Chapter 45: Iron Fan—The Chubby Bull Kid Routinely Defeats the Grandmaster
Iron Fan's sudden slap stunned every disciple of the Wolong family. The girl before them seemed barely halfway grown, yet how could her skills be so nimble?
Just now, her figure flashed and a disciple was struck across the face with a resounding slap. Such terrifying agility was hardly what one would expect from a young girl. Yet the event had happened—how could one explain this unsettling reality?
“Master, this girl, she, she…” stammered a disciple, unable to speak coherently.
Iron Fan rolled her eyes. “She what? Hmph! Don’t call me a girl—if I told you my real age, you would be frightened out of your wits, you ignorant mortals.”
Was she really just a little girl? Judging by her tone and manner, not in the least. Though she looked petite, it seemed a grown soul dwelled within that small frame.
Yes—within that body was the soul of an adult. Something wicked and enchanting.
“Girl, how old are you? Where are your elders?” asked Wolong Qingtian, having witnessed Iron Fan’s ghostly prowess firsthand. As a grandmaster of his generation, his gaze was sharp. He immediately sensed that this half-grown girl was no ordinary child.
She giggled, silver laughter ringing out. “You’re asking about my husband? He’s taking a nap. What’s the matter, old sir? Is there something you need?”
Her laughter made their faces flush crimson.
Unable to bear it, the chief disciple Wei Kang barked at Iron Fan and her companion, “Little girl, you’re quite sharp-tongued for your age. Enough—we don’t want to stoop to the level of you children. Bring out your elders to meet our master, or else…”
Iron Fan laughed heartily, “Such arrogance! You want our husband to crawl out and see your master? Just this old man here? Ha! How amusing.”
Fat Ox laughed uproariously, and Iron Fan echoed him with her own girlish giggles.
A warrior may be slain, but never humiliated!
The grandmaster of Lingnan, mocked by two children? How could this stand? Did the Wolong family care nothing for their dignity?
Even with all his composure, Wolong Qingtian felt insulted. He shouted, “You two ignorant brats! If that’s how it is, don’t blame me for showing no mercy.”
With that, he stretched out, intending to seize Iron Fan and Fat Ox.
Yet something uncanny happened again.
Iron Fan and Fat Ox easily evaded Wolong Qingtian’s grasp.
Shock upon shock! Unbelievable! Deeply unsettling.
This was the famed grandmaster of Lingnan—when he struck, none could escape unscathed.
But what happened? The two supposed children slipped away with ease from Wolong Qingtian’s sudden attack.
In the end, Iron Fan and Fat Ox stood grinning at Wolong Qingtian’s embarrassed state.
Ha! Mere mortals thought to contend with them? What nonsense!
“Old man,” Fat Ox said, “let me give you a word of advice—know your limits. With your feeble skills, you’ll never touch us. Do you know who we are?”
The Bull King of Thunder Mountain!
The Princess Iron Fan of Emerald Cloud Mountain!
They were not ones whom mere mortals could ever hope to match.
The two children had avoided his attack so lightly—Wolong Qingtian, for the first time ever in front of his disciples, was left speechless, deeply shaken.
Suddenly he recalled something they had overlooked since entering the manor. The entire farm radiated a strange, unsettling aura.
Fat Ox’s “old man” made Wolong Qingtian bristle with anger. “Hmph! Brat, that was just a minor slip. This time, you won’t be so lucky. Take this!”
Fuming, Wolong Qingtian launched himself at Fat Ox.
Fat Ox did not dodge, instead roaring, “You came at the right time! Take my fist!”
A thunderous crash echoed.
No one could have imagined Fat Ox’s punch would send Wolong Qingtian flying, his body thrown meters away, blood spraying from his mouth.
“Ah! Master! Are you all right?”
“Master…”
A group of disciples could only watch miserably as their master lay sprawled on the ground like a dying dog, gasping for breath.
They stared at Fat Ox and Iron Fan as if they’d seen demons—horrified, bewildered… finally, stunned beyond belief.
They were children, yet how could they be so powerful? To send their master flying with a single blow?
Their master lay collapsed, nearly ruined. Was this fat man with horns on his head truly not some costumed enthusiast, but a monster?
A monster with horns!
Could it really be so?
“You… help me up, quickly.”
Wolong Qingtian, after struggling to breathe, could not even stand on his own. The horned fat man's strength was truly terrifying.
Unbelievable! Horrifying!
The disciples hurriedly helped Wolong Qingtian to his feet.
Wolong Qingtian brushed them aside and fixed his gaze on Fat Ox, as if hoping to see through him in an instant.
But after careful scrutiny, he could not discern their true identities. He could only ask, “Who… who are you really? How can you possess such terrifying skills at such a young age?”
“Who are we?” Iron Fan stuck out her tongue playfully. “Hehe, if I told you we’re not humans, and what we use isn’t martial arts, would you believe me?”
Fat Ox grinned, “You don’t deserve to know who we are. Only our husband could…”
“Fat Ox, stop wasting words with them. Throw them out. If they disturb our husband’s nap, hehe, I think… they’ll end up as fertilizer for the fruit trees in the garden.”
Iron Fan’s words shocked Wolong Qingtian and his disciples.
It was entirely possible!
They couldn’t even defeat two children—if the “husband” they mentioned appeared, there would be nothing but disaster.
A mere grandmaster, unable to match even a child—so much for revenge and justice.
What a bitter, mocking fate.