When he approached, he saw that the gangsters were eating clams in his yard, and his face immediately darkened.
"Hey! Brother Gang, the boy is back. "
"Pa …"
The fatty threw the clam in his hand to the ground. "Brat, you finally know to come back? Do you know that your Brother Gang was here yesterday? You're so dishonest, where's the protection fee? "
Han Fei shuddered in fury. I almost died a few times, and the first thing I saw after I came back was that you were eating my food.
Han Fei grinned. "Five low-quality pearls for one clam. I'll let you go if you give it to me. Otherwise, I'll beat you until you spit it out."
Fatty and his lackeys were stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter in the blink of an eye.
"Brother Gang, he's asking us for money?"
"Brother Gang, the boy has become more arrogant than ever. He's blackmailing us?"
The fatty's face shivered and he grinned wickedly. "Brat, is your Brother Gang still asleep, or was your head hit by an Iron-Head Fish? How dare you blackmail me? "
Thud …
Han Fei was confident now. So what if he was faced with a level-seven fisher? He had even killed a sea serpent. Why would he be scared of him?
Han Fei stabbed the Purple Bamboo Rod on the ground. "Do you know why the corals are so red?"
"Huh?"
When Brother Gang and the rest of them were about to mock Han Fei, they saw that the Purple Bamboo Rod was glowing with spiritual energy.
Brother Gang's face slightly changed. "Brat, you're really bold enough to attack us. Brothers, let's beat him up."
"I'm going to kill you!"
Han Fei jumped up with the Purple Bamboo Rod and slashed. Do you really think I can't lift my rod?
Before Brother Gang realized what was going on, one of his lackeys, who was a level-five fisher, fell to the ground and cried while covering his shoulder, "Ah! My arm is broken! Brother Gang, my arm is broken … "
Brother Gang burst into fury. "Do you want to die?"
Then, they all picked up their rods. How could so many of them be defeated by a kid?
Clang, Clang, Clang …
With 159 points of basic spiritual energy, he was comparable to a level-seven peak-level fisher. With more than three thousand points of spiritual energy, he could beat his opponent into a pulp. What was there to be afraid of?
"I'll hack this fatty to death."
"Bang …"
One of the gangsters covered his whole body with a spiritual energy protective cover, trying to take Han Fei's rod head-on.
However, with a "kacha" sound, this person directly lay on the ground, vomiting blood.
For a moment, Brother Gang was alarmed. "Not good, this kid is at the peak of level six. Let me do it."
The fatty also slashed at Han Fei with his iron rod. Out of Han Fei's expectation, Han Fei felt that his arm was numb after the collision. His face slightly changed. A level-seven fisher?
Brother Gang also stared blankly: "What great strength, but you simply don't understand the power of a level seven powerhouse, Ten Direction Shining Spirit Stick … …"
Suddenly, Han Fei saw that there seemed to be a snake slithering around the fat man's body. The next moment, the fat man's combat power suddenly increased, and the speed of his attack was more than twice as fast as before.
Han Fei was shocked. How is this possible? How could a fatty be so fast?
Clang, Clang, Clang … BAM …
Han Fei, who had been suppressing his opponent, was forced to retreat. Although he felt that his strength was no weaker than the fatty's, he couldn't withstand the fatty's six consecutive strikes.
"Cough …"
Han Fei's arm was numb, and blood flowed out of his mouth.
Brother Gang sneered. "A level-seven expert can steal the power of demonic fish. Do you really think that I've lived my life for nothing? Boy, kneel before me and offer all your belongings as an apology … Forget it. You don't have any belongings anyway. Give this house to me, and I'll let you go. "
Han Fei took a deep breath. His recovery ability was still there, although it was much weaker than at the beginning.
Han Fei grinned. "Is that all a level-seven expert can do? Then how weak are you? "
"Ah …"
Surging spiritual energy burst out of Han Fei's body, and he and his rod were glowing. He jumped up and slashed down again.
Clang …
Brother Gang said, "Boy, you're asking for death. How precious is spiritual energy? As a level-six fisher, a spiritual energy protective cover consumes one third of your spiritual energy. How many more strikes can you make? Three or five? "
Han Fei said, "You talk too much …"
Clang, Clang, Clang …
The weapons clashed. Han Fei smashed six times in a row crazily. He was hit once during the fight, and his chest hurt.
But the fatty was panting too. Just now, the six strikes only slightly wounded Han Fei, but the boy was crazy and hit him five or six more times. How much spiritual energy did the boy have? Wasn't the boy's spiritual energy comparable to his own?
