Li Yundong, suddenly facing humiliation that ignited a blaze within him, maintained a placid expression; his eyes narrowed slightly, and a razor-sharp gleam shot forth from between his lids like an arrow.

Su Chan watched clearly from the side, recognizing this as the unmistakable sign that Li Yundong’s entire being was beginning to churn and roar.

Among the five sensory organs, the eyes are governed by the liver, and the liver and gallbladder rely on each other, being intrinsically linked. When the liver fire is vigorous, the gall will inevitably surge with it; a person angered will experience an ascent of liver fire, and when the liver fire burns strong, the courage follows suit, enabling one to do things they normally would never dare.

Thus, those consumed by fury have eyes that glitter sharply, exhibiting an extraordinary keenness, bristling with killing intent!

Li Yundong’s sudden rage meant his internal liver fire was flaring intensely, his gall surging; moreover, as someone who specifically cultivated and strengthened his internal organs, his liver fire and gall strength were as potent as a raging conflagration, unbelievably vast and powerful. When he truly lost his temper, it was a thunderous wrath, his aura terrifying to behold.

It was as if the adage applied: when the mighty Guan Gong keeps his eyes closed, it means he spares the man; when he opens them, he intends to kill!

Fearing that the moment Li Yundong’s fury broke forth and his eyes opened, he would commit some shocking atrocity, Su Chan subtly pressed his Lingtai acupuncture point behind his back with her finger.

At that touch, the wild, surging energy Li Yundong had been accumulating toward his head immediately stalled. His mind cleared, and the murderous intent in his eyes drastically waned. Li Yundong looked coldly at He Shao and stated, "Oh? You intend to destroy me? Tell me, precisely how do you plan to accomplish that?"

As he spoke, the eyelids he had kept half-closed narrowed even further, like a great dam holding back a flood—once the sluice gates opened, a monstrous inferno would be unleashed!

Because Li Yundong kept his eyes partially closed, He Shao could not perceive the terrifying nature of the gaze lurking behind those lids. He scoffed arrogantly and boomed, "You want me to tell you? Ha! Does that even need explaining! Who do you think you are? What are you? Let me tell you, in this world, to speak loudly, you need two things! First: money!"

He Shao slapped the side of the luxurious, stretched limousine behind him and shouted, "Do you have money? You don't! You're just a little bastard whose parents abandoned him, am I right?"

Li Yundong’s whole body shuddered, killing intent blazing fiercely in his eyes, his frame trembling slightly, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Su Chan, standing nearby, could not help but gasp in shock. She tightly grasped Li Yundong’s hand and whispered urgently, "Yundong, don't fight here. A wise man yields to immediate difficulty!"

A sinister grin momentarily touched the corner of Li Yundong's mouth. He grunted softly, offering no verbal reply.

Seeing his silence, He Shao assumed Li Yundong was swallowing his anger, making him even more presumptuous. He continued, "The second thing is power! Do you have power? You have even less of that! Let me show you what power is!"

Saying this, he beckoned to Liu Chuan: "Come here!"

Liu Chuan, thinking He Shao had something favorable for him, approached with a fawning smile: "Young Master He, what is it!"

Who knew that He Shao would raise his hand and slap him across the face, spinning him around on the spot, eliciting gasps of shock from the onlookers.

He Shao’s expression was viciously insolent as he roared, "His father is a star entrepreneur in the private sector, but so what! I say I’ll strike him down, and I strike him down! I say I’ll crush him, and I crush him!"

Then He Shao pointed at Liu Chuan: "Do you have an opinion?"

Liu Chuan’s face flushed deep purple, utterly ashamed, unable to even lift his head, merely nodding slightly.

The surrounding girls who greatly admired his looks and family background immediately looked upon him with contempt, secretly spitting in their minds.

He Shao let out a cold snort, addressing Li Yundong with extreme arrogance: "See that? That is power! Without money, you wait for the women around you to be snatched away by others; without power, you wait to be trampled underfoot! Someone like you should scram far, far away, lest I have to deal with you!"

The surrounding students, witnessing He Shao’s extreme arrogance and vicious words, were secretly furious. But seeing that even Liu Chuan dared not speak after being so publicly humiliated, they were even more afraid to show their anger. Many students who admired Li Yundong looked with significant disappointment at his persistent forbearance, thinking to themselves: Must even the great hero who risked his life to save others yield to such power and influence?

Ke Lu, in particular, looked at Zhuang Hui with utter disdain and scorn: "See that? I told you this guy only knows how to let women stand up for him—he’s a complete weakling!"

Zhuang Hui managed to say, "That won't happen; he’s not that kind of person." Yet, disappointment was etched across her face.

