Chapter 60: Your Brother Is So Fierce

At that moment, An Benyue swaggered over proudly and admitted without hesitation, “Yes, it was me who told him to do it!”

“I wanted to teach that ungrateful wretched woman a lesson. Got a problem with that?”

Li Moxuan looked at An Benyue calmly. “Seems like you shouldn’t have been allowed to walk away alive yesterday.”

Recalling what happened the day before, An Benyue’s face twitched. When had the eldest son of the An family ever suffered such a loss? He had been beaten by Li Moxuan like a dog, and the whole incident was caught on camera, nearly spreading throughout the entire martial city.

Just for that alone, eradicating the Li siblings wouldn’t be going too far.

An Benyue’s expression twisted fiercely. “Li Moxuan, I don’t care who you belong to. If you offend me, An Benyue, here in the martial city, you must die!”

“Yesterday I had no one by my side and you took advantage of that. Today, we’ll settle this score properly and see who ends up dead.”

With a brutal wave of his hand, a dozen burly men suddenly charged from all directions.

Each stood nearly six foot three, like towering iron statues, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Leading them was a terrifying middle-aged man, a martial artist at the peak of the postnatal realm.

Seeing such a scene, all the bystanders were too frightened to breathe.

Xiang Peng, Dong Shan, and Dong Bo all turned pale.

Li Moling and Chen Wenwen’s faces drained of color, clearly scared.

Chen Caixia, however, stepped forward smugly. “Young Master An, if you had acted earlier, this brat wouldn’t have been so arrogant for so long. You might as well have crushed him from the start.”

“With your strength, squashing him is like killing a bug.”

Standing beside An Benyue, Chen Caixia arrogantly glared at Li Moxuan.

Li Moling and Chen Wenwen were furious.

“You beast! You’re one of An Benyue’s men!”

“No wonder you’ve been defending them all along! Scum!”

Chen Caixia admitted without shame, “Yeah, who else would you offend but Young Master An? Offend him and still expect to study peacefully at Martial City University? Haha, you’re dreaming. You’re only here to be toyed with and controlled by Young Master An.”

Though such words from a counselor could cause serious trouble, Chen Caixia didn’t care. With An Benyue backing her, not even the principal dared to reprimand her.

A single word from An Benyue was enough to make her rise swiftly.

Choosing a master naturally meant choosing the strongest one.

An Benyue laughed wildly. “See that? Li Moxuan, just you and your little gang dare to challenge me, An Benyue? A few dirty tricks and you’re all puppets in my hands. Martial City obeys only me, An Benyue!”

He pointed his thumb at himself, utterly arrogant.

The men behind him smirked mockingly at Li Moxuan, as if looking at a corpse.

Li Moxuan nodded slowly. “Never thought the An family would produce such a fool who can say such things.”

“Well then, since that’s the case, you and your An family can disappear together!”

An Benyue laughed loudly. “You? I didn’t hear you right, did I?”

“Attack! Kill him! Even if he dies, it doesn’t matter.”

In an instant, the dozen men grinned ferociously and charged at Li Moxuan.

“Heh heh, brat, let me have some fun with you.”

“This little punk? I can crush him with one hand.”

“Let me! I’m going to smash his cute little ping pong balls!”

Like bandits, these brutal men lunged at Li Moxuan as if facing a delicate maiden.

The onlookers turned pale, some covering their eyes, afraid to witness a gruesome scene.

Li Moxuan chuckled softly at this group of so-called hunters.

“All right, all right…”

Then, in a flash, Li Moxuan vanished from his spot.

Suddenly, fists filled the air, each strike heavy and fierce.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the blink of an eye, all the burly men were knocked down, limbs twisted, faces contorted in pain, crying out on the ground.

Li Moxuan grabbed one of them, yanked open his legs, and kicked hard, stomping mercilessly on the man's groin.

“Like playing ping pong, huh? Fine, I’ll let you play!”

“Ahhh!”

The man writhed in agony.

A mixture of blood, urine, and unknown fluids flowed from his groin.

The shocking scene left the onlookers dumbstruck, their exclamations continuous.

“Damn! That’s insane!”

“Super Saiyan level, huh?”

“Gone in the blink of an eye?”

Countless men sympathized, wincing as if their own groins were being crushed.

Chen Wenwen’s mouth dropped open, stars of admiration shining in her eyes.

“Wow… Moling, I didn’t know your brother was this fierce.”

“So fierce…”

Chen Wenwen was so excited her slender, fair legs trembled.

But Li Moling was already used to it.

“Of course, he trains…”

“Trains what?”

“Trains cars…”

Li Moling quickly caught herself, realizing she almost revealed too much.

Even to Wenwen, she couldn’t let the secret of Li Moxuan’s cultivation slip out.

Chen Wenwen frowned in confusion and glanced at Li Moling.

“Just fixing cars? And you’re so proud of that?”

Fixing cars… something felt off about that.

Then Chen Wenwen’s gaze returned to Li Moxuan.

Her beautiful eyes glittered with deep meaning.

An Benyue, seeing all his men sprawled on the ground, grew furious.

“What useless trash.”

He had called them to torture Li Moxuan to death.

Unexpectedly, they ended up being trampled on instead.

His face throbbed with a burning pain.

He even sensed the disdainful gazes of the surrounding crowd.

It was like a thorn in his back, a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Yet the postnatal martial artist behind him remained unfazed.

“Don’t panic, Young Master An. This kid just has some strength; he’s nothing to worry about.”