Invincible Divine Doctor of the Beautiful Lady-Chapter 653 - 633: Which Onion Is It Again?

"Hmph, where did this insufferably arrogant nobody come from, daring to be so wild and presumptuous within the Prince’s Mansion? Truly ignorant." A grating voice came over, and a flamboyantly dressed young master approached, his face full of displeasure as he looked at Hua Yuntao. In his eyes were contempt, disdain, and an oppressive aura, as if he were far superior to others. This kind of feeling, like a dragon looking down at a tiny ant, is something those without certain status could never truly understand.

As Huangfu Qingyu had said, anyone who could come to the Prince’s Mansion was not of trifling significance; each one possessed a deep and formidable background, and everyone was not to be trifled with. The person before them was named Jin Peng, whose family background in the business and political worlds was quite extraordinary. Although he wasn’t part of the Crown Prince’s Faction and merely counted as an insignificant player here, for ordinary people, he was definitely not someone to provoke. The elites, after all, have the arrogance of the elites.

Youthful vigor was most fully realized by young people who took their sense of superior status and identity to extremes, and Jin Peng was indeed quite outstanding in showcasing this trait. That’s why, although no one else had stepped forward yet, he wanted to seize the opportunity to stand out. Jin Peng’s move also caused many spectators to watch with amusement. They were happy to observe the drama.

Though Tangyu’s reputation was now very large, comparable to top male and female stars, and he was widely recognized as the Divine Doctor, the savior of traditional medicine, these accolades were really only relevant to ordinary people. To those from the Prince’s Mansion, all of whom were hardly ordinary, their judgment could not be based on common folk’s thinking. Tangyu’s fame and status in Donglin City had been fully acknowledged, and even among the upper echelons of society, Tangyu had come to be regarded as Donglin’s sixth young master, with his position in Donglin City utterly at the peak.

But after all, this was Capital City, the capital of Huaxia Country, the heart of Huaxia’s power, beneath the feet of the Son of Heaven. The people here naturally carried a bit more arrogance than those of the major families in Donglin City. Even if Tangyu was a ferocious dragon across the river, in the Capital City, he was still not valued by these young masters — a fierce dragon on their turf had no choice but to bow its head. Of course, the fundamental issue was still Tangyu’s background; his humble origins meant that he was not from the same world as these young masters, and such discrimination was deeply ingrained in their bones. Without any background, no matter how famous one became, to them, you were still a nobody. For instance, to them, even those top stars were nothing.

This is a matter of realm.

So, from the moment Tangyu arrived, he faced the collective disdain and mockery of the masses, each wanting to trample on him.

"And who do you think you are? Do I know you?" Tangyu calmly replied.

Jin Peng’s face instantly flushed with anger. A nobody dared to speak to him with such tone; that was a slap in his face, an assault on his dignity. Such behavior was absolutely intolerable to Jin Peng. Boiling with rage, Jin Peng took a quick step forward, stopping in front of Tangyu and glaring furiously at him, "Your father here is called Jin Peng. Open your dog’s eyes and look closely."

"Oh, so you’re a bird? No wonder you look like that," Tangyu replied in feigned realization.

Jin Peng’s expression instantly soured, and understanding Tangyu’s insinuation, rage erupted like a volcano. Jin Peng is indeed a mythical bird in Huaxia mythology, the mount of the Buddha. This was his sore spot—anyone who dared mock him this way would not be let off by him. Jin Peng was already very displeased with Tangyu, and now that Tangyu had hit a nerve, his fury was uncontrollable, and he looked ready to devour someone.

The onlookers who were there for the entertainment laughed heartily, though their eyes turned even more displeased with Tangyu. He was challenging the dignity of the young masters of the Capital City.

"Yo, Jin Peng, you really are a bird alright. How can you stand being bullied like this?"

"Jin Peng, this isn’t your style at all. Don’t lose face for us now."

"Jin Peng, show that guy how formidable you are."

The crowd of onlookers incited further, each one taking pleasure in the misfortune of others, wishing the world to be in chaos.

Jin Peng was already furious, and with this provocation, he felt his cheeks burning even more. If he didn’t regain some face today, how would he ever be able to hold his head high among the elite circles in the future? For a long time, he’d become the butt of their jokes. Such an outcome was something Jin Peng was unwilling to endure. Therefore, what he had to do was to thoroughly crush Tangyu underfoot and trample his dignity to defend his own stature as a young master. This was the only way.

"Tsk, so clueless. Don’t die without knowing how it happened. Don’t think you can wield influence with some trashy badge and rely on public opinion pressure. Let me tell you, it won’t work here. Using the pressure of public opinion and a trashy badge, you think it will make Yu Lingfeng let you off once, and you’ll have the capital to show off here? If so, then today, I will let you truly face the reality and understand that reality is cruel," Jin Peng scoffed.

