Jujutsu: Eight Magical Skills At The Beginning, Admission Is A Special Level

Chapter 19: Is this it?

Jumping off the carriage, the encirclement narrowed further.

Lu Bei quickly scanned the faces of about ten actors in the crowd, all of them looking shifty and idle.

He was looking for the leader among this group of people.

Question: How can you distinguish between the underlings and the leader at a glance?

Answer: Personality.

In the real world, the underlings wear checkered shirts and have tattoos, while the boss wears a suit, leather shoes, and a big hairstyle. Many of them choose to wear gold-rimmed glasses, trying to make themselves look like social elites.

In the world of film and television, the underlings carry various guns and wear bulletproof vests, while only the boss carries a handgun and a tactical dagger, firmly believing that fists are faster within seven steps.

In this world...

Lu Bei, who had just arrived and had not yet discovered any patterns, thought that it might be because the level of these small gangsters was too low, and the boss didn't have the money to highlight his personality, so he perfectly blended in with his underlings.

"Which one of you is the boss?"

Lu Bei scanned the crowd again and calmly said, "Just a friendly reminder, my cousin is the county captain of Great Victory Pass. I just had dinner with the magistrate, Mr. Zhu, a few days ago. If I get hurt, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

"You talk too much. I'm going to beat someone like you, a spoiled brat."

"It seems like you're the boss."

Lu Bei looked at the ruffian who spoke and paused for a moment before continuing, "You don't give face to the magistrate or the county captain. Should I say you're audacious... or fearless?"

"What magistrate? What county captain? Stop talking nonsense!" the ruffian boss sneered.

"Alright, someone is looking to teach you a lesson. Not only will I ensure your safety, but I'll also spend money to send you to another county to enjoy food, drinks, and entertainment for a while."

Lu Bei nodded and beckoned to the ruffian boss who was sweating on his forehead, "Don't try to hide it. It's too fake. You're sweating. Come on, come over and beat me up. After I'm done, I'll report to the authorities and collect the money."

The ruffian boss was stunned by the words, unable to decide whether to advance or retreat. He couldn't figure out where he had slipped up.

When the enemy doesn't move, I'll make the first move.

Lu Bei narrowed his eyes, lowered his body suddenly, and rushed towards the nearest ruffian. He reached out and threw a straight punch, hitting him right on the nose.

Instantly, the ruffian transformed from a tough guy to a butcher, blood gushing out of his nose, which was now crooked to one side. It looked like a soy sauce shop had opened, with salty, sour, and spicy flavors all pouring out.

The remaining ruffians saw this and rushed forward, swinging their fists.

Lu Bei dodged and blocked in the crowd, and after a few breaths, he knocked down this group of ruffians.

His understanding of martial arts was limited to "Handsome Guy Self-defense Techniques." Boys should learn to protect themselves when they go out. He had learned some techniques online before transmigrating.

At first, he didn't want to learn.

But big data was really powerful, and he secretly found out that he was a handsome guy. Related videos were recommended like crazy.

Nowadays, Lu Bei had made some progress in practicing the "Demon-Slaying Sutra." With his strength and speed, he easily overwhelmed about ten ruffians without any skills. He simply went straight at them and completely dominated the scene.

His unbeatable record was perfect, and the scene was so brutal that it was comparable to an adult man going to a kindergarten class.

"Speak!"

Lu Bei grabbed the ruffian boss by the collar and punched him, not waiting for him to beg for mercy before following up with another punch. "Be sensible, don't talk tough. My fists are tougher."

"I'll talk."

Punch!

"I..."

Punch!

After repeating this a few times, Lu Bei felt satisfied. He finally gave the ruffian boss a chance to speak.

The other party was very sensible and realized that he had encountered a lunatic. He didn't want to continue getting beaten up, so he quickly spilled the beans about the person behind him.

"For the sake of the hero's knowledge, it's... "

"Hmm?!"

"Please spare me, young hero."

"Continue."

"It's Feng Si, he told us to come."

The ruffian boss burst into tears and pleaded, "I didn't want to offend the young hero either, but if we don't follow his orders, we won't be able to make a living in Great Victory Pass in the future. We had no choice!"

"It's heartbreaking to hear this. It's really hard for you to encounter such an unreasonable person." Lu Bei sympathetically nodded and punched the ruffian boss in the face, hitting him hard twice before lifting him up.

Admit your mistakes and stand firm when being beaten.

