we can also appreciate your masterpieces. "

Several people were very angry about what they said, and for the first time they felt that they had suffered from their lack of education.

The man in the suit couldn't stand it anymore and even dared to suggest that he go the adult art route.

"Good boy, you have a very clever tongue. Let me test you and see if you have the ability to be appreciated by President Feng."

"Don't underestimate me. If you lose, you will be so embarrassed!"

Jia Zhengyu, standing aside, showed a smile of success and continued to add fuel to the fire, completely enjoying the fun.

Feng Xingtong frowned slightly, very displeased with his behavior, and was about to step forward to stop the fight, but Feng Shayan reached out to stop him.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

"It's okay, just keep watching!" Feng Shayan looked indifferent. She knew Du Heng's strength. His fighting power was as strong as a bull.

Moreover, he also wanted to use Du Heng to crack down on the Tianxiahui, because after Tianxiahui became one of the Ten Boss forces, some of the strange people inside became arrogant. If this continued, it would sooner or later cause trouble for Tianxiahui.

Seeing that Jia Zhengyu had been adding fuel to the fire, Du Heng's eyes slowly turned cold, but now was not the time to deal with him. It would not be too late to discipline him after dealing with those annoying guys in front of him.

At this time, the man in a suit who was successfully lifted up walked straight to Du Heng and looked at him with a very contemptuous look. He seemed to feel that there was no threat at all, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

He made a head-banging gesture, and with his index finger ready to move, a stream of invisible and terrifying energy shot out.

Just when he thought he had succeeded, Du Heng tilted his head and dodged the force in a clever way, looking relaxed.

"Escaped?" the man in the suit exclaimed.

"Are you surprised? Your ability should be to compress the air and then explode when it touches an object, am I right?"

"How is this possible?"

When he heard Du Heng accurately describe his abilities, he couldn't help but widen his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

Seeing that he was in shock, Du Heng took advantage of the situation, turning his palm into a claw and firmly grasping his wrist.

"Impossible, impossible, how could you see my attack? It was just air!"

The man in the suit had a look of disbelief on his face, and even though the facts were right in front of him, he was unwilling to admit it.

He wanted to attack again, but was restrained tightly. His face flushed red but he couldn't pull his hand out. "What? You can't even pretend to be cool, you can't even use your skills to eat, and now you don't even have the courage?" Du Heng sneered.

Then he suddenly increased his strength and twisted his hand with the back of his hand, and there was a clicking sound.

"what."

Screams echoed throughout the corridor.

"I really want it. Ah..."

Du Heng didn't give him time to brave, and kicked him in the abdomen with a whip-kick. The latter flew out like a cannonball, and after a scream, he was embedded in the wall, which seemed unusually coordinated.

Beating someone is really like hanging a painting!
On the other side, the man in underwear and the man with red hair saw their companions being defeated instantly. They looked at each other, activated their own abilities, and began to work together to attack Du Heng.

"Good boy, you are so ruthless at such a young age."

Immediately, the body of the man in underwear changed strangely. Like elastic rubber, his hands kept stretching and extending, wrapping around Du Heng's arms from a distance of several meters.

Then the whole person turned into a human-shaped python and tied Du Heng's body tightly like a twist.

"He's under control, go ahead!"

The red-haired boy had been waiting for an opportunity. When he saw the chance to strike, his five fingers turned into claws and his nails into sharp blades.

The figure jumped like a civet cat and appeared in an instant, with sharp claws scratching towards Du Heng's neck.

Emergency moment.

Du Heng was not in a hurry. He rotated counterclockwise on his toes, turning his body sideways, and his sharp claws almost passed by his neck.

Once again, he barely dodged the attack, which seemed thrilling yet understated.

"What created the illusion for you, or who gave you the courage to speak the self-deceiving words that I was restrained by?"

Du Heng's eyes were like an eagle's, and his body began to move.

He used brute force to break through the other person's restraints, stretched out one of his arms and grabbed the man in underwear by the neck.

But when I tried to exert force, I found that my neck was like rubber, soft and my strength was ineffective.

"Hahaha, kid, your clichéd moves are useless to me. Oh my god, I'll get you there." The man in underwear laughed arrogantly.

"Really? Even springs have their limits. I wonder if you can handle them?"

After saying this, Du Heng's claws continued to increase in strength, like a hydraulic press, destroying all structures.

"What?"

The man in underwear felt something was wrong. He felt as if his neck was being pinched and it was painful. Then his breathing became difficult.

Suddenly, his face changed and he felt panic and fear for no reason.

"Do it quickly!"

"Oh, it's too late to think of it now!"

Du Heng sneered, and with all his strength, he suddenly pulled away the man in underwear that was entangled with his body and threw it away like garbage.

Then, he stepped on the Bagua, and his figure appeared in front of the red-haired boy in an instant.

"So fast?" The red-haired man shouted in fear, trying to step back and dodge, but his feet felt like they were filled with lead and he could hardly move in a split second.

"Enough of the noise, lie down on the ground!" Du Heng opened his big hand and slapped him in the face, then followed in the footsteps of the man in the suit and obediently became a mural.

(End of this chapter)