Jin Peng’s venomous words didn’t concern Tangyu at all; a Jin Peng was far from worth his regard. "A trashy badge? Are you referring to the Founding Medal? Are you saying that the Founding Medal is just a trashy badge, daring to insult the Founding Medal like this?"

Jin Peng froze, and his heart thumped as he realized he had said the wrong thing. Speaking too hastily without thinking it through, he didn’t expect to be caught by a slip of the tongue. Insulting the Founders’ Medal was something he wouldn’t dare do with a hundred guts—as it was a grave crime. If it were pursued, no one could save him. Recovering from his momentary stupor, Jin Peng became infuriated and roared, "You’re looking for death!" Before the words had faded away, Jin Peng swung his fist at Tangyu, like a great roc spreading its wings.

Although he was a complete wastrel, he did have some skills under his belt. They weren’t very strong, but he had some moves; clearly, he had trained from a young age. The punch he threw came heavily and fiercely. It would have easily subdued an average person, but Jin Peng was facing none other than Tangyu, a true practitioner and absolute expert, a young prodigy who had reached the Grandmaster Realm in martial arts. Even against experts from the Xuanwu Group, Tangyu could easily kill them, let alone a pampered rich young master.

No matter how good the techniques were in the face of Tangyu, they were all but feeble gestures, fleeting as clouds.

"Go to hell," Jin Peng sneered inwardly, believing his punch could swell Tangyu’s face, knocking out a few teeth. He could almost see the bloody scene, which excited him. However, his excitement quickly turned to shock when he realized his fist was suddenly restrained by something. Focusing, he saw Tangyu’s hand holding his fist. Jin Peng’s gaze turned icy as he gritted his teeth and exploded with strength into his fist, attempting to break free—but his efforts dissipated like throwing stones into a vast sea, to no effect. Struggling, Jin Peng found that his fist couldn’t budge an inch.

A chill went down Jin Peng’s spine, and it dawned on him that Tangyu was no pushover; at the very least, he was a master in combat. He had been far too careless and unexpectedly kicked an iron plate.

Before Jin Peng could think further, a tremendous force transmitted through his fist. Pain surged, and he involuntarily stumbled backward, his arm going numb. Such humiliation made Jin Peng look even worse.

After retreating a good four or five meters, Jin Peng finally steadied himself. Looking around, there was naturally no shortage of laughter.

"Ah, Jin Peng, haven’t you always bragged about being tough, saying you could take on ten and even compared yourself to Li Lianjie? What happened today? Suffering from impotence? Or did you overexert yourself last night?"

"I’ve always told you to take it easy at night; you can’t afford to be premature at crucial moments."

Such remarks made Jin Peng feel utterly humiliated, his eyes now flickering with lethal intent. When had he, Jin Peng, ever endured such disgrace?

Jin Peng was furious, completely enraged, his expression twisted and his eyes bloodshot as he charged again, this time with a silver delicate pistol in his hand. Pointing it directly at Tangyu’s head, he looked viciously and hissed, "Fight, go ahead and fight! You think you’re so good at fighting? Let’s see if your fists are faster than my bullets, if you can defeat my gun. Boasting all the time, now boast for me, will you?"

Seeing Jin Peng draw his gun, Huangfu Jing grew angry herself, thinking it was taking things a bit too far. In a hand-to-hand confrontation, she was confident Tangyu could easily handle the situation, but using a gun was crossing the line.

Huangfu Qingyu, however, seemed to be eagerly anticipating the show, quite pleased to witness the scene.

Huangfu Jing glared coldly at Huangfu Qingyu, wanting to step in front of Tangyu to protect him, but Tangyu stopped her with a look, signaling her not to intervene and that he could handle it. His gesture made Huangfu Qingyu pout in frustration, feeling annoyed. Here they were, still pretending to be cool even at this critical moment—well, let’s see how you die then.

"That’s right, Jin Peng, you should have resorted to your ultimate move earlier. No matter how good your Kung Fu is, a bullet will bring you down. Shoot him a few times first, then talk."

"Bang, bang, bang— I love the sight of blood spurting out."

"Heh, Jin Peng, I’ve always heard you’re a good shot; today you’ve got to give us a demonstration."

Tangyu merely watched Jin Peng with a calm demeanor, which made many uncomfortable, particularly Jin Peng. He thought that by brandishing his gun and bringing out his trump card, he’d regain his imposing aura, and Tangyu would finally weaken. But to his surprise, the expected scenario didn’t happen; instead, he still saw a face of calm indifference. Such tranquility was provocative in Jin Peng’s eyes.

"You are challenging me. Do you really think I’m playing with you? It seems you’re courting death," Jin Peng raged and lifted his hand to shoot Tangyu in the leg. However fast he was, someone was faster. How could Tangyu possibly let Jin Peng shoot him? So, when Jin Peng had the motivation to shoot, Tangyu had already moved, closing the distance with a quick step to meet Jin Peng. His hand, swift as a phantom, snatched the gun from Jin Peng’s hand, stopping him from firing.