Dual Cultivation God Returns

“Where are they?! Where are those arrogant, clueless shitheads who meddled with my business?! Are you them?! No? Then show them to me! Show me the Supremely Handsome Young Master’s Entourage!”, an infuriated voice rang out on a very wide street with nothing but warehouses in a shady part of the Harbor District.

Wu Long turned his head to look at Kwon Qianhong who was standing to the side, slightly behind him, and it immediately became clear that the latter began panicking even though he was wearing a wooden mask, just the body language alone was enough to show he knew he was in trouble.

“Ehm… about that… Boss…”, Kwon Qianhong’s voice was nervous as he was trying to explain himself.

Meanwhile Wu Long’s gaze already shifted to Old Yen and Nie Guanting who both ‘failed to mention’ the name that the three of them were apparently operating under. The two standing straight with both hands behind their backs turned their heads away, playing dumb and trying their hardest to show they had nothing to do with this.

“Haa~”, Wu Long heavily sighed, lowering his face and mumbling under his nose, but very clearly to the three ‘we’re going to be talking about this after’, and raising his face back with a stiff expression and tone of voice loudly replied, “That’s us… you’re looking for us…”

His sensitive hearing picked up an explosion of laughter of beautiful female voices inside the warehouse Wu Long, the three guilty ones, and Butler Bang were standing in front of.

Wu Long’s jaws slightly clenched as Kwon Qianhong felt the cold breath of death breeze over him.

Meanwhile, the owner of the voice that shouted earlier appeared on the street from behind a corner. It was a middle-aged looking man wearing luxurious clothing, ones usually worn by nobles.

He was leading a small army of rough-looking men, so numerous that it appeared to block out the street as they turned the corner.

Anyone on the street that was unrelated to this hurried to clear out, not wishing to get dragged into whatever this was.

“So you’re the-… shit, he really is handsome… loathsome bastard!”, the man finally saw Wu Long’s face as the crowds dissipated from the street, making it apparent who he was speaking to, and sincerely cursed, the hate and fury in his eyes intensifying even more, “You messed with the wrong people, morons! To survive in these parts of the city you must know who to touch and with whom to never fuck around with!”

While this army of thugs were all warming up their muscles in the anticipation of a fight, behind Wu Long and his four subordinates were only a handful of workers who Kwon Qianhong temporarily hired to man this warehouse that he rented out for this whole operation. All of them froze in place, scared out of their wits at the sight of the thugs.

Wu Long just coldly looked on, not changing his relaxed pose with both hands behind his back.

“Listen here, shithead, you’ll reimburse me my losses, and will not only give up your profits, but will owe me twice that, due to be paid fully within a year. You do that, and you’ll get away with a warning. If not, we’ll start with broken legs and go from there, understood?”, the man didn’t like how relaxed Wu Long was in this situation, his Spiritual Sense looking for signs of some powerful allies nearby, but not noticing anything unusual, declared in a menacing manner.

However, Wu Long’s gaze was not on this man, and not even his personal bodyguard standing to his side, but on the one leading the roughnecks who stood to his other side.

“Tsk, I asked if you under-…”

“Hahaha, let me handle it, Mister Employer”, the leader of the outlaws came a bit forward, interrupting the nobleman, which earned irritation from the latter, but seemed to not bother him as he looked at Wu Long, “It seems this man doesn’t plan to settle this peacefully”

“Heh, fine… It seems this one wants someone to slightly reform that hateful face of his…”, the nobleman crossed his arms with a scoff.

“Or perhaps is delusional…”, the bodyguard spoke narrowing his eyes, offended that Wu Long never looked at him once even though he and the leader of the outlaws were of the same cultivation in 7th level of Essence Gathering Realm.

“I’m Lu Mang, also known as Crazy Mang, the leader of the Northern Docks Gang Alliance”, Lu Mang stepped forward, ignoring the bodyguard’s words just as he ignored the nobleman. His voice was loud and rough-sounding.

He wasn’t as tall as Nie Guanting, or even as Wu Long. But he had a robust, wide build, and slightly small for his face, but nimble and attentive eyes. His bald head with quite rough and large scars going over his face made him look the part of his stated title.

“Wu Long”, a step forward in the same relaxed manner forced Lu Mang to cautiously stop his approach.

‘Good, very good’, Wu Long inwardly praised as Lu Mang’s eyes showed shock and caution at the same time.

“Haha! This guy’s insane!”

“He actually wants to fight Boss?!”

“What an idiot!”

“Boss, let me handle this pretty-face”

“Wait, he’s… he’s only a Mortal Transcendence Realm pipsqueak!”

“Y-You’re right! What the-… Is this some kind of a joke?”

The rowdy crowd behind Lu Mang began hollering. seemingly assuming that their leader stopped to give Wu Long a chance to back out or at least send someone behind him. Only a few of his strongest lieutenants understood that it wasn’t so simple.

