020 Black Bear Practices Kung Fu 020 "Cattle-car horse—who dares move my brother?" Zhou Quan saw Lu Yun about to suffer, roared out a powerful roar from Henan—a lion’s cry—and surged forward like an arrow leaving the bowstring. As his feet touched the ground, he planted his left foot and swiftly lifted his right leg, delivering a sharp kick to the thigh of one young man who was supporting his bald head. Though Zhou Quan wasn’t as clever as Lu Yun intellectually, when it came to fighting—he was truly excellent. His body moved smoothly like fish in water, and his strikes were both swift and brutal. While Zhou Quan was busy attacking, Lu Yun wasn’t idle either. He tossed the rice bucket he held toward the man charging at him. As that man leaned his head aside to evade, Lu Yun stepped forward and landed a solid straight punch on his face—so hard it sent tears and nosebleeds cascading down. "Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? You just complained about your neighbor—you think you're dealing with someone ordinary now? Cattle-car horse! Cut off your own finger, then kneel before Xiao Ying and apologize—otherwise I’ll personally kill you!" Lu Yun’s eyes were bloodshot with fury as he turned and raced into the kitchen. From there, he pulled out a sharp vegetable knife and slammed it down right in front of the stunned young man. "What... what?" The young man had completely lost his earlier boldness now, staring at the blade laid before him—he was on the verge of having to pee into his trousers. "What do you mean 'what'?" Zhou Quan kicked over the man he’d just swept with his leg and charged forward. "Listen—you’ve got three seconds to follow what my friend said—otherwise I’ll peel your skin off!" With all the energy in him, Zhou Quan held the knife right against the man’s neck, ready to make good on his threat. A few more brave students and female classmates had gathered near the entrance of the canteen earlier, watching the commotion unfold. Now seeing Zhou Quan with the knife pressed firmly against someone else's neck, they all froze in place—each one quietly slipped out without a word. "What... do you know who I am? You dare to lift that knife against me?" The man, once confident and trying to maintain his composure, now trembled under the pressure of the blade, lying motionless on the floor while still attempting to threaten Lu Yun. "I’ll make sure you’ve got a good reason for this!" Zhou Quan pulled back the knife slightly and gave it a cool, deliberate swing before returning it to its resting place. "Either you take action—or I do." "Lu Yun," said Xiao Ying, who had been caught taking advantage of the man’s attention, now rushing over to Lu Yun in panic, “please ask your friend to stop—don’t let this situation get any worse.” This girl was none other than Xiao Ying—no wonder Lu Yun had insisted on confronting these three brash young men so fiercely. In Lu Yun's heart, Xiao Ying was already his future wife. If someone stole even a single moment of intimacy from her, he wouldn't hesitate to fight to the death. "Zhou Quan," Lu Yun said calmly, eyes fixed firmly on the man, "hand over that knife—let him do it himself." His voice carried an icy calmness—so composed, so unyielding. "I’ll be darned—don’t you see? I’m not going to let you get hurt!" Xiao Ying, being a girl, flinched immediately upon hearing Lu Yun’s words and felt the weight of her own responsibility pressing down on her. She didn't want to risk hurting Lu Yun because of her personal discomfort. "Then there's no 'but' about it," Lu Yun cut in, grabbing Xiao Ying firmly by the shoulders and whispering close to her ear. "Xiao Ying—when I grow older, I’ll marry you. From this moment on, no harm will ever come to you. If the Emperor himself comes along and tries to bully you—I’ll personally finish him off." Hearing Lu Yun’s heartfelt words, Xiao Ying blushed deeply—not just from embarrassment, but realizing she now had no power to stop him. With a gentle nod, she said, "Just promise me—please don’t actually cut off his finger!" Lu Yun smiled confidently. "Rest assured—I’ll have full control of the situation." Then, with complete confidence and grace, he wrapped Xiao Ying in his arms, radiating pure happiness. While Lu Yun and Xiao Ying were tenderly holding hands, Zhou Quan stood there, swinging the knife playfully, chatting with the man now kneeling on the ground. "Hey, buddy—what’s your name? Which class?" "My name is Zhou Gaoren—I’m from Class 3-2," said the young man. "I know I’ve made a mistake—I just beg you not to cut off my fingers!" "By heaven! You and me share the same surname—Zhou! Back home, let your dad change it for you! How could you possibly leave me with only half a finger? Gaoren—you're not even worth a single drop of sweat. If you don’t get moving right now, believe me—I’ll slice off your whole hand!" Zhou Quan stared at the stunned Gaoren, unable to comprehend how such a timid man had managed to sneak up on a girl during the chaos. "Enough! Your presence has ruined my entire business—please just go back and leave me alone!" Zhang Yi emerged with his belly puffed out, gasping as he spoke, clearly agitated. "Zhang Black Bear—you didn’t see me already engaged in work? How can you possibly interrupt?" Zhou Quan, ever bold and fearless, now stood firm, holding the knife high as if ready to chop down anyone who dared speak another word. "By heaven—don’t think that just because you’re holding a broken vegetable knife, you’ve become the Jade Emperor! Do you believe I can flatten you with one punch?" Zhang Yi’s hatred for being called "Black Bear" had intensified—he now looked even darker than a native from central Africa, his face streaked with fury. "If you insist," Zhou Quan responded, heatedly lifting the knife and ready to charge forward. "Then let's see—whose strength is greater—the punch of your arm or the sharpness of my broken knife?" "Zhou Quan," Lu Yun quickly stepped in, holding up his hand to stop him, giving a subtle eye gesture to indicate he should listen. With a deep breath and a strong cough, Zhou Quan spat out a thick wad of phlegm and said, "Well—this is lucky for you. Black Bear—here comes your vegetable knife!" Then, with a powerful motion, he tossed the blade toward Zhang Yi. Zhang Yi watched as the knife spun through the air in mid-air before landing just one meter away from him—then, swiftly extended his large, meaty hand and caught it solidly at the edge of the blade. Zhou Quan’s eyes nearly widened—he had never seen such strength. The man’s hand wasn’t merely steady—it was strong enough to catch a knife thrown with full force without even touching the blade’s surface. As Zhang Yi beamed proudly, his skin remained untouched—what a miracle! Lu Yun, still facing away from Zhang Yi, hadn’t seen the interaction at all—the only indication of what had just happened was in Zhou Quan’s face expression. From that look, it was clear Zhang Yi had taken no injury. "Mr. Lu," said Zhang Yi now standing with his hand firmly gripping the knife blade, "you may go—you’ve done well enough—just let me clean up this fellow's mouth." With a broad smile, he pointed at Zhou Quan. ... The Rural Beauty, 020 Black Bear Practices Kung Fu — Updated!