Li Yundong suddenly let out a cold smile, exhaling sharply through his nose—the burst of air was so intense it seemed ready to ignite. He took a step forward, and both Su Chan and Zhou Qin simultaneously whispered in alarm: "Li Yundong, calm down!"

Just as Li Yundong was about to speak, the crowd suddenly parted, and a figure emerged.

This person was about fifty years old, slight and withered, sporting a wispy, rat-tail mustache, with a look both lewd and strange. He wore a grey, long-sleeved gown and dark blue cloth shoes, resembling an aging scholar from the late Qing dynasty, minus the queue.

His appearance was so eccentric that it instantly captured everyone’s gaze. He walked into the center of the gathering, swept his eyes over the scene, and then approached He Shao and Liu Chuan, who were only two steps away. He waved a hand at them: "Little whelps, stand aside. Quickly, quickly move away, lest my grandfather starts moving and accidentally harms you."

He Shao eyed the newcomer with startled uncertainty, then burst into derisive laughter: "Hey, what lunatic wandered over here to cause trouble? Do you know who I am? And you dare call yourself my grandfather? Are you tired of living?"

The old man tilted his head, looking at He Shao: "I do not know!"

He Shao laughed loudly: "You dare cause trouble without even knowing who I am? You truly have a death wish!"

The old man sneered, delicately stroking the rat-tail mustache on his lip: "Young pup, you're not old, but your tone is quite large! Here in Hong Kong, even the Chief Executive treats me with respect. Who are you to talk back? Scram, scram! You have absolutely no manners; just looking at you makes me angry!"

The surrounding crowd collectively drew a sharp breath: The Chief Executive treats him respectfully? This fellow was certainly blowing his own horn with impressive gusto! He truly dared to claim such things!

He Shao, angered by the old man’s sanctimonious demeanor, reached out to push him aside. But the moment his hand extended, the old man grasped it. With a slight exertion, He Shao screamed in agony and collapsed onto one knee.

The old man patted He Shao’s cheek with his other hand, chuckling: "The little pup has no manners; I shall discipline you on behalf of your parents!"

With that, he released his grip and waved his hand dismissively: "Be off, be off! Don't get in my way!"

He Shao, suppressing the pain and humiliation, hissed menacingly: "Fine, fine! You dare touch me, you are finished!"

The old man frowned: "So much nonsense, be gone! If you have the guts, call your parents!" Saying this, he swept his sleeve.

With the movement of his robe, a whoosh erupted, and black shadows swirled upward, engulfing He Shao entirely until he was gone from sight. When the sleeve flashed past, He Shao had been flung clean away. The students near him felt a blast of fierce wind that made it hard to keep their eyes open.

"Wow, what kind of skill is that?" At this point, everyone knew this old man was no ordinary person, especially after witnessing the power displayed with that single sleeve movement. Their excitement surged: This spectacle was getting better and better!

The old man, having hurled He Shao away, gave a cold snort: "Children these days, truly lacking in upbringing. I wonder how their parents taught them!"

He murmured this to himself, then tidied his clothes, sizing up Li Yundong from head to toe: "Are you Li Yundong?"

Li Yundong, maintaining his guard, replied: "I am."

The old man bowed slightly to Li Yundong and announced loudly, "Lin Youfa of Foshan, I beg your pardon for the intrusion!"

Li Yundong had felt a great surge of satisfaction watching this old man punish He Shao; seeing his subsequent politeness only deepened his favorable impression. But then, hearing the sudden phrase, "I beg your pardon for the intrusion," Li Yundong froze momentarily!

Immediately following, Lin Youfa suddenly snapped into a low stance, delivering a punch like a cannon shot, which whistled as it drove straight toward Li Yundong's face!

Su Chan, quick as lightning, pulled Zhou Qin out of harm's way.

Though Li Yundong had no idea why this elder wished to fight him, the lingering anger from earlier had not yet dissipated. Seeing an opponent making a move, he felt fear give way to elation. His eyebrows shot up, his eyes snapped open wide, and he roared: "Well met!"

Li Yundong's cultivation of Qi was already consummate; his sensory perception of the five features surpassed even that of martial artists who had trained their entire lives. He met the attack with his open palm, catching the incoming fist with a sharp pa sound.

Seeing his punch caught, Lin Youfa instantly launched his other fist like a venomous snake toward Li Yundong’s heart, while simultaneously kicking out at his lower leg.

This move ostensibly targeted Li Yundong’s vital spot near the heart, but the true killing blow was the kick aimed at the leg—the "Shadowless Kick."

