Heaven-defying Skills

Seeing Han Fengxue being knocked to the ground, the young man finally breathed a sigh of relief and landed slowly. He didn't expect Han Fengxue to be so difficult to deal with. He was almost pulled off the eagle's back several times. Fortunately, he was cautious, otherwise it would be unknown who would win.

But the more this happened, the more he couldn't leave Han Fengxue. Like his father, the earl, he was a man of decisive killing. Since the hatred had been formed, he couldn't leave the root of evil, and this root of evil would never be small.

He dragged his spear slowly towards Han Fengxue, and the spear rubbed against the ground to produce sparks. His eyes revealed a trace of ruthlessness, and he said: "I gave you a chance. Since you chose this path, don't blame me."

"Brother, let me do it. I want to kill this bastard myself." The young man also had a spear in his hand, and walked towards Han Fengxue with a ferocious face.

"Okay," he believed that Han Fengxue would be seriously injured by the giant eagle, and his brother would definitely not be in any danger.

The young man was a little impatient, and he could kill this bastard who made him lose face in the academy. As he walked, he said, "Have you ever thought that this day would come?"

Five meters, four meters, three meters, Han Fengxue smiled, so brilliantly, he knew that he only had one chance, and he would die if he failed.

Flash was activated instantly, and he had used Flash once when the giant eagle hit him when he cast the fire mist. Although he was hit, he only endured 30% of the giant eagle's force at most, and all his defenses were superimposed there, so he was only slightly injured.

"Be careful," the young man shouted in fear.

Unfortunately, everything was over, a big hand tightly pinched the boy's neck and lifted him up in the air.

"Let him go," the young man shouted at Han Fengxue.

He looked at the young man coldly and said, "Let him go. I'm still alive. If you don't want to collect his body, don't move. I'll let him go when I'm safe."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because you have no choice."

The young man looked at Han Fengxue blankly. He really had no choice. He didn't think Han Fengxue's life was more valuable than his brother's. "Damn bastard, why is he okay?"

Han Fengxue summoned the little eagle and took the young man away. He said to the young man, "I will let him go when we get to Yaohui College. But he will repay the humiliation today tenfold one day."

The young man watched Han Fengxue and his brother leave. He rode the giant eagle to chase after Yaohui College until Han Fengxue's figure disappeared.

Arriving at Yaohui College, Han Fengxue did not break his promise and let the young man go. He didn't want to cause trouble. It was a very unwise choice to kill the earl's son before he had a certain strength. A gentleman's revenge is never too late. He believed that as long as he was careful, they would not dare to deal with him in public in the college.

Seeing the boy's liver-colored face, Han Fengxue shook his head and said, "If I miss a waste like you, I will dirty my hands even if I kill you." After that, he turned around and left, leaving the boy trembling with anger.

When he returned to the dormitory, Han Fengxue's first thing was to find Ao Yunxing to inquire about the specific situation of the two brothers. This was his principle of "repaying favors and avenging hatred".

At night, the dragon and the phoenix danced in the kitchen. Han Fengxue was sweating profusely, but he still had a smile on his face. Feeling the beating of the fire element, he felt that he was also one of them. Han Fengxue found that he actually liked the profession of fireman. If it were before, he might have felt ridiculous.

"Xuefeng, I need to go to the bathroom. Please help me send these dishes to the lady's table. The lady and a few friends are in the third private room of the dry house on the third floor." The old man standing next to Han Fengxue said.

"Okay, Uncle Zhou," Han Fengxue readily agreed. After a year of contact, he and the people in the backyard were very familiar with each other. Uncle Zhou next to him was one of the people who was responsible for serving dishes.

This was the first time he came to the third floor, and Han Fengxue could only sigh at the richness of the dragon and phoenix dancing together. Finding the No. 3 private room of the Ganzihao, Han Fengxue knocked on the door and walked in.

