Chapter 1252: Getting Started "Hey, what are you guys standing there for? Get rid of that Lu Yun kid first! %&*";" Unaware of being kicked squarely in the face by Wang Shiyu, Gao Yang was furious. He now found himself deeply dissatisfied with these four who had paid him handsomely yet failed to protect him properly. Upon seeing Lu Yun, his eyes blazed with anger, and he bellowed at his four companions. All four immediately furrowed their brows, deeply annoyed by Gao Yang's condescending attitude. Still, they knew well that once you take someone's money, you must stand by them—there was no way around that rule. Moreover, they had been personally dispatched by their elder brother, so they wouldn't have come all this way to a remote village otherwise. At Gao Yang's command, the four instantly moved—three of them stepped forward toward Lu Yun, their steps steady and deliberate, their eyes filled with contempt. After all, what was a mere young kid? A simple flick of the wrist would be enough to knock him down. The young man staying by Gao Yang scanned the faces of Xiao Ying and her sisters with a lustful gaze, especially when he saw Shi Yu standing fully alert and on guard—his eyes gleamed with unmistakable admiration. He turned to Gao Yang and asked, "What shall we do with this little one who just knocked you down?" Although Wang Shi Yu had kicked Gao Yang in the leg, Gao Yang's anger had fully shifted onto Lu Yun. As long as he could give Lu Yun a good scolding, that single kick from the beautiful Wang Shi Yu would count as a soothing foot massage. "After all, she's just a girl. Just keep an eye on her so she doesn't attack me again," Gao Yang said, his gaze fixed on the three women heading toward Lu Yun, as if speaking casually. %&*"; Honestly, not bad. The guy by Gao Yang immediately felt displeased. He hadn't really intended to physically confront Shi Yu—his goal was merely to gain some advantage during their encounter. After all, the young girl had developed quite a full chest, and just watching her made him feel as though delicate feathers were constantly brushing against his heart, so gently that it even stirred sensations deep within his grandmother's home. Meanwhile, Lu Yun observed the three young men approaching him, showing no sign of agitation. With a glance toward Xiao Ying and the others, he said, "Shi Yu, take care of Xiao Ying and the girls. The rest is all up to me." As they spoke, the three young men had already reached Lu Yun. The leading one sneered, saying, "Wow, small guy with a big mouth!" Before he could finish, Lu Yun's figure blurred—then a loud crash, followed by a sharp crack of his nosebone. A searing pain radiated from his nose, and tears streamed down his face. He was completely stunned, his eyes and nose both sealed in one encounter. "To hell with you!" Lu Yun roared, drawing back his fist, turning around, and swiftly racing out toward the outside of the convenience store. Damn it—this store was only just newly established. If he had to fight them inside, the losses would be enormous. That's why Lu Yun had launched his attack first—to rile them up and drive them out of the store. Once they were outside, he could finally put his newly learned techniques from his dreams into practice. Indeed, the two remaining fighters were instantly vocal, shouting, "Younger brother, don't run!" as they surged forward. Even the one beside Gao Yang, who had been watching his elder leader—now with a broken nose, crouched on the ground, angrily cursing—was momentarily stunned, and then joined the charge. For heaven's sake, if they fell in a remote town secondary school, their four brothers would never have the face to follow their elder leader. After speaking, Po Yu immediately jumped over the counter, rushing out of the convenience store like a gust of wind, her mind constantly worried about Lu Yun's safety. Once Lu Yun stepped out, several students who had gathered outside were still there, but as soon as the class bell rang, they all looked dumbfounded and scattered off in all directions, rushing back to their classrooms. Well, fortune favors the bold! Lu Yun was delighted, leaping forward toward the small grove across the street. That area offered better mobility and was less likely to be noticed by the school teachers. As the three pursuing students grew increasingly frantic, seeing Lu Yun almost about to disappear into the grove, Lu Yun felt a surge of urgency—since they were unfamiliar with the terrain, if Lu Yun truly entered the grove, catching him would become significantly more difficult. Yet, as the three were speeding ahead, Lu Yun suddenly stopped by the edge of the small forest. The three paused, instantly gathering around him. The young man facing Lu Yun, with a few small whiskers above his lips, glared at him angrily, shouting, "For heaven's sake! Did you lose your nerve? Dare you touch my brother? I won't let go until I crush your testicles!" "Say that again?" Lu Yun replied with disdain, his eyes glancing toward the other two, then smiled dryly. "You two are also mine. I'll kick your mother's butt three times over." "By the gods, I'm going to break him!" As if completely incensed by Lu Yun's words, the three young men roared in fury and immediately launched a surprisingly unceremonious assault on Lu Yun. Lu Yun had exactly this effect in mind. To be honest, when Lu Yun first practiced the Dreaming Divine Fist in his dreams, he had focused solely on the punching techniques—since in daily life, when fighting with the school's ordinary students, he mostly relied on his fists. However, ever since the ancient figure changed, Lu Yun had developed a strong interest in palm techniques, finger techniques, and footwork. During his last encounter helping Dapeng against the junior high students, he hadn't fully satisfied his own potential—he still wasn't certain about the level of his own abilities. Today, he had just happened to meet several individuals who appeared far stronger than the local street kids—perfect candidates to practice against. With focused determination, Lu Yun faced the three strong and fierce men without the slightest fear. He swiftly bent low, evading a heavy straight punch aimed at his face. Though somewhat ungainly, he managed a lazy rolling dodge to avoid a kick from another attacker. By this point, Lu Yun had reached the third young man, who hadn't even had time to lift his foot. Lu Yun then extended both hands with lightning speed, grasping the man's ankles and pulling with force. The man collapsed backward, gasping as his back and crown collided with the ground, sending up a thick cloud of dust.