18: Chapter 18 Ancient Martial Artist?
18: Chapter 18 Ancient Martial Artist?
Seeing he didn’t respond, Li Wenfeng assumed he was still in shock and continued, “Although I was far away at the time, I could still feel the power of that guy’s Lion’s Roar.
It felt like my ears were about to go deaf.”
Ye Haochuan exclaimed, “That guy’s Lion’s Roar is indeed formidable, one roar sweeps over a large area!
It’s much more powerful than any direct physical attack.”
From what I’ve learned later,” said Li Wenfeng with lingering fear, “those little ruffians who were injured by that guy eventually had all their hearing weakened, and one or two even became deaf, turning into useless people.
Lucky for me, I was far away or else I would have ended up the same.”
This guy was a formidable opponent; if Sun Zhe called him over, Haochuan wasn’t sure if he could withstand him.
“However, Brother Ye, you should not worry too much.
As I know,” Li Wenfeng added, “although that guy is strong, using the Lion’s Roar takes a lot of energy.
After helping Sun Zhe clean up the small thugs around our school, he used this Lion’s Roar several times consecutively and is now in seclusion at Sun Zhe’s place to recuperate.
He won’t be likely to come after us anytime soon.”
Ye Haochuan then breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn’t come right away, he could think of ways to increase his strength.
Moreover, according to the former head of Long Group, Dragon Roar, there was bad blood between Long Group and Hellfire.
Surely, Dragon Roar would not stand idly by.
Though this might earn him a scolding from Dragon Roar, his life mattered more, and he couldn’t worry about that now.
Ye Haochuan turned his head and saw through the hospital room door that a group of people rushed in, led by a student with Maserati hair, followed by several stern-faced bodyguards wearing sunglasses.
“Young Master Feng, are you alright?
Did that bastard Sun Zhe do anything to you?” the Maserati-haired student shouted anxiously.
“Damn, as if that guy could do anything to me?” Li Wenfeng cursed.
If that bastard Sun Zhe dared to hurt you, all of us brothers would wipe him out,” the Maserati-haired student laughed.
At that moment, the Maserati-haired student noticed Ye Haochuan’s presence.
Since Ye Haochuan was about to end his shift and had already changed out of his white coat into casual clothes, he mistook Haochuan for Friend Feng’s friend.
“Young Master Feng, who is this gentleman?
How come I’ve never seen him before?” asked the Maserati-haired student.
Only then did Li Wenfeng introduce Ye Haochuan to him.
And from Li Wenfeng’s introduction, Ye Haochuan learned that the Maserati-haired student was called Lei Yiming, also from a wealthy family and close childhood friend of Wenfeng; they were deeply bonded brothers.
However, Lei Yiming was not a student at Haishan University, but studied in another city, Qingyuan.
Hearing of the incident with Wenfeng, he had taken leave from school and flown back home on a private jet, showing deep loyalty.
“Young Master Ming,” Wenfeng spoke earnestly, “listen to me, Brother Ye is a great benefactor to me, Li Wenfeng.
If it weren’t for him acting to save me last night, my life would have been claimed by King Yama.
You should show him some respect from now on.”
“Ah!” Lei Yiming was taken aback.
Li Wenfeng then related the incident with Sun Zhe during the basketball duel the previous afternoon, how Sun Zhe had suddenly attacked him, causing serious injuries.
“Damn, that Sun Zhe, having no skills in his own team, actually resorted to dirty tricks.
Young Master Feng, you recuperate well here, I’ll go and settle the score with that bastard Sun Zhe right away,” Lei Yiming said angrily.
Li Wenfeng waved his hand and laughed, “No need, it’s pointless to go after that guy now.
Brother Ye has just beaten him to a pulp.”
“Brother Ye is that amazing?
Sun Zhe, that bastard, is your Haishan University’s sanda expert!” Lei Yiming exclaimed in surprise.
“So what if he’s a sanda expert?
In front of Brother Ye, that little brat Sun Zhe is like clay.” Li Wenfeng said disdainfully, curling his lip.
Following that, Li Wenfeng embellished how Ye Haochuan had showed his divine might and how he had beaten Sun Zhe and his group to the ground.
Only then did Lei Yiming start to believe and admire Ye Haochuan profoundly; he also affectionately started calling him Brother Ye.
After chatting for a while, Ye Haochuan thought it was getting late and, worried that that Eighth Master might trouble him at any moment, he really wasn’t in the mood to continue chatting with two kids.
He then made an excuse about needing to move some luggage from his rental house and prepared to take his leave.
“Brother Ye, why not take my car?
It’ll be faster,” Lei Yiming suggested earnestly, as he had always respected heroes who were fearless in the face of violence,
Ye Haochuan intended to refuse, but couldn’t withstand Li Wenfeng’s persuasion and thus reluctantly accepted Lei Yiming’s kindness.
Lei Yiming, truly born into a wealthy family, had come to visit his fraternal brother at Haishan University with three luxurious cars, a Maserati as his own ride and two black Audis trailing behind, obviously serving as an escort for the Maserati.
The bodyguard arranged by Lei Yiming initially suggested that Ye Haochuan take the Maserati, but considering that he had a lot of luggage at his rental, he chose the Audi with a larger trunk instead.
After getting into the car, the engine of the Audi started immediately, and it shot out like a tiger sprung from its cage.
Twenty minutes later, Ye Haochuan arrived at his basement rental house, settled the rent with the landlord, packed his luggage into the trunk of the Audi, and then headed back to Haishan University.
Along the way, his cellphone suddenly rang, and upon checking the caller ID, it was a different unfamiliar number than before.
Ye Haochuan knew it was Long Xiaotian calling, thought that this guy was overly cautious.
Changing phone numbers so often, almost never repeating the same one.
Pressing the answer button, he heard Long Xiaotian’s voice, informing him that the arrangements for him to live together with Lin Qingxuan were all set.
However, Ye Haochuan was currently worried that Sun Zhe might have the Eighth Master seek revenge on him, so his excitement from before had faded.
Long Xiaotian, seeming to sense his thoughts, chided jokingly, “What’s wrong with you, kid?
You’re like an eggplant beaten by frost”
Ye Haochuan then shared his enmity with Sun Zhe and the potential retaliation from a Hellfire Disciple.
However, mindful of the driver in the car, he didn’t make his mention of the Hellfire too obvious.
“Go on, a Hellfire Disciple worth nothing.
Is the Longevity Technique passed down to you by the Holy Hand just for show?
Focus on your cultivation, enter the Postnatal Early Stage soon, and you can handle a mere Hellfire Disciple however you want.”
Hearing Long Xiaotian speak so casually, Ye Haochuan’s spirits lifted, and he quickly asked what the Postnatal Early Stage was all about.
“Well, since you’re now a reserve member of the Long Group, I might as well tell you.
All of us, we’re not ordinary people; we are Ancient Martial Artists, and our strength is measured by our Martial Arts Path World Realm.”
Hearing this, Ye Haochuan was stunned for a moment: “Ancient Martial Artist?”