Don't talk about how you had no choice. He only knew that he was the one being attacked. As a victim, he had to arm himself with a tough attitude to prevent being bullied in the future.

Punch! Punch! Punch!

After three punches, Lu Bei shook the ruffian boss and wiped the blood from his fists on his clothes. "One last question, make it clear. My superior has a lot of power, and I won't pursue the matter of you beating me."

"Young hero, you have a strong sense of justice."

The leader of the hooligans nodded hurriedly, forcing a smile that looked more awkward than crying as he pulled at his wound.

"But..."

Liu Bei narrowed his eyes, "Let me make it clear first. My eldest cousin is the county captain of Great Victory Pass. He is ruthless and cruel, and he would prefer to chop off people's heads and kick them like balls for fun. If he finds out that someone has bullied me, he will claim all of your heads."

"I dare not. I will speak the truth. Please don't disturb the county captain."

"Who is Feng Si and where is he? Where did you meet him?" Liu Bei pressed.

"I am Feng Si."

A voice came from outside the alley, and a tall and thin figure walked in. The leader of the hooligans dared not meet his gaze and, after being released by Liu Bei, ran away with his gang.

Liu Bei ignored the group of lackeys and frowned, "You dare to reveal yourself after being identified. There must be someone behind you. Zhu Kui sent you, right?"

The tall and thin figure within his line of sight had dark skin and a steady gait, indicating that he was not an ordinary person, which made Liu Bei somewhat uncertain.

"You're wrong," Feng Si shook his head and said frankly, "Although I know Young Master Kui, he has never ordered me to do anything. I am here to teach you a lesson on his behalf."

"Looking for trouble? You have nothing better to do?"

"You could say that."

Feng Si did not argue and continued, "Young Master Kui is generous and treats his friends sincerely. He will definitely not treat me poorly for accomplishing this task."

"That makes sense, but I don't believe it. He must have ordered you," Liu Bei insisted.

"Believe it or not."

A cold light flashed in Feng Si's eyes as he strode towards Liu Bei and his five fingers turned into claws, grabbing at Liu Bei's shoulder.

Liu Bei instinctively lowered his shoulder and dodged three steps away.

Feng Si let out a soft sound of surprise, his claws tearing through the air like silk, and his claw shadows enveloped Liu Bei tightly.

Liu Bei felt countless claw shadows coming at him from all directions, blocking all his retreat paths. He raised his hands to protect his head.

Just as he was thinking about using all of his stored experience points to launch a counterattack, a message popped up on the panel.

Not many, just about ten.

[You have been attacked. After deducting defense, your health points -1]

[You have been attacked. After deducting defense, your health points -1]

[You have been...

Health points: 536/550

Liu Bei: (_)

Is that it?

It turns out this spearhead is not very useful!

Taking a calming pill, Liu Bei no longer panicked. He covered his handsome face with one hand, took a big step forward, and punched Feng Si squarely in the face with his other hand.

Bang!

A perfect hit.

Feng Si covered his nose and kept retreating, blood seeping through his fingers, tears blurring his vision as he looked at his prey in disbelief.

Something's not right. I was supposed to have a little bit of cultivation. Why is he so resistant to my attacks?

Liu Bei suffered a disadvantage due to his lack of combat experience, but after confirming that Feng Si was not as formidable as he had imagined, his "Bully the Weak" buff shone brightly. His momentum quickly soared, and he rushed to Feng Si's front, continuously throwing punches that made Feng Si cry out in pain.

The tide turned, and now it was Feng Si who struggled to defend himself. Several times he tried to figure out Liu Bei's punching technique, but he was repeatedly struck by Liu Bei's unpredictable punches.

This wave of fast attacks was a victory of attributes.

After taking several heavy blows, Feng Si felt a tightness in his chest. He seized the opportunity when Liu Bei threw a punch and rolled away like a tiger, creating distance in a smooth manner.

After getting up, Feng Si was panting heavily. Seeing that Liu Bei seemed calm and had not yet exerted his full strength, he decisively took out a short knife from his Universe Bag.

He threatened in a cold voice, "Kid, your fist skills are good, but Feng Si has never relied on fists to roam the world. It's this fast knife of mine."

"Coincidentally, I have one too." Liu Bei smirked and took out the Hundred Refinements Blade, pointing it at Feng Si.

The blade gleamed with a chilling light, and it was even longer than the short knife in Feng Si's hand.

Feng Si: "..."

Something's not right!

Something is very wrong!

(End of this chapter)