Chapter 1676: Use fists to make sense

Ye Bufan smiled coldly: "Since that's the case, let's settle this with our fists."

"Father, kill this guy to avenge me, you must tear him to pieces…"

Seeing that the other party still had no intention of letting him go, Li Ying immediately shouted loudly.

But before he could finish shouting, Ye Bufan slapped him to the ground.

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

"Kid, how dare you!"

Li Minghai could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and slammed a palm over.

As soon as he made his move, a figure flashed before his eyes, and Ye Tian was already standing in front of him, throwing a punch.

Fists and palms met, and with a loud bang, the violent airflow instantly shredded the surrounding tables and chairs.

Then a figure, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward, revealing Li Minghai, who had been sent flying.

He was merely a Martial Saint Middle Stage, so how could he be a match for Ye Tian?

"You…"

Li Minghai flew dozens of meters before steadying himself, a sharp pain coming from his arm. He looked down to see his entire arm red and swollen, almost completely crippled.

At this moment, a storm raged in his heart; he had never dreamed that the other party's strength would be so formidable.

He asked with a solemn expression, "Who exactly are you?"

Ye Bufan completely ignored this question; what greeted Li Minghai was Ye Tian's overwhelmingly powerful punch.

This time, Li Minghai dared not be careless in the slightest. He swiftly drew the long sword from his back, and a sword light slashed towards Ye Tian's fist.

The Diancang Sect's swordplay was known to be exceptional. In his opinion, since his fist technique couldn't suppress the opponent, he would use his sword.

Facing the descending sword light, Ye Tian remained fearless, smashing his fist forward with great force.

With a crisp crack, as fist and sword met, the long sword was actually shattered into pieces by Ye Tian's punch, scattering through the air.

"This…"

Li Minghai's face was filled with horror. He never expected the opponent's Physical Body to be so powerful.

One must know that although the sword in his hand was not a peerless divine weapon, it was definitely a High Grade good sword, yet it was shattered by a single punch.

"Wait a moment, we should have a good talk."

Li Minghai realized that he was absolutely no match for the opponent and immediately shouted loudly.

Ye Bufan smiled indifferently, "Isn't this us talking? We're just reasoning with our fists."

As soon as his voice fell, Ye Tian threw another punch. At this moment, Li Minghai had no retreat,

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he could only force himself to exchange another punch.

When the two fists collided, with a crack, this time his arm was broken in half by Ye Tian's punch.

"Ah!"

Li Minghai screamed tragically. Seeing Ye Tian charging towards him like a prehistoric beast again, he quickly shouted, "I surrender, Young man, I surrender."

"Come back!" Ye Bufan didn't intend to kill him. He called Ye Tian back and said playfully, "How about it, have you understood the reasoning?"

Li Minghai supported his broken arm and said resentfully, "Speak, what do you want?"

Ye Bufan said, "It's simple, just like your son, kneel down and apologize to them."

"That's impossible, I am from the Diancang Sect…"

Before Li Minghai could finish his sentence, Ye Tian slapped him to the ground, then grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, throwing him heavily in front of Ye Bufan.

"This…"

Li Minghai was filled with anger and humiliation. As the Sect Leader's son of the Diancang Sect, when had he ever suffered such humiliation throughout these years?

But now there was no other way; with his meager cultivation, he had no room to resist in front of them.

Ye Bufan squatted down, looked at him, and smiled mockingly: "Can you do it now?"

"Yes…"

Li Minghai had just said half of it when he suddenly leaped into the air, pouncing directly towards Ye Bufan.

According to his thoughts, even if he wasn't a match for Ye Tian, he could definitely capture this Young man in front of him.

As long as he held a hostage, everything would be easy.

However, he didn't notice that at the moment he made his move, a hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of the few people around him.

Li Minghai was initially worried that Ye Tian would come to his rescue, but the other party stood quietly by, not even showing any intention of making a move.

Before he could even react to what was happening, a crisp slap echoed in his ears, and a big slap sent him sprawling to the ground.

"Uh…"

He was completely stunned. That slap from the opponent directly shattered his protective True Qi, revealing that he was also a Saint-Grade expert, or perhaps even higher in cultivation.

"How is this possible?"

If it weren't for the stinging pain on his face, he would hardly believe any of this was real.

How old was this Young man in front of him? To reach the Martial Saint Realm in his twenties, how much of a Prodigy would that require?

Ye Bufan looked at him and smiled, "How about it? Want to try again?"

"I…" Li Minghai gritted his teeth, "Kid, even if you have some skill, I am from the Diancang Sect, and my father is an Imperial Realm

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expert…"

"Slap!"

Before he could finish, another big slap landed on his face.

After hitting him, Ye Bufan casually picked up a bamboo skewer from nearby. "It seems both you and your son have the same temper, always liking to bring up the Diancang Sect. It seems I still need to have a good chat with you about the art of barbecue."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Li Minghai's lower abdomen. "You tell me, should I skewer the left one first or the right one?"

"Uh…"

Li Minghai immediately understood what the 'art of barbecue' was all about. Although he was now old, that thing was still useful to him.

Moreover, if he really were skewered, and this matter spread, what face would their Diancang Sect have left?

"Young man, I was wrong, I'll kneel, I'll apologize!"

The guy covered his lower abdomen with both hands and quickly changed his tune, fearing that if he was a moment too slow, that bamboo skewer would fall.

"Now that's a good attitude." Ye Bufan smiled slightly, "Begin, and hurry up."

This time, Li Minghai dared not hesitate in the slightest. He knelt with a thud before the boss and his daughter.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault, I failed to raise my son properly, it was my Diancang Sect relying on power to bully others. I apologize to you…"

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Ye Bufan: "Young man, can we leave now?"

"Of course not. Didn't you see? Your actions have ruined their business. You should at least compensate them for some money!"

Ye Bufan said, "How about I make a decision for you? I won't ask for too much, just 1 million will do!"

"Uh… 1 million…"

Li Minghai and his son almost choked on their own saliva. How much was this small shop worth? 1 million just like that, and he said it wasn't too much!

Although their Diancang Sect also had secular industries and some savings, spending this money still felt too humiliating.

He said, "This, 1 million is too much, isn't it? The losses here only add up to about ten or twenty thousand."

"Economic loss of 10,000, and your son's forcible snatching caused 990,000 in emotional distress. What, is that number too much?"

Ye Bufan said, picking up the bamboo skewer again, "Or should we have a good talk again?"

"No need to talk, this number is not too much at all, we will pay immediately."

Li Minghai shivered in fear as he looked at the bamboo skewer. He quickly took out his phone to transfer the money, and soon 1 million was deposited into the barbecue shop's account.

After paying, he said again, "Young man, can we leave this time?"