Chapter 18: Humiliated

“Hmph, trying to run!”

“No chance!”

Seeing Tang Jinbiao had absolutely no intention of fighting back and immediately tried to flee, Tang Huaxi and Tang Xingchi exchanged a glance, their faces showing traces of mockery. Tang Huaxi pushed off the ground with both feet and leapt, landing not far in front of Tang Jinbiao.

“Hehe, Brother Jinbiao, don’t be in such a hurry to leave lah! Play with this little brother for a while lah!”

After landing, Tang Huaxi wore a knowing smirk. He deliberately made his voice sharper, almost mimicking a woman’s tone, while simultaneously making a beckoning gesture with his right hand like a streetwalker soliciting customers.

“Damn it, this way!”

Tang Jinbiao nearly threw up at Tang Huaxi’s performance, particularly the way his red eyebrows twitched – it actually looked somewhat enticing.

Tang Jinbiao didn’t dare linger. He spun around and immediately bolted towards the other side.

“Hehe, Brother Jinbiao, don’t be nervous lah! We’re good people lah!”

Just as Tang Jinbiao changed direction and had only taken a few steps, Tang Xingchi immediately blocked the other path, speaking in an extremely coquettish tone.

That wasn’t all. As Tang Xingchi spoke, he blinked incessantly, a lewd expression twisting his lips. With his naturally pale complexion, this made an unhealthy flush seem to glow beneath his skin.

“Motherfcker, did I just run into two damned gays?”

Seeing both their expressions, Tang Jinbiao broke out in a cold sweat.

Thanks to the grueling training over the past six months, his current physique was well-built and handsome.

In his previous world, things were so messed up you couldn’t even drop the soap in public baths without fear. He had never imagined this world could be just as insane!

“Looks like running is the only option, otherwise my integrity would shatter into pieces!”

Seeing no retreat, Tang Jinbiao could only charge towards Tang Xingchi’s position. After all, Tang Xingchi looked the weaker of the two – though even this “weaker” one was still much stronger than him. His body was trained, but he was still just a Mortal.

“Brother Jinbiao, try this move! Tenderness Overflowing Fist!”

Seeing Tang Jinbiao charge straight at him, Tang Xingchi broke into a charming smile, his voice honeyed. He drove his right fist directly towards Tang Jinbiao’s abdomen.

Yes, you read that right. Tang Xingchi gave a radiant smile!

“I Bought a Watch Last Year!”

Tang Jinbiao cursed inwardly. His legs desperately tried to push off a nearby rock to veer sideways, but how could his body outpace a fist?

Before he could fully turn aside, Tang Xingchi’s seemingly soft fist grazed his waist.

The moment the fist touched his side, Tang Jinbiao screamed that classic line that has echoed for generations: “Don’t!”

At the same moment, his body didn’t stop, still twisting away in an odd posture.

“Huh? Doesn’t hurt?”

But then, to Tang Jinbiao’s surprise, Tang Xingchi’s fist wasn’t just light-looking; hitting him, it had absolutely no impact.

“Hehe, Brother Jinbiao!”

Tang Xingchi seemed to have guessed Tang Jinbiao’s thoughts. A faint smile curled his lips, then his face tensed slightly, and his shoulder jerked.

Boom!

“Ah!”

Tang Jinbiao, who had just begun to rejoice, instantly felt a sharp stabbing pain in his waist—it seared like a red-hot needle piercing his finger, far beyond mere discomfort.

Bang!

With a pained groan, Tang Jinbiao was violently hurled backward mid-step trying to dodge Tang Xingchi. His body soared nearly thirty feet high, tracing a perfect arc that resembled a dying dog’s trajectory.

“Hehe, Brother Jinbiao!”

Before he could even begin falling, Tang Huaxi—keeping pace all along—appeared directly above him at his peak height, grinning down with cheerful malice.

“I fuck your ancestors! Dam—ahh!”

The sight of those crimson eyebrows unleashed Tang Jinbiao’s furious shout. But midway, Tang Huaxi’s right leg snapped upward into a high kick before slamming down onto his waist.

“Brother Jinbiao, let me know if this skyward strike lacks form!”

Crash!

Hardly were the words spoken when the leg hammered down.

Swoosh!

Tang Jinbiao plummeted like a cannonball toward the earth.

“I’ll strike you—argh!”