Although the Shadowless Kick gained fame through Wong Fei-hung, it was not the flashy, intricate sequence seen in films. Wong Fei-hung learned this ultimate skill from Song Huai-tang and used it to earn a massive reputation in Foshan, securing the title of Grandmaster.

Many who fought him suffered greatly under the deceptive feints and redirection of his "Shadowless Kick," which is why many styles in Foshan also practiced the "Shadowless Kick."

Lin Youfa's kick was not only insidious and hidden but also designed to distract from the real attack. Had it been anyone else, their lower leg would have been instantly shattered.

But Li Yundong had already reached the "Precognitive Awareness" stage of "Concentrated Spirit," meaning the intentions of anyone with a lower cultivation level registered instantly in his divine sense!

Therefore, the moment Lin Youfa’s leg shot out, Li Yundong responded in kind, kicking out a leg of his own. As if coordinated, their shins collided with a pa, and both men’s bodies jolted simultaneously.

Seeing his Shadowless Kick blocked, Lin Youfa immediately followed with another punch and kick, but this time the kick was the feint, and the punch the reality—a mixture of true and false movements, extremely difficult to predict.

Li Yundong, however, seemed to see through every offensive maneuver, blocking them all.

Their fists and feet met with dull, heavy thuds that sent chills down the spine. Their movements were so fast and powerful that bystanders could not track them; in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged several rounds!

Lin Youfa practiced Hung Gar, which emphasized wide, sweeping movements, delivering powerful, rigid strikes that were both swift and strong. But with his arm trapped, he was anxious to break free, and his Shadowless Kick repeatedly failed. He let out a loud shout, using his other hand to grab the hand that held his fist—specifically targeting the thumb with his five fingers.

This was a vicious technique in grappling arts; catching and twisting a man’s thumb with force could bring even an iron man to his knees!

The instant Li Yundong’s thumb was grasped, a flash of ominous premonition struck his mind: Not good!

Li Yundong instantly channeled force through his waist, released his grip, snapped his fingers inward, and wrenched free from Lin Youfa’s hold. His arm suddenly elongated, coiling around Lin Youfa’s upper arm like a python wrapping around a tree!

Although Li Yundong had not practiced martial arts for long, his numerous recent altercations had gifted him significant practical combat experience. Especially the crucible of moments spent facing firearms had allowed him to grasp the most critical element of real fighting, enabling him to contend with a martial arts master like Lin Youfa purely through instinct in this current exchange.

When Lin Youfa saw Li Yundong’s hand reach for his bicep, the moment his fingers grazed his skin, he felt goosebumps erupt all over, as if his entire arm had been plunged into an alligator’s mouth—one sudden squeeze and his limb would be broken!

Lin Youfa shuddered and roared, rapidly retreating his stance!

With a sharp Sss-la, Lin Youfa’s gown sleeve was instantly ripped away by Li Yundong, exposing a smooth, lean arm.

Li Yundong’s strike missed its mark, but he did not stop. He surged forward, twisting his waist and turning his body, unleashing a sudden punch aimed squarely at Lin Youfa’s face.

Lin Youfa’s expression shifted to alarm as he heard this punch crackle through the air with a sound of rupture. He brought both palms up to guard his face, forcefully taking the blow. Then, pushing off the ground, his body shot backward like a giant roc, slamming with a bang into the stretched limousine behind him.

Liu Chuan, who had been stunned rigid, suddenly snapped back to reality and yelled out: "Hey! Watch my car!"

Li Yundong, however, was not one to let an advantage go. He felt his blood boiling, a tide of unspent energy roaring within him. Gritting his teeth, he twisted his body back, his right fist concealed behind him. He paused for a fleeting instant, then violently twisted his waist, channeling all the energy within him like an exploding flood, instantly converging it onto his fist, launching a thunderous, empty punch!

In that moment, Li Yundong’s hair stood on end, and a faint plume of white vapor rose visibly above his head!

This punch compressed the air, physically driving forth a shockwave visible to the naked eye!

Lin Youfa’s pupils shrank instantly. He cried out in horror: "Fist Aura?!"

He launched himself upward, his body soaring like a weightless swallow, successfully evading that terrifying punch.

Though Lin Youfa dodged Li Yundong’s empty-air strike, the limousine behind him could not. The crowd heard a deafening Boom as a distinct, concave fist print appeared on the door of the stretched Mercedes. The vehicle’s entire body shuddered and was forcibly shoved sideways by half a meter, its tire screeching a black mark across the pavement!

In that instant, the scene fell abruptly silent. The students gathered at the school gate stared, dumbfounded, at Li Yundong, who seemed godlike, utterly unable to process what they had seen.

They suddenly realized that in this world, there seemed to be something that could transcend both money and power—a type of person who existed above the common herd!