Lu Mang raised his left hand to quell the crowd, and a rather heavy steel club, but without any spikes, appeared in his right one as he moved not straight at Wu Long but to the side in a circular move while slowly lowering his raised left hand, earning confusion from his men, a look of surprise from the nobleman and one of disdain from the bodyguard.

Wu Long, however, continued to move forward in a leisurely pace and not changing his pose, not even taking out a weapon, only his head turning, following Lu Mang’s movement.

“Underestimating me…”, Lu Mang spoke with a slightly lowering voice, and then lunged at Wu Long with a shout, “…is a grave mistake!”

Wu Long’s hand rose, and with an open palm, in one fluid motion parried Lu Mang’s palm with bent but still open fingers resembling a claw shape, and proceeded to push Lu Mang’s chest, sending him several steps back.

Lu Mang’s eyebrows frowned as his eyes filled with shock, retaking his fighting stance, while Wu Long’s right hand returned behind his back and he continued moving forward.

“Haa!!!”, Lu Mang used a footwork technique that confused his trajectory and attacked again, this time with the club.

Wu Long’s left hand rose to meet it, and the club stopped a few centimeters away from his spread palm as if it seemed to encounter some invisible obstacle, as a very low ringing sound from how fast it trembled from side to side spread in all directions.

Liang Yuhan, who was among the beauties veiled by Fen Baihu’s powers, coming out to watch the fight, gasped, her face turning red.

Wu Mengqi turned to her with first a surprise, and then a grin full of mischief spread on her face as her eyes turned suspicious of that reaction.

Meanwhile, Lu Mang’s eyes widened in shock, his hand trembling from the intense vibration of the club. It was so unexpected and mind-blowing that for a moment he froze, but belatedly realizing the danger, immediately pranced back, drawing two lines in the dust on the road when his feet landed and slid from the force of his retreating jump.

Wu Long stood in that same relaxed upright pose, right hand still behind his back, while the other was in the position he stopped the club at, looking at Lu Mang.

“Lu Mang! What the fuck are you doing?! Are you fucking with me?!”, the nobleman shouted in rage, since for him it seemed that the outlaw he was paying to solve his problems was just playing around, while the bodyguard next to him once more narrowed his eyes at Wu Long.

“Berserk Stike of Fury!”, Lu Mang shouted as Profound Qi filled and wrapped around his club, but with a wave of Wu Long’s hand the club started being swayed and finally gave in, its trajectory unexpectedly turned, striking to the side and downward toward the ground.

Once again, Lu Mang managed to retreat, but the feeling that he was allowed to retreat intensified.

He made a new attempt, which also failed as his club once again stopped not far from Wu Long’s palm.

Almost simultaneously something flashed between Lu Mang’s eyes before he could react and the left side of his face burnt with intense pain as he flew back, falling to the ground and drawing this time one wide line in the dust with his back across the paved road.

The jaws of the whole crowd dropped in the suddenly befallen silence as they witnessed him being slapped away so fast almost none of them even saw it really happen, just the aftermath.

Wu Long stepped forward again, his right hand which was previously behind his back now slowly lowering from a position of finishing a slap, streaks of lightning dancing around it, as Lu Mang jumped to his feet with crazed eyes full of bewilderment and confusion, his left hand holding on to his reddened cheek, or more accurately whole side of his face, which quickly started to swell.

His knees slightly wobbled as he felt mild contusion, a ringing in his ears not subsiding as his vision slightly blurred, showing him the approaching figure of Wu Long multiplying and becoming one again and again in a loop.

Lu Mang raised his club, pointing it toward Wu Long to somehow ward him off, to stop him from approaching, as he staggered a little from side to side with rounded from intense shock eyes.

‘Hmm… a little too much… needs adjustment’, Wu Long thought inwardly as he approached Lu Mang regardless.

“R-Raging Barrage of-…”, Lu Mang shouted as his Profound Qi formed around him, ready to unleash a combination of multiple attacks as his club drew back to the left, aiming for a sweeping outward horizontal strike first, but Wu Long’s figure wrapped in lightning somehow was already too close, pushing the back end of the club with one palm, and unleashing another slap with the other.

This time the slap was slightly more measured, only sending Lu Mang staggering back, but still leaving a ringing in his head.

This continued several times as Lu Mang made attempts to attack but was slapped and sent staggering back in constant retreat as all his attacks were parried in unusual ways. Though the slaps slowly got weaker, or more restrained.

After a seventh slap his vision permanently showed multiple figures of Wu Long as he was no longer trying to attack whatsoever, but retreating with staggering, shaking legs, frantically waving his steel club from side to side in front of him.

“G-Go away! Y-You-…! W-What kind of M-Monster are you?!”, Lu Mang’s voice was full of genuine fear, but because his speech was slightly sluggish from the swollen – now from both sides – face, and continuous ringing in his head, it sounded more like ravings of a drunk.

But as soon as Wu Long raised his hand, the gang leader dropped to his knees, his weapon falling beside him with a loud metallic clang as he raised both hands up and cowered to the side, expecting another thunderous strike.

