Chapter 53: Don’t Push Me

“Run? You only think of running now? Isn’t it too late?”

Mu Feng’s face was cold as he bent down, picked up the coachman’s long whip, and gave it a flick. It wrapped around Mu Qingyuan’s slender waist. With a hard pull, he yanked him into the air and flung him fiercely to the ground, right next to the bloodied Lin Zhengde.

“Waste, you good-for-nothings, hurry up and do something, attack!”

Lin Zhengde shouted sharply, ordering the guards who hadn’t yet reacted, “Kill… tear him to pieces! I’ll kill his parents, wipe out his entire clan!”

From the moment Mu Feng condensed his Blood Armor to turn the tables, to stomping Lin Zhengde under his foot, it happened in the blink of an eye. Facing two opponents and two terrifying magical treasures, who could have imagined he would reverse the situation? It wasn’t until the severely injured Lin Zhengde bellowed his commands that the guards stationed nearby snapped out of their daze. They spurred their horses forward, gripping sharp spears as they charged at full speed.

With that one stomp, almost all of Lin Zhengde’s ribs were crushed, showing just how ruthless and brutal Mu Feng was. No one expected the once gentle and scholarly-looking young man to transform in an instant into a merciless killer. Feeling the overwhelming killing intent emanating from him and seeing his icy gaze, no one doubted that he would kill right then and there.

The only son of the border army colonel—if he died here, what consequences would follow?

The many guards dared not imagine, nor did they have time to. As one, they spurred their horses toward Mu Feng, raising their sharp spears from a distance, each radiating a fierce killing aura.

Hu…

Mu Feng stood motionless, his right foot still firmly planted on Lin Zhengde’s chest, while the long whip in his hand suddenly lashed out.

One guard, charging on horseback, felt a darkness before his eyes as the tough whip coiled around him and dragged him to the ground. The galloping warhorse’s hooves trampled heavily over him, leaving him a bloody mess. The next moment, another guard close behind had no time to rein in his horse before the whistling whip struck him head-on, sending both man and horse flying backward…

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, in just a few breaths, over a dozen fierce knights lay on the ground. Some had broken limbs and couldn’t move; others moaned in agony, their bellies stomped open by the heavy warhorses, intestines spilling out; still others were so mangled they were barely recognizable as human.

Incredible!

There were no gasps, no cheers. The square before Shangling Terrace fell into a stunned silence, everyone utterly shocked.

What did ruthlessness mean? What was brutality?

This was it!

Mu Feng didn’t act until he did, and when he did, it defied all expectations.

At first, when the carriage came rolling in and he stood motionless, people thought he was frozen in fear. Now, they understood—he wasn’t scared; he simply didn’t care!

With such strength and such nerve, no wonder he paid no mind to those two spoiled young masters.

“Incredible, who is this guy? Is he here for today’s Metropolitan Examination too?”

“Nonsense, when have you ever seen a scholar this powerful? In my opinion, he must be a personal guard of some noble’s son, or a cultivation genius from a great clan!”

“You’re the one spouting nonsense! That’s Mu Feng, the famous scholar from Mu Manor! Damaged meridians since childhood, unable to cultivate, always sickly—who in Mu Manor doesn’t know him?”

“Ah… he’s really a scholar?”

…

After the shock faded, people pointed at Mu Feng, discussing him and trying to learn his true identity.

“Just now, who said they would kill my parents and wipe out my clan?”

Mu Feng ignored the pointing and staring, looking down coldly at Lin Zhengde pinned under his foot.

“You’re dead, you brat! If you have the guts, stomp again, kill me now!”

Lin Zhengde, used to being arrogant, had red eyes. Instead of begging for mercy, his face twisted fiercely as he screamed hoarsely, “You’re Mu Feng, right? I know—you have a sickly mother. If you want to live, come with me to the border army camp now and apologize. Otherwise, your mother dies too. No… I’ll make her wish she were dead! I’ll make you watch as she’s sold to the city’s brothel, hahaha!”

Having never suffered such a loss, Lin Zhengde roared with hatred for Mu Feng.

Pfft…

No sooner had he spoken than a heavy weight pressed down. Mu Feng’s right leg stomped hard. Instantly, a crushing force surged into his body. His chest looked unchanged on the outside, but inside, it was chaos—organs ruptured, his spine shattered piece by piece. The next moment, his body went numb, and he could feel nothing more.

No pain, no numbness—no sensation at all. He was still alive, conscious, but his body had lost all feeling. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

Enough was enough, no need to hold back any longer!

Mu Feng’s eyes turned icy. Resolved, he decided to go all the way and crippled the foolhardy Lin Zhengde outright, turning him into a true waste. He could tolerate insults to himself, but when it came to such disrespect toward his mother—that forced his hand!

“Young Master Mu Feng, no, no… Brother Mu Feng, I was wrong, it’s all my fault. Spare me, I beg you, let me go!”

Beside him, Mu Qingyuan was the first to notice Lin Zhengde’s strange condition. His hair stood on end as he pleaded loudly, scrambling backward.

This time, he was truly scared, gripped by unprecedented fear!

The only son of the border army colonel—crippled just like that, left to live a living death. Ruthless!

Now, he finally understood deeply just how ruthless and brutal Mu Feng, the scholar he had once bullied, could be. The more suppressed, the fiercer the explosion!

If he dared do this to Young Master Lin Zhengde, what about him?

“Second Young Master, so you admit you were wrong?”

Mu Feng bent down, grabbed Mu Qingyuan by the neck, and lifted him up. Watching him struggle, he coldly added, “Everyone must pay for their foolishness, Second Young Master. You weren’t just wrong—you were gravely mistaken. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, but… I’ll give you a reminder you’ll never forget! So you always remember: some people, you can insult their intelligence, but not their character; some people are not to be bullied at will!”

Thud…

Mu Feng threw a punch, landing squarely on Mu Qingyuan’s left eye, directly blinding him in that eye—a lesson for this blind, arrogant young master. He tossed him aside and walked away without looking back.

Two notorious young masters—one lost an eye, the other was completely crippled!

Without a doubt, this would stir up an unprecedented storm in the small border city of Jianning. He hadn’t wanted this, but he had no choice. Spoiled brats like Lin Zhengde and Mu Qingyuan always ran wild, stirring trouble without cause. Even if he hadn’t acted today, it wouldn’t have helped. On the contrary, they would have seen him as weak and subjected him to endless retaliation!

Glancing at the solemn gates of Shangling Terrace, Mu Feng took a deep breath and strode inside. Outwardly calm, he secretly prepared for the worst. If it came to it, once the Metropolitan Examination ended, he would carry his mother on his back and flee into the Hundred Thousand Mountains behind Mu Manor.