Rural Romantic Life

The young man's heart was even more exposed than Song Jianghe's just now. He couldn't believe that Lu Yang, a peasant who had no right to lay a hand on him, was so ungrateful and deliberately toying with him.

This is undoubtedly a suicidal act on the other side.

If the other party refuses to listen to reason and instead chooses to suffer the consequences, then he should truly grant their wish.

Swish it!

The young man suddenly stomped his foot, and like a cannonball, he lunged straight at Lu Yang opposite him: "Little farmer, aren't you so great?"

"If you can take one punch from me now, I'll consider you the winner!"

The young man's fist sliced ​​through the air as if it had shattered it, leaving a visible white shadow in the air.

It's easy to imagine the power of that punch.

Seeing the power of Liao Wushuang's punch, Song Jianghe's lips curled into a cruel smile: "You little bastard, I'd really like to see if you can withstand Liao Wushuang's punch."

He guessed that his opponent would definitely not be able to withstand the punch and would instead be crippled.

Seeing this, the others also looked like they thought the matter was over. They believed that with Liao Wushuang, a truly skilled martial artist, making his move, there was almost no suspense left, and Lu Yang, this little farmer, was about to become a cripple.

Seeing this, Lu Yang remained unmoved, his expression instead becoming somewhat playful: "If you can withstand this punch from me, then I'll consider you the winner!"

boom!

As he watched the opponent's fist approach, he almost lightning-fast raised his hand and threw a punch in response.

Provoked, Liao Wushuang became even more enraged: "You little bastard, you're asking for death..."

The other party even dared to punch him; in his view, the other party was truly tired of living.

He could absolutely smash the opponent's entire arm with one punch.

Click!

However, just as he had this thought, he was horrified to discover that when his fist clashed with Lu Yang's, it was not striking a mortal fist at all, but rather it felt like striking an iron hammer.

He was instantly struck as if by lightning, feeling his entire arm snap off like a piece of rotten wood with a crack.

Countless bone fragments exploded from his flesh, piercing through his flesh, and instantly blood and bone fragments gushed out recklessly.

The few people who had been watching the spectacle suddenly screamed and scrambled to avoid the spurting blood, flesh, and bone fragments as if they were plagues!

Only Song Jianghe, who was standing relatively close, didn't react in time and was directly hit by the filth flying all over his head and face. His already large pig-headed face looked even more miserable and wretched after being covered in the filth.

He seems like a clown performing in a grand opera.

Liao Wushuang staggered back several steps before finally coming to a stop. However, the pain from having his arm smashed open nearly made him faint. But he was a trained martial artist, and his willpower was far superior to that of an ordinary person.

He gritted his teeth to stop the excruciating pain, his eyes filled with unprecedented terror as he stared at Lu Yang not far away, and asked incredulously, "You little bastard, you...you can't possibly be a peasant, who exactly are you?"

He simply didn't believe that Lu Yang in front of him was a real peasant.

How could a mere farmer possess such terrifying power? The opponent must be a skilled martial artist with some status and background!

The others were also staring at Lu Yang with surprise and suspicion. They guessed that he was definitely not a real peasant, but a powerful martial artist with a background and status.

How could a mere peasant possibly have the money and resources to practice powerful martial arts?

Only young masters from families with distinguished backgrounds like theirs have the qualifications and resources to practice and learn martial arts.

If they have genuine martial arts talent, they can become true martial artists.

Lu Yang did not respond to Liao Wushuang, but instead looked at Song Jianghe's other two cronies. These two had also been preparing to make a move against him first, but Liao Wushuang beat them to it.

The two of them were instantly targeted by Lu Yang, feeling as if they were being watched by a real beast.

However, the two of them were not particularly afraid. Instead, they quickly exchanged a glance and then attacked Lu Yang simultaneously.

Both of them were skilled martial artists. Although Liao Wushuang's arm was smashed by Lu Yang earlier, and he displayed impressive techniques, their skills were by no means weak. They believed they could rival Lu Yang.

Moreover, since they are now attacking each other together, their chances of success are even greater.

One of the young men sneered at Lu Yang, "Kid, since you're so ungrateful and refuse to reveal your identity and background, then even if you wanted to, you wouldn't have the chance!"

The other young man didn't waste any words. His fists, like those of two real leopards, pounded viciously on two spots on his body, one on the left and one on the right.

Although the young man speaking to Lu Yang was talking, his attacks did not stop in the slightest. He also pounded two other parts of Lu Yang's body with his fists like iron hammers.

Four punches, in different directions and positions.

In their eyes, it was as if four people were attacking each other. No matter how skilled the opponent was, it was impossible for them to dodge or withstand four punches at the same time.

If you can hit the opponent, they will definitely be seriously injured!

Bang bang bang!

The result was completely unexpected and left them utterly shocked, as all four of their punches landed squarely on their opponent's body.

They were stunned for a moment upon seeing this, but then a mocking smile appeared on their faces: "Haha, you little bastard, you're nothing special..."

However, the mocking smiles that had just appeared on their faces froze instantly.

They then realized that although their four punches had indeed landed on four different parts of Lu Yang's body, it felt as if they had struck an iron man.

Their fists were struck by a terrifying recoil force, causing their fists to go numb instantly, and even the bones in their arms made a cracking sound.

Although it didn't break immediately, I could feel obvious signs of cracks in the bone.

The two young men cried out in utter shock, "How is this possible? This is absolutely impossible!"

"He's not made of iron, how come he wasn't hurt at all? On the contrary, we were almost crippled..."