“S-Spare me, Mister… n-no Master… Master Supremely Handsome! Please! I-I know I am no match for you! I-It was m-my fault! I… have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai! Please spare me!!”, Lu Mang pleaded with garbled, slurred words, halfway through kowtowing as he realized that the slap did not arrive.

“…It’s fine, get up”

“Thank you Master Supremely Handsome, thank you!”, Lu Mang was continuing to kowtow, just nodding his head up and down to show he was repeatedly thanking him.

“I said it’s fine, get up… and don’t call me that, I told you my name is Wu Long”

“Ah… of course, Master Wu. I am sorry”

“Don’t let me repeat myself over and over, get up”

“Ah, yes!”, Lu Mang sprang to his feet, but staggered a bit.

He then strongly flinched when Wu Long grabbed his robes around his shoulder to help him stand without falling.

“Haa~, eat this”

“Th-than-“

“Just eat”

Wu Long gave him a pill, which the latter hastily threw in his mouth and coughed a little as he gulped it down.

The next moment the medicinal energy of the pill started clearing his mind, and even the swelling on his face started to very slightly recede.

“…-ou hear me?! Lu Mang!!! What in the Seven Heavens are you doing?!”, the nobleman’s voice finally reached Lu Mang at this point as it seemed like he was shouting for quite some time.

Lu Mang turned to the nobleman, still holding the left side of his head with his hand, his expression of someone still in a daze, unable to believe he survived, a bit wobbly on his feet but steadily and quickly recovering.

But as soon as his eyes focused a bit and he could see the nobleman…

“Hear you? Of course I can hear you, you idiot! Who wouldn’t hear you when you shout like a donkey in heat?!”, his expression then filled with rage as he shouted, stunning the nobleman, “I agreed to solve your problems for money, I never signed up to be killed by a monst-…”

He froze, and quickly gave a side-eye to Wu Long who seemed to not mind at all.

“Khe-khum, killed by a Supreme-… Master”, noticing the look on Wu Long’s face change slightly even with peripheral vision, as he got to that title, he instantly changed course, “You can take that money you promised me and shove it up your ass! I’m not doing this! I’m not fighting! And neither are my men!”

“Y-Yo-Yo-You! Have you gone insane?! Or did being hit in the head so many times turn you into an idiot?!”, the nobleman pointed his finger at Lu Mang in shock.

His bodyguard, however, noticed that the situation turned not in their favor, touching the shoulder of his employer.

The thugs that stood behind them seemingly didn’t appreciate the nobleman’s attitude toward Lu Mang one bit, and now that it seemed that Lu Mang also turned hostile toward the nobleman, their gazes were far from kind.

The nobleman turned to his bodyguard with an irritated “What?!”, but seeing the latter’s expression, and a nod to the side of the thugs, gulped, realizing how precarious his situation became.

“I-I’ll double the pay! And He Niu will join you as well! Surely he can’t beat both of you together! Ah! I-I know, you all can ovepower him together, there’s only four people working for him!”, the nobleman decided to switch the approach, a bead of sweat rolling down his side.

“Huu~uh?! Double the pay?! Even if you offered me your entire fortune I will not go against Master Wu! Who do you think Master Wu is? Is he someone the likes of you have any right to deal with? Know your place!”, Lu Mang moved out his jaw in an intimidating manner, though with still swollen face it was not only painful but had an opposite effect, and then turning to his men shouted “You lot! Start going back, I think the City Watch’s going to arrive soon. Remember, no one from our Alliance’s is allowed to mess with the Sup-… khe-khum, to mess with Master Wu’s people, understood?!”

“Understood!!!”, the entire ‘army’ of thugs shouted in unison, and obeying the previously given orders quickly started retreating, while Lu Mang turned to Wu Long with a slightly awkward smile, placing his hand on the back of his head and repeatedly making short and quick nods, “Hehe, my apologies for this whole mess, Master Wu, we really didn’t know who we were messing with. If you want, as an apology, I will beat up this insolent dog for daring to offend your esteemed self. Seriously, what an idiot. Not knowing how great Master Wu is, ha-pthoey!”

He spat at the ground toward the nobleman, though the spit did not fly far since his jaws and lips didn’t work properly.

But he was undeterred, turning back to Wu Long and adding “Honestly, I’d give my head… I’d give my arm… fing-…. a tooth! I’d give my tooth to go back so that none of this ever happened!”

“Not even two teeth?”, Wu Long’s eyes became full of amusement as he looked at the man.

“Eeh… o-of course~!”

“I’m joking”

“Ah, of course! Aha…. ahahahahaha! HA-HA-HA-HA! Master Wu is not only a master in martial way, but is a master at making jokes as well! There really is no end to your talents! Hahahaha! It’s so funny! hahaha”

Wu Long sighed, shaking his head, and turned to the nobleman who had a cornered expression on his face. He knew that if he tried to get his bodyguard to move, Lu Mang would bend over backwards to interfere in order to earn points in Wu Long’s eyes.

And at this time, a loud whistle cut through the air of the street as sounds of many footsteps in light armor reached their ears.

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