Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 139 A Beauty's Fading Beauty Furies a Hero

Bao Butong shouted this sentence, and Feng Bo felt a chill in his disgust. He thought to himself, "It's over. Isn't my third brother drinking poison to quench his thirst?"
Sure enough, Jiang Mingzhe laughed loudly: "Good, good, good, this iron fist is just as you wish!"

With a snap, he sheathed his sword, leaving his left hand on the scabbard and his right hand on the sword, instantly revealing a weakness in his defenses.

Bao Butong thought to himself: What a great opportunity! With a strange roar, he threw out his left fist and right palm at the same time, followed by a sweeping leg from below.

Jiang Mingzhe lifted his left foot outward, raised his right arm, and spun out his left fist, performing the move "Holding the Pestle to Support the Sky" from the Great Vajra Pestle.

Bao Butong's leg swept across Jiang Mingzhe's left leg, and he felt as if he had struck an iron pillar. His instep was in excruciating pain. At the same time, he deflected all the fists and palms, and a fist in his vision rapidly grew larger!
If we consider a person's shoulders and waist as points, then the upper body has four points. As soon as Jiang Mingzhe sheathed his sword, these four points contracted simultaneously. Then, he took a step, raised his arm, and threw a punch. The four contracted points instantly opened up, and the force was extremely concentrated. Even without internal energy, it was still a heavy punch.

Moreover, his internal strength was formidable. Once this punch was thrown, the internal and external forces were combined into one, like gunpowder exploding and a cannonball being fired, heading straight for Bao Butong's face.

Bao Butong was shocked. He had not expected his opponent's boxing skills to be so formidable. His attack had been forcefully intercepted, and the force rebounded so quickly that he could not dodge in time. He hastily raised his arms, as if a door panel was blocking his view.

Immediately, Jiang Mingzhe's fist struck, and with two crisp cracking sounds, a sharp pain shot through his arms as it slammed into his own face, sending him flying backward.

"Third Brother!"

Feng Bo'e cried out in surprise, leaped up, and used his back to brace against Bao Butong's back, taking a few quick steps to dissipate the force.

When I turned my head, I saw blood gushing from Bao Butong's two nostrils, his two forearms bent at an odd angle, and one of his front teeth broken, embedded in the base of his palm. He looked horribly gruesome.

"Third Brother!" Feng Bo'e cried out in grief and indignation, "Your front teeth have been knocked out!"

"No, no!" Bao Butong felt dizzy and saw stars, but he still stubbornly argued, "This scoundrel's wild words have smeared me as trash. Now, I've only knocked out his teeth. He can blow his conch shell loudly, but I, Mr. Bao, am laughing heartily!"

Seeing that he was still so stubborn despite his condition, Jiang Mingzhe couldn't help but admire him and said with a grin, "It's alright, it's alright. Today I said I'd blast you into dust, and I'll blast you into dust. I won't go back on my word!"

Bao Butong was shocked and immediately shouted, "Stop! I see you are a handsome and dashing man, a true gentleman who keeps his word. Are you going to be a bastard who goes back on his word? You said you would kill me to dust with one punch. Now that punch is over, I am neither killed nor reduced to dust. According to the rules of the martial world, you have lost. If you use your fists to hurt me again, you will be a bastard who will be ridiculed by all the heroes of the world!"

Jiang Mingzhe nodded and said, "That makes sense. Although I'm not a good person, I can't be a bastard..."

Bao Butong breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could finish, he heard Jiang Mingzhe laugh and say, "Then I'll draw my sword and kill you."

Bao Butong's face stiffened, and he said with a wry smile, "Forget it, for there is someone in the world who is even more shameless than me and whose martial arts are also better than mine. Isn't this my nemesis? Come on, kill me if you want. It would be a fitting end for Mr. Bao to die at the hands of someone as thick-skinned and skilled as you."

Feng Bo'e was terrified and cried out in anguish, "Don't kill him!"

After calling out, he suddenly froze, puzzled, and asked, "Huh? Why is there an echo when I speak?"

Turning his head, his expression changed, and he shouted, "Sisters Azhu and Abi, run! Run!"

Then Azhu and Abi jumped off their horses with a look of panic on their faces and cried out again, "Don't kill him! Don't kill him! Young Master Jiang, please have mercy!"

Jiang Mingzhe chuckled and said, "What's the use of begging me? I'm known for being ruthless and merciless. This guy surnamed Bao has terrible breath; I'll kill him without hesitation."

Abi struggled to speak Mandarin, sobbing, "You knocked out his teeth, he'll never do it again, Abi, please don't kill him, okay?"