However, Han Fei wasn't done yet. He waved his arms, and spiritual energy spurted out and disappeared in the air.
Dum, Dum, Dum …
"Pu …"
The weapons collided like thunder. Brother Gang vomited a mouthful of blood, and his iron rod flew out of his hand.
His eyes were full of disbelief. How was it possible? How many strikes had he made? Ten? Twenty? More importantly, this guy had a spiritual energy protective cover! Two hundred points of spiritual energy was not enough to beat him!
BAM!
Han Fei dispersed his spiritual energy and whipped the fatty with his rod. The rest of the gangsters were stunned. Brother Gang was defeated?
Han Fei squatted before Brother Gang with the rod and asked with a smile, "Do you still want protection fees?"
Brother Gang had a cold sweat. "It's a misunderstanding, bro. It's all a misunderstanding."
BAM, BAM, BAM …
Han Fei hit him three times in a row, and Brother Gang fell to the ground. "Is it a misunderstanding? Are you sure it's a misunderstanding? "
Brother Gang grimaced in pain, but he dared not talk back. "Bro, I'll pay for it, okay? I promise I won't bother you again. "
BAM, BAM, BAM …
Han Fei asked, "Who are you Brother Gang?"
Brother Gang said, "Little Gang. You can call me Little Gang."
BAM, BAM, BAM …
Han Fei asked, "Little Gang? What about Little Ming and Little Red? "
Brother Gang's face trembled. Why are you still beating me? I'll be crippled if you beat me again!
Brother Gang begged for mercy. "Bro, please spare me. I can't give Little Red to you! I've been with Little Red for seven years … "
Han Fei: "???"
BAM …
Han Fei said gloomily, "Give me all your money and your iron rod. Get lost …"
Brother Gang cried. What the hell is going on? Why did you pretend to be a weakling a few days ago if you're such a freak?
Brother Gang said, "Bro, I only have an iron rod … Here, don't point it at me. I'm scared."
Han Fei said, "Who's your bro? Call me Brother Fei when you see me. You've wasted so much of my spiritual energy. Your iron rod is not enough for me. Get lost … "
"Yes, yes, yes … What are you waiting for? Let's go … "
Han Fei was secretly shocked to see the agile fatty get up and run away. Was this the power of absorbing the demonic fish that Tang Ge mentioned? If the fatty could store spiritual energy like him, it would be hard to tell who would be the winner. However, the weird power just now doubled his strength. If he hadn't stored enough spiritual energy, he would've been beaten to the ground.
No, I've underestimated high-level fishers. They're called high-level for a reason. The fatty was defeated by me because he didn't have enough spiritual energy. What if he was a level-eight fisher?
This was the second time that Han Fei felt that he was improving too slowly. Even a gangster could reach level seven. How many of such nobodies were there in this world of cultivation? He, on the other hand, was just a nobody at this moment. He was far from being unscrupulous.
The moment Han Fei returned home, he saw a line of words on the table. It must've been left by Tang Ge.
"I may not be back soon. There's something in the old place. See you at the Fishing Trial."
Han Fei silently crossed out this sentence, opened the door, and walked to the back of his house.
There was a cliff at the back. There was barely enough space for a person to stand. There was an opening at the back of the house, where a chain was hanging. Han Fei carefully grabbed the chain and levitated down. About seven or eight meters down, there was an inconspicuous cave, hidden by the vegetation on the edge of the cliff, which was quite secluded.
The cave had been there since the house was here. Every time Tang Ge got something good, he would hide it in the cave instead of leaving it at home, in case somebody wanted it.
The cave was no more than four meters deep and three meters wide. There was only a small bed and a stone tank where dozens of clams were kept.
On the bed, Han Fei saw a small package.
As soon as he opened it, he gasped. Two mid-quality pearls rolled out first. It wasn't much. It was probably all Tang Ge had.
Apart from the two mid-quality pearls, there were two books, an iron box, and a bottle of pills.
Han Fei immediately took a deep breath, not because of anything else, but because the two books were Swimming Art and Mystic Body Technique. At a glance, Han Fei knew why the two books were important. Most people in the Heavenly Water Village, including fishing masters, practiced rod arts. Even if there were books in the school, there wouldn't be many. No matter what the two books were, they couldn't be worse than the universal rod art, Sweeping Stick.
"Huh? Spirit Refilling Pills? "
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