Falling uncontrollably but unyielding in spirit, Tang Jinbiao cursed again—yet cut short as agonizing pain exploded across his backside. His body ricocheted like a punted soccer ball.

“Oh-ho-ho! Brother Jinbiao, how was that aerial half-volley? Rumored to be the Chinese national team’s signature shot!”

Tang Xingchi taunted from below after delivering the kick.

“I’ll shoot you—ack!”

As Tang Jinbiao flew skyward once more, fresh profanity began—but again choked unfinished. A massive shadow loomed toward his face.

Thump!

With Tang Huaxi’s follow-up kick, Tang Jinbiao swallowed both curses and blood sprayed from shattered front teeth into the air.

“Tsk-tsk! So sorry, Brother Jinbiao—didn’t mean to strike so fiercely!”

Tang Huaxi shook his ginger brows, still sporting that nauseating grin.

“You motherf—don’t hit the face… gah!”

Tang Jinbiao tried cursing through broken teeth, spewing air and blood as the wind whistled past his gaps.

What feud existed between Tang Huaxi, Tang Xingchi, and Tang Jinbiao was unknown—but the duo attacked relentlessly from the outset, each strike pure cruelty.

Yes—exactly the kind legend describes: like that med student who stabbed her cheating boyfriend seventy times yet claimed only minor injuries.

As for Tang Jinbiao, he found nowhere for justice nor revenge. Resistance was futile against their strength. Forced to endure blinding pain, he screamed “No!” then “Agh!” as his body volleyed between sky and ground without respite.

Perhaps this was what they called… flying?

“Aiyo! Brother Jinbiao—behold my Golden Right Foot!”

“I… fuck you—”

“My turn! Brother Jinbiao—taste my Cyclone Kick-kick-kick!”

“STOP!”

“Brother Jinbiao!”

“Help!”

“Brother Jinbiao!”

“Stop!”

…

These two kicked with one foot, then the other, continuing for nearly half a quarter of an hour until both felt somewhat tired, and they finally landed the last kick!

“Brothers in unity!”

Tang Huaxi and Tang Xingchi both stood at the edge of the mountain peak. They glanced at each other, raised their heads to look at the falling Tang Jinbiao, and shouted in unison.

“Stop…”

Tang Jinbiao’s body fell down, already somewhat unconscious, murmuring indistinct words.

“Conquer the world!”

The moment Tang Jinbiao’s body just landed, they glanced at each other, expressions extremely serious, as if seeing determination in each other’s eyes. They swiftly turned around and raised their legs high.

Tang Huaxi standing on the left raised his right foot, Tang Xingchi on the right raised his left foot. They roared, and their legs formed two perfect arcs.

Thump!

Whoosh!

Only a dull thud was heard as Tang Jinbiao’s body transformed into a beam of light and was kicked far away.

“Mhm!”

After kicking Tang Jinbiao away, they looked at each other, extended their hands, gripped them tightly together, and nodded earnestly.

But just as his body vanished into the distance, a strange voice called out, “Ah! I will definitely return!”

“Hmm?”

Hearing Tang Jinbiao’s miserable shout, their brows wrinkled involuntarily, clearly not understanding the meaning.

Pat pat pat!

After a while, they patted their clothes and palms, as if beating Tang Jinbiao that ‘little pal’ had dirtied their hands.

“We can almost head back now. That kid has been punished severely, and who would have thought he dared to harbor ill intentions toward Sister Yilin? Our punishment of him was light. If those madmen found out, they’d probably skin him alive!” Tang Huaxi said, looking gloomily in the direction Tang Jinbiao had disappeared.

“Hmph, exactly! A goddess-like existence like Sister Yilin, how could such a loser possibly hope for her?” Tang Xingchi beside him also seemed very angry.

“Alright, never mind. Anyway, we promised Sister Yilin that we’d severely teach the kid a lesson. He probably won’t be able to leave his bed for ten to fifteen days! Let’s go report back first, or if Sister Yilin gets impatient, we’ll face the consequences!” Tang Huaxi spoke of Tang Jinbiao with a sense of deep-seated hatred, like avenging a father’s death or a stolen wife, but when mentioning Sister Yilin, his expression softened like a gentle little lamb.

“Alright, then let’s go!”

Feeling it was time, a faint layer of Spiritual Energy appeared on their bodies, and they immediately dashed back in the original direction…