The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#256 - You can't

Jiang Yuanmao didn't waste any more words with this Northerner ginseng merchant who had infiltrated his birthday banquet, and he gave a look to his bodyguards on either side.

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The bodyguard closest to Lu Jing extended a hand and placed it on Lu Jing's shoulder, saying in a deep voice, "Friend, how about we go outside and have a chat?"

His tone was still considered polite, and the hand pressing on Lu Jing's shoulder didn't exert much force, seemingly giving Lu Jing some face in the eyes of outsiders.

But in reality, he had already secretly begun to circulate his internal energy, planning to give Lu Jing a harsh lesson. This time, he not only wanted to make Lu Jing lose his ability to move, but also wanted to inflict some internal injuries on him.

The bodyguard himself didn't have any personal grudges with Lu Jing, but as the saying goes, 'Those who receive money from others must help them avoid disaster.' Since they were hired by Jiang Yuanmao with money, they naturally had to act according to Jiang Yuanmao's wishes.

Although Jiang Yuanmao didn't speak, everyone could see that he was truly angry, so taking revenge for Jiang Yuanmao became the obvious thing to do.

However, the bodyguard didn't expect that this time he had kicked a steel plate. The internal energy that spewed out from his palm disappeared without a trace after entering Lu Jing's body.

It was cleaner than a treasury that had been raided by bandits.

And just as he was wondering where his true energy had gone, a surge of internal energy, so abundant that it was unimaginable, wrapped up the true energy that had previously disappeared and rushed back into his meridians.

The bodyguard was shocked and wanted to use his power to block it, but it was too late to react.

The internal energy rushed down like a destructive force, injuring his internal organs along the way, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. He had already suffered internal injuries!

At the same time, several angry shouts rang out beside Lu Jing, "How dare you, you little bastard!"

It was the other bodyguards who, seeing their companion injured, drew their weapons one after another!

However, perhaps because there were many eyes watching in the restaurant at this moment, they were still quite mindful of the rules of the martial world and didn't swarm forward. Instead, the oldest bodyguard stepped forward and spoke.

"Friend, you've hidden yourself well. We were blind and didn't realize that you were an expert in internal energy. In that case, let Zhong be the first to learn from your high skills!"

Old ginger is spicier, and the old bodyguard surnamed Zhong spoke very eloquently.

First, he put a hat on Lu Jing, saying that he was hiding himself deeply. This obscured the fact that his companion had lost his hand and spat blood earlier, and also preserved the reputation of the escort agency behind him.

If anyone mentioned this battle in the future, they could claim that it was a momentary carelessness, an accidental trick, rather than the bodyguard's own lack of strength.

The martial world is not just about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships.

The old bodyguard surnamed Zhong was obviously well-versed in this, but he didn't expect that Lu Jing wouldn't play by the rules. After hearing this, he only glanced at him and said, "You can't do it, you're not my opponent."

The old bodyguard surnamed Zhong's face became very ugly after hearing this sentence.

After all, to be told that you are not an opponent before you even show your moves is even more insulting than just extending a hand and flying out on your own. Even he felt that he couldn't save face, and this time he didn't know how to smooth things over.

While he was still racking his brains, he didn't expect that Lu Jing on the other side hadn't finished speaking.

After scanning the surroundings, he shook his head again and said, "Even if you all come together, you are not my opponent."

The old bodyguard surnamed Zhong felt a surge of anger in his heart when he heard this. He glanced again at the bodyguard who had just vomited blood and was injured. At this time, two bodyguards had placed their palms on his back, circulating their energy to heal him.

But the two were sweating profusely, but they still couldn't resolve the internal energy raging in their companion's meridians, and the face of the guy in their hands looked pale.

A pair of eyes, one large and one small, were staring at Lu Jing at this moment.

Some guests recognized that he was a recently recruited expert from the Chang Le Gang. Although he was only a Hall Master, his martial arts were better than many of the Gang Leaders. He had already reached the second-rate realm, and he only needed to stay in the gang for a little longer, accumulate some contributions, and he could be promoted to Gang Leader immediately.

So many people began to calculate in their hearts. They had long heard that Jiang Yuanmao and the Chang Le Gang were very close, and now it seemed that this was indeed the case.

For Jiang Yuanmao's sixtieth birthday, the Chang Le Gang actually sent a second-rate expert to support him. This was a great deal of face. As a result, those who wanted to befriend Jiang Yuanmao or the Chang Le Gang became active at this time.

Especially those martial artists, who were shouting and yelling, "Why should Hall Master Yao be tired? We can capture this thief!" and so on.

It was quite a show of force, but that Hall Master Yao was an impatient person.

He only stared at Lu Jing and drew the sword from his waist without saying a word, stabbing it over!

As soon as he drew his sword, everyone in the restaurant felt a chill in front of their eyes, and regardless of whether they knew the goods or not, they shouted "Good!"

Then they saw that the terrifying sword suddenly changed from motion to stillness, stopping in front of Lu Jing's face.

Of course, the sword didn't stop on its own.

Although the Hall Master Yao surnamed Yao didn't want to cause any deaths, since he had drawn his sword, he always wanted to see blood. This was his way of the sword.

It was also his consistent style of doing things.

Only by making the enemy deeply feel the pain would they remember this lesson, and they would not dare to offend him easily next time. This was much more useful than verbal warnings and exhortations.

But this time, his sword didn't see any blood after it was unsheathed, because it had been caught in someone's hand!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Hall Master Yao wouldn't have believed that there was someone in this world who could directly grab his long sword with his bare hands.

At this time, the cheers in the restaurant had not even subsided, and they seemed particularly ironic when they reached his ears.

It was as if those people were not cheering for his sword, but were cheering for Lu Jing.

It wasn't until those people saw clearly what had happened that the cheers stopped abruptly, and those martial arts heroes who had clamored to help Hall Master Yao share his worries also closed their mouths and didn't mention it again.

The entire restaurant was as if it had been cast with magic, falling into a strange silence.

After a moment, another voice rang out.

Lu Jing smiled and said to the Hall Master Yao of the Chang Le Gang, "You can't do it either."