Husband and Wife to Battle – Officials and the People Mutually…

　　Yang Lianhua staggered back three steps. Lu Shangfei's tall bodyguard then intervened: "Boss Lu, Boss Lu, we agreed to only find out the truth. Why are you fighting?! Don't fight. Don't fight."

　　Lu Shangfei wasn't going to stop; he ignored his bodyguard and tried to fight Yang Lianhua. It happened so suddenly Yang Lianhua couldn't keep up. Sure, he only used thirty percent of his potential when he performed the finger thrust, but he never expected Lu Shangfei to get out unscathed and even launch his own counter.

　　Yang Lianhua suffered a blow and was livid, but that was due to him forgetting to s.h.i.+eld his body with his qi before he struck. He was livid, because his face was his life. He was so angry he completely neglected carrying himself with an adept's demeanour. He flicked his sleeve and tried to attack again with more force.

　　"Don't fight. Don't fight. Why are you two so hot headed?" The bodyguard stood between the two and tried to help them reconcile when Yang Lianhua struck again. He caught Yang Lianhua's hand and yanked him down. Trying to mediate, he said, "You are both respectable gentlemen. Why are you fighting? Why not both take a step back and talk this out?"

　　Because the bodyguard focused on catching Yang Lianhua's hand, he released his hold on Lu Shangfei. Lu Shangfei aggressively shouted and knocked Yang Lianhua down with a spin kick to the face. Yang Lianhua grunted when he fell.

　　Yang Lianhua was fully aware the bodyguard was leading him by the nose. He was confident he would finish Lu Shangfei with a palm strike at eighty percent of his full power, yet the bodyguard disintegrated his force and true qi armour when the bodyguard yanked his arm down. He might not have been a top-tier adept; however, there were only two people among Evil Spirits who were able to dismantle an attack at eighty percent of his full power. Evidently, the bodyguard wasn't an ordinary man.

　　Ming Feizhen maintained an impartial expression as he tried to break the two up: "Don't fight. Don't fight. We can talk this out."

　　"Yeah? Talk? Talk to this foot!" brayed Lu Shangfei, trying to kick Yang Lianhua despite Ming Feizhen stopping him. "Brother Hu! This old one knows you're a man who respects justice, but he killed my brother. We have a grudge that can only be settled with his blood. If I don't kill him, I have no shame to continue living!"

　　"Boss Lu, it's not right to impose a personal vendetta despite him being a criminal. I suggest you arrest him, and send him to a government office."

　　Lu Shangfei was in tears: "They can't do anything about him! He's in cahoots with them!"

　　Yang Lianhua crawled to his feet: "You think you can stop me? I could squash you and your brother at the same time even if he could come back to life!"

　　Yang Lianhua didn't dare to attack, for he feared Ming Feizhen. Lu Shangfei, meanwhile, had absolutely no qualms flinging threats: "I'll body you right here, you gender-bending freak!"

　　Yang Lianhua laughed in a sinister tone: "Come at me on your own if you're so good. If you can take one blow, I'll kill myself on the spot."

　　"Bring it! Give me your best shot!"

　　Ming Feizhen insisted on maintaining his position in the middle of them: "Stop! Don't fight! What are we going to do if you two get hurt? They say fight if you're going to fight, but why would you pull a sabre on him?"

　　Lu Shangfei: "Huh? Sabre?"

　　Yang Lianhua: "What sabre? Whose sabre?"

　　Lu Shangfei glanced down to Ming Feizhen's waist, where an ancient western-style sabre hung, finding the answer to his own question. Needless to say, he immediately reached for it. Once he took it, Ming Feizhen cried, "Why are you pulling a sabre on him?! My Ancient Cold sabre is six point eight kilograms. My ancestors pa.s.sed it down. It kills on contact. Unskilled martial artists wouldn't touch it; adepts can't defend against it. Why would you attack someone with that?!"

　　Despite saying all that garble, Ming Feizhen didn't bother setting up any defence; he even handed it over to Lu Shangfei, as the latter was slow. Lu Shangfei was impressed with the blade. The blade's cold aura spread throughout the room. Yang Lianhua could tell he was in dire straits. Knowing it could potentially slice through gold and might've had jellyfish added to it, Yang Lianhua focused.

　　"I'll hack you to pieces, you demented freak!" brayed Lu Shangfei.

　　Yang Lianhua evaded all of Lu Shangfei's swings. Ming Feizhen couldn't identify Yang Lianhua's style based on his movements. Lu Shangfei wasn't a martial artist, so he couldn't keep up his a.s.sault for long - particularly since the sabre was considerably heavier than a normal sword or broadsword. Lu Shangfei swung it purely out of rage.