At this time, the little witch was chatting happily with several noble friends of about the same age as him. Seeing Han Fengxue coming up, the little witch was stunned and said, "Boy, why is it you?"

"Miss, Zhou Bo needs to go to the bathroom, so I helped him bring the dishes up." Han Fengxue replied.

Several noble teenagers looked at Han Fengxue with contempt, and one of them fanned his nose and said with disgust: "Yue Ling, who is this, why is your whole body full of sweat and odor, isn't this affecting our appetite." The others echoed one after another.

Han Fengxue was not angry either. He had long been accustomed to these noble children. Apart from showing their noble superiority, they had nothing else to do.

The little witch explained, "He is a servant in the backyard."

Then she glared at Han Fengxue and said, "Put down the dishes and leave quickly."

Han Fengxue was too lazy to say anything more and was about to put the dishes on the table. Suddenly, a strong force came from his wrist. Seeing that the plate was flipped to the left, Han Fengxue quickly stabilized it and used Qi to flip the dish back, but the shaking of the plate still shook some of the soup in the dish onto a young man on the right.

Han Fengxue sneered in his heart, "You deserve it." He saw clearly that the young man's right hand shook imperceptibly, and then a strong force came from his wrist. It was obviously he did it deliberately to make the person on the left look bad. Unexpectedly, Han Fengxue stabilized it and spilled the soup on him.

"It seems that these people are not so harmonious internally."

The young man whose clothes were stained by the soup slammed the table and yelled at Han Fengxue, "You bastard, you actually stained me, the young master, you are looking for death." He slapped Han Fengxue with a slap.

Han Fengxue took a step back, easily avoiding the slap, and looked at the boy coldly.

The boy was stared at by Han Fengxue, and suddenly felt like he was falling into an ice cellar. He was a little guilty and said to the little witch: "Yue Ling, this is the servant of Longfeng Qiwu. If you don't give an explanation today, Longfeng Qiwu's golden signboard will be covered with dust."

Everyone pointed and talked, and the little witch looked unhappy. She glared at Han Fengxue fiercely and said: "Cancel your income for a year as compensation to Lan Shao."

After that, she looked at the boy and said: "I don't know if this is enough."

"Of course not, a lowly bastard like him can be worth a few dollars a year, can he afford it? His hand stained my clothes, so I want his hand." Lan Shao's tone was cold.

Han Fengxue's veins bulged, and he almost went berserk. If he just scolded him a few words, he might be able to bear it, but Lan Shao had violated his bottom line and actually called him a bastard. Considering that the teacher was still in the restaurant, Han Fengxue tried her best to resist the urge to take action on the spot. She sneered in her heart: "You want my hand, then I won't be polite either."

The little witch also frowned and said to the boy: "Mr. Lan, you are going too far. Without his hand, how can he live? Can you change the conditions?"

"What a joke, a lowly servant is going wild on my head. Is one hand enough? How he lives is none of my business. If you were not the owner of the restaurant, I would have taken action directly. As for how to choose, if you don't want this to be spread out and ruin your reputation, please consider it carefully."

The people around did not interrupt, watching the development of the situation with interest.

The little witch pondered for a moment and made up her mind: "Since Mr. Lan insists on this, I have no choice. I will give you face." His family is now asking for help from the boy's family, otherwise the boy would not dare to be so arrogant.

Turning to look at Han Fengxue, with a cold face without a trace of emotion, the boy not only took Han Fengxue's hand, but most importantly, slapped her face.

"You are so careless, you can't blame anyone, just blame your low birth." The little witch announced Han Fengxue's death sentence with one sentence. She didn't know that when this sentence came out, Han Fengxue also announced her death sentence in her heart.

Han Fengxue thought that because she was born in an aristocratic family, she was inevitably a little bit willful. Although she was often abused by her, Han Fengxue didn't blame her, but regarded her as a friend. But now, Han Fengxue has seen her other side, cold and ruthless, willing to sacrifice others for face. From now on, the two of them will no longer be friends, but enemies.