The weakest martial artist? One punch and he's leveled up a whole realm!

Chapter 20 Lin Yun's Lackey

Ye Xiao put down his chopsticks and looked up.

He looked at the bowl of soup, then at the face of the lackey surnamed Sun.

"Put the soup down."

The voice was calm, as if saying that the weather was nice today.

The lackey surnamed Sun was stunned for a moment, then laughed even more heartily.

He turned to the lackey surnamed Zhou and said, "Did you hear that? He told me to put the soup down."

The lackey surnamed Zhou laughed as well: "Then why don't you put it down?"

"Okay, I'll put it in."

The henchman surnamed Sun loosened his grip.

The bowl fell on the table, spilling egg drop soup all over the table and splashing onto Ye Xiao's sleeve.

The cafeteria was completely quiet.

Everyone was watching this scene.

Some people gasped, some excitedly pulled out their phones, and some secretly sent messages under the table.

"Come quick, look! Lin Yun's men are messing with that martial artist!"

Ye Xiao looked down at the soup stains on his sleeve.

That was his only long-sleeved T-shirt, which he had washed many times and the color had turned gray.

In the old schoolbag left by her adoptive father, there were two spare clothes, but both had holes.

He looked up at the lackey surnamed Sun.

"I told you to put the soup down."

The lackey surnamed Sun felt a little uneasy under his gaze, but with three people standing behind him and dozens of others watching, he couldn't back down.

"I put it down." He pointed to the soup stains on the table. "See, it's all there, isn't it?"

The lackey surnamed Zhou chimed in, "What, you're not convinced? If you're not convinced, then hit me. Come on, I'll stand still, try hitting me."

He patted his face, grinning smugly.

"Hit him here. How much strength can a martial artist have? A hundred pounds? Two hundred pounds?"

"If you break it, it's on me. I won't fight back."

Someone in the cafeteria burst out laughing, but quickly suppressed it.

Ye Xiao looked at him and coldly uttered a sentence.

"Did Lin Yun send you to mess with me?"

Upon hearing this, the men's expressions changed, but they quickly spoke.

"Hmph, it's simply because we don't like you being a nepotism hire!"

"It has nothing to do with Brother Yun!"

"Even if Brother Yun didn't say anything, we still want to teach you a lesson, you nepotism beggar!"

"......"

Ye Xiao scoffed upon hearing this.

"So Lin Yun arranged for you to come and mess with me."

The group was stunned upon hearing this.

They realized they had said the wrong thing.

I was just about to explain myself.

Then, Ye Xiao stood up.

The chair scraped against the floor with a screeching sound.

A powerful aura emanated from Ye Xiao.

It gives one a chilling feeling.

The two lackeys, surnamed Sun and Zhou, instinctively took a step back—then realized they had retreated, and their faces turned ugly.

Ye Xiao didn't look at them.

He simply pushed the plate further in, seemingly to protect it.

Then his gaze calmly fell on the three of them.

"What do you want to do to me? You three cowards."

The lackey surnamed Sun stood there stunned, his face turning red and white in turns.

He was scared off when Ye Xiao stood up.

In front of dozens of people, he was intimidated by a martial arts master.

"You dare call us cowards?"

He rushed forward and reached out to grab Ye Xiao's shoulder.

Ye Xiao stopped in his tracks.

He didn't turn around, but just looked down at the hand resting on his shoulder.

"Take it away."

The henchman surnamed Sun's hands were trembling, but he didn't remove them.

"You fucking—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Ye Xiao moved.

It wasn't turning around, it wasn't throwing a punch.

His shoulders slumped slightly, and then—

A tremendous force came from the hand of the henchman surnamed Sun, as if he had been hit by an iron hammer.

His entire arm went numb, and he staggered backward three or four steps uncontrollably, crashing into the table behind him. With a crash, he and the table fell to the ground.

A gasp of surprise rippled through the cafeteria.

No one could see what happened.

They only saw the lackey surnamed Sun grab Ye Xiao's shoulder, then Ye Xiao's shoulder moved slightly, and the lackey surnamed Sun flew away.

The lackey surnamed Zhou turned pale: "You—"

Ye Xiao turned around and looked at him.

"Should we continue?"

The lackey surnamed Zhou glanced at his fallen companion, then at the two men behind him.

There are three of them.

There is only one Ye Xiao.

He gritted his teeth: "Let's all go together!"

The three of them rushed forward at the same time.

The henchman surnamed Zhou led the way, while two others flanked him from the left and right. Screams erupted throughout the cafeteria, and tables and chairs were knocked over and knocked about.

Ye Xiao stood still, without moving.

The Zhou lackey's fist landed first—a full-force strike from a B-level professional: Vajra Arm, with a force of about three or four hundred pounds, capable of breaking the bones of an ordinary person.

Ye Xiao raised his hand.

It wasn't a punch, just a raised hand.

His palm was like an iron gate, firmly catching the fist.

The clay mold undergoes 120 rounds of repeated compression and polishing!

This made Ye Xiao's physical foundation incredibly solid!

The lackey surnamed Zhou was stunned.

His fist was gripped, as if clamped in iron pincers, and he couldn't move.

To know!

He's at the eighth level of the second realm!

He was actually outmaneuvered by a mere first-realm trash!

"you--"

Ye Xiao tightened his grip.

Click!

The sound of bones cracking.

Before Zhou's lackey could even let out a scream, Ye Xiao had already released his grip and taken a step forward.

With that step, he took two meters and crashed directly into the arms of the person on his left.

The person felt as if they had been hit head-on by a truck, and were sent flying backward, crashing onto a dining table two meters away, splattering soup and food all over the floor.

The person on the right was terrified, his fist raised in mid-air, too afraid to bring it down.

Ye Xiao turned to look at him.

"Do you still want to fight?"

The man's knees buckled, and he knelt down.

"No, I'm not fighting anymore..."

The cafeteria was deathly silent.

Of the three people lying on the ground, one was groaning while clutching his shoulder, one was screaming in pain while clutching his wrist, and one was kneeling on the ground trembling.

Ye Xiao stood among them, without a single drop of sweat on his body.

He looked down at his fist—a faint golden light emanated from the knuckles, fading away.

The students around them took out their phones to take pictures and videos.

Three people are struggling in pain on the ground.

Ignoring the pain, he quickly shouted loudly.

"No photos allowed!"

"Put the fuck down your phones!"

"Anyone who dares to film this, just wait for our furious revenge later!"

"......"

Some students were frightened by the three men's threats.

I silently put down my phone.

But there are also those who are bold enough and think things aren't big enough.