Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 630: Humiliation For The Birch Leaf Merchant Clan
Han Yu did not stop walking.
The crowd was now buzzing in shock.
"Who is this man?"
"He slapped three people in one swing!"
"I think he is enjoying himself."
Han Yu almost smirked at that one.
Two more guards approached. One grabbed Han Yu's shirt from behind. The other tried to punch him square in the face.
Han Yu bent slightly and angled Huamu Ye into the path of the punch.
The guard punched his young master directly in the ribs.
"AAAAAGH! YOU HIT ME, YOU IDIOT!" Huamu Ye screamed.
"I am sorry, young master!" the guard cried in horror.
Han Yu grabbed the guard's arm and threw him into his companion. Both men crashed into a nearby vendor stall. Vegetables scattered, a sack of onions burst open, and a chicken ran out squawking in terror.
At this point, only one guard had not moved yet.
The only one who mattered.
Elder Bai.
He was older, calmer, and far more dangerous. A Core Condensation realm cultivator. The guard captain. The only man in the entire Birch Leaf Merchant Clan with real power behind his fist.
He had been watching everything with narrowed eyes.
While the other guards panicked, Elder Bai analyzed. Unlike the others, he was no fool. He could tell the man they were fighting was not a normal commoner. Not even a hidden rogue cultivator.
He was something else entirely.
Elder Bai stepped forward. His aura rippled around him like a tightening rope. He inhaled deeply, then vanished.
He reappeared behind Han Yu using a footwork art, moving silently with deadly precision. His palm cut through the air, reaching for the exposed side of Han Yu's neck.
If he landed that strike, he could paralyze Han Yu for a few seconds.
Enough to pull Huamu Ye to safety.
But Han Yu had sensed him long before he even moved. His spirit sense painted the battlefield in precise detail. Elder Bai's movements appeared slow, predictable, obvious.
Just as Elder Bai's hand neared Han Yu's throat, Han Yu extended a single finger behind him.
A tap.
Nothing more.
The tap landed against Elder Bai's chest, right where his meridians crossed.
The Soul Stinging Needle activated.
Han Yu infused his Soul Qi with a chosen emotion: laxness.
A soft, numbing wave entered Elder Bai's body. His muscles loosened, his focus blurred, and his killing intent slipped.
His perfect strike turned sloppy.
His fingers brushed past Han Yu's collar instead of grabbing him.
Elder Bai froze.
His eyes widened.
"What… how did I miss…" he muttered in shock.
Han Yu finally turned.
Still holding Huamu Ye by the arm, he smoothly pivoted and faced Elder Bai who tried to regain his footing.
Han Yu smiled faintly.
"Here. You can have him back."
He swung Huamu Ye toward Elder Bai.
The guard captain instinctively reached out and managed to catch the flailing young master against his chest. But before Elder Bai could stabilize his posture, Han Yu stepped in.
One swift kick.
His foot sank into Elder Bai's abdomen and the man flew back several meters, choking and curling over instinctively. Huamu Ye was ripped from his arms mid flight and fell directly onto Han Yu's shin with a pathetic thud.
The young master screamed as if someone had ripped out his spine.
"AAAAAAGHHHHHHH! MY BACK! MY BACK! I AM DYING!"
"No, you are not," Han Yu said calmly. "You are just weak."
The town square erupted with whispers.
"That man just kicked Elder Bai!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"No one has ever kicked Elder Bai!"
"The Birch Leaf Clan is being humiliated."
The remaining guards lay trembling on the ground, clutching bruised faces and cracked pride.
Huamu Ye lay curled like a shrimp, clutching his back and sobbing pathetically.
Han Yu stood tall in the center of the carnage like an executioner reviewing his handiwork.
His plan was working perfectly.
And the time for the next move was approaching swiftly.
For a long moment after Han Yu's final strike, the street remained frozen. The guards writhed on the ground, clutching their faces, their pride shattered far more than their bones. Huamu Ye lay curled in a pitiful ball, both hands wrapped around his lower back as he sobbed and wailed in a voice so shrill it made several onlookers flinch.
Han Yu looked down at the trembling man with a mild tilt of his head. He did not feel even a ripple of sympathy. If anything, Huamu Ye looked like a sloppy pig after a butcher missed the correct stroke. Pathetic, messy, loud.
And irritating.
Han Yu could sense his condition with ease.
The bones were bruised but not broken. The muscles were strained but not torn. With treatment and perhaps a bit of medicinal paste, Huamu Ye would recover. But he would certainly not be walking properly for a couple of days. And he definitely would not forget this day for the rest of his life.
The people watching from a distance were petrified. Their eyes bulged, their mouths hung open, and their breathing halted. Not a single person dared to speak aloud, but the buzz of their thoughts seemed to shake the very air.
"Is this real?"
"Young Master Huamu Ye was beaten like a dog."
"Even Elder Bai lost. How is that possible?"
"Who is this man?"
Han Yu could feel the eyes glued to him. Shock, awe, terror, disbelief. Grey wisps of surprise energy drifted from the crowd. Violet wisps of fear. Here and there a faint green spark of admiration.
The people were starved for justice. And finally, someone had delivered it.
Elder Bai groaned as he pushed himself off the ground. His breathing was shallow, but anger radiated from every fiber of his being. He checked Huamu Ye quickly, muttering something about fractured pride and bruised ribs. Then he turned to Han Yu.
Han Yu could feel the emotion rising in him. A series of sharp red wisps, thick and pungent. Pure hatred and humiliation.
The guard captain squared his shoulders and glared straight at Han Yu.