Bao Butong retorted angrily, "No, no! What do you mean I definitely won't dare to do it again? I will dare to do it again, I definitely will, I definitely will! So what if he knocks out one of my teeth? Even if he pulls out all my teeth and cuts out my tongue, I'll still curse him with my hand gestures!"

A'Zhu, however, was shrewd. She ran to Qiao Feng and knelt down, saying, "Chief Qiao, Brother Bao and my young master are as close as brothers. Although his words are annoying, his heart is very good. He takes care of many elderly people living alone in Suzhou. I beg you to plead with Young Master Jiang to forgive Brother Bao. I will apologize on his behalf. I will kowtow to you."

After saying this, he kowtowed heavily. Bao Butong was furious and said, "A'Zhu, stand up! You are Brother Murong's man, how can you kneel before others? What's so great about Qiao Feng? After I finish beating that Jiang fellow, I'll go and beat him up right away."

Abi cried, "Can't you just say less? Young Master Jiang is about to kill you, how are you going to fight Chief Qiao?"

Bao Butong said proudly, "No, no, little Abi, you're wrong again. I, Bao Sanxian, am a hero in life and a vengeful ghost in death. Can't I go into that Qiao guy's dream and beat him up?"

A'Zhu ignored him and knelt in front of Qiao Feng, kowtowing repeatedly. Although the ground was covered in mud, she kowtowed quickly and heavily, until her skin was visibly broken and bleeding.

Qiao Feng sighed, "The Murong clan of Gusu, women are even more outstanding than men."

He reached out and lifted A'Zhu up, saying gently, "Alright, alright, I'll plead with Brother Jiang on your behalf, don't worry."

After saying that, he looked at Jiang Mingzhe. Before he could speak, Jiang Mingzhe smiled and said, "Today this is the Beggars' Sect's home ground, so I will follow the host's lead."

Qiao Feng smiled and said, "Thank you, brother."

After saying that, he looked at Bao Butong and shouted, "A real man should have pride and integrity when he is born into this world. You seem to be a bit arrogant, but you are just relying on your tongue to put on a brave face. Those who win over you will look down on you, and those who can't win over you won't be convinced either. If you were a lone wolf, your glib tongue would only ruin your own character. But since you are Murong Fu's brother, your lack of propriety will make Murong Fu look down on you as well."

Bao Butong felt a chill run down his spine and reflected on his actions. But being stubborn by nature, he instinctively raised his bloodied face and said, "Who are you to lecture Mr. Bao about his actions?"

Qiao Feng remained expressionless and said calmly, "Originally, I was too lazy to say anything more to someone as unrelated as you, but A'Zhu kowtowed and begged for your life, which moved me to pity. I kindly offered a few words of advice, also out of respect for A'Zhu. Whether you listen or not is up to you."

Having said that, he ignored Bao Butong, looked down at A'Zhu, and frowned, saying, "Miss A'Zhu, everyone has their responsibilities in this world. Since you are Young Master Murong's maid, taking good care of Young Master Murong's daily life is already fulfilling your responsibility. You don't need to worry about other things, especially those self-righteous and ungrateful people. If you plead for them, they might even resent you for embarrassing them. Why bother?"

Bao Butong retorted angrily, "Bullshit! Is the person surnamed Bao such an ungrateful wretch?"

Qiao Feng ignored him, rolled up his sleeves but then put them down again, and whispered, "Wipe the mud off your forehead yourself, and then take them with you."

Azhu quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe her head, thinking to herself: He was just about to wipe the dirt off me, but then he remembered that men and women shouldn't touch each other. Hehe, this Chief Qiao looks rough and tough, but he's actually very thoughtful.

Feng Bo sighed, knowing that his spirit had been completely broken today. The two brothers, along with the Murong family of Gusu, had lost all face. They hung their heads in dejection and said, "Third brother, let's go."

Bao Butong's face was ashen, and he remained silent. Feng Bo'e then called out, "Sister Azhu, Sister Abi, let's go."

Then an elder of the Beggars' Sect shouted, "Want to leave? Not so easy! Nobody's leaving today!"

Qiao Feng was slightly surprised and looked at the elder with astonishment.

Jiang Mingzhe thought to himself: They're here!

Looking at the elder who was speaking, one could see that his face was as red as a jujube, and he held a thick-backed, thin-bladed ghost-headed broadsword. When he spoke, his beard and hair moved, and his emotions were extremely agitated.

He couldn't remember the elders' names, and laughed, "If no one can leave, does that mean I can't leave either?"

The elder sneered, "Your martial arts are exceptionally high, and your origins are suspicious. It would be best if you stayed here for the time being."

Qiao Feng, slightly angered, said, "Elder Wu, this is my good friend."

Elder Wu avoided eye contact with him, looking away, and said as before, "In short, no one can leave now."

(End of this chapter)