Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Lin Kun's face went ashen in an instant.

When he heard the three words "Iron Fist King," his eyes were about to pop out.

This...

How is this possible!

He might not have heard of the big shot called "Fang Yu," and indeed there were many in Jiangzhou with the name Fang Yu. But the Iron Fist King - there was no way he had never heard of him. That name was thunderous… The Fang Yu before him, his old classmate… How could it possibly be the "Iron Fist King"!!? Wasn't this his old classmate? A no-good thug, a hopeless loser! How could it be possible!?

In Jiangzhou, basically everyone had heard of the name Iron Fist King. It was a title earned through countless blood-stained and brutal events eight years ago. Rumors had it that the Iron Fist King, alone and unaided, had annihilated hundreds of martial arts experts, and no one could deal with the Iron Fist King. From then on, the reputation of the Iron Fist King spread far and wide.

Of course, Lin Kun had heard of this title, and even deep down he felt a profound reverence for such people. It's just... Eight years ago, the Iron Fist King mysteriously vanished, and there had been no news of him in the martial world. He could never have imagined that this Iron Fist King would turn out to be his old classmate!

This title, it crushed him completely!

...

Not only Lin Kun, even Jiang Wei sitting opposite felt shocked.

The nurse Fang Yu actually knew such a person and even called him Brother Yu.

However...

Fang Yu appeared relaxed and nodded lightly, saying: "Tiger, what brings you here too?"

"Heh, you're allowed to dine here but I'm not?" Yan Hu's face beamed with delight, "Was he not boasting to you all along, trying to insult you?"

"It's a trifle. It's not really an insult, what he said was mostly true," Fang Yu wiped his mouth and picked up his glass to drink.

Yan Hu nodded, understanding the situation.

He turned around, his gaze on Lin Kun suddenly turned icy—

"Kneel!"

Just two words, but these words carried an immense force, so oppressive it made it hard to breathe.

Lin Kun's mind went blank.

He was already sweating profusely.

"How..."

"Can't you hear what I said?"

Yan Hu's voice became even more chilling.

...

Lin Kun's pupils constricted.

Truth be told, if it were kneeling to Yan Hu, he would have knelt without hesitation. In Jiangzhou, who didn't know how ruthless Yan Hu was.

But—

To kneel to his old classmate who once insulted him, the bumpkin Fang Yu... he hesitated.

Just ten minutes ago, he had sworn to humiliate Fang Yu by any means necessary tonight.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yu turned out to be the Iron Fist King from eight years ago!

Even though reality was harsh and brutal, to kneel to Fang Yu!

I don't accept it!

How is this any different from killing me?

Huff!

Yan Hu kicked out!

With a thud, Lin Kun knelt straight in front of Fang Yu!

Pff!

Another kick landed on Lin Kun's back. Then Lin Kun staggered, not even managing to kneel properly, and he fell to the ground, his chin hitting the floor!

Just like before, Yan Hu was still the same impatient person.

Lin Kun's face flushed red.

This was a hundred times, a thousand times, a million times more unbearable than being forced to apologize! It was even more painful than dying!

To kneel before Fang Yu under the gaze of everyone

His so-called dignity, personality, status, position... All paled in comparison!

"Brother Yu, what do you think?"

Yan Hu retracted his sinister gaze and cheerfully looked at Fang Yu.

Fang Yu didn't speak and continued to drink.

Yan Hu glared at Lin Kun, coldly said: "Remember, the person who made you kneel today is me... My name is Yan Hu, 'Yan' as in strict, 'Hu' as in tiger!"

"Get lost——"

...

Humiliated, Lin Kun, despite his reluctance, didn't dare say another word.

He staggered to his feet, not even daring to raise his head, and turned to run.

As for his fair-weather friends, they had already disappeared without a trace.

Once Lin Kun left, Yan Hu's gaze fell back on the dining table, then looked again at Jiang Wei, who sat across from Fang Yu.

He cheerfully said, "Sister-in-law?"

"Don't spout nonsense; she is the President of Qingcheng International," Fang Yu retorted with a roll of his eyes.

During this exchange, several people who were drinking with Yan Hu also came over.

"A person who Brother Tiger treats like this, won't you introduce us?"

Yan Hu laughed heartily and said, "This is the expert I've recommended to you before, known as the Iron Fist King!"

Hearing this, surprise showed on the faces of the two men.

"You are the Iron Fist King?" one of the big shots asked as he stepped forward.

"Brave men don't dwell on the valor of the past," Fang Yu said with a faint smile, as everything from the past blew away with the wind, and was not worth looking back on.

Another unknown big shot, with excitement sparkling in his eyes—

"Brother Yu, you are my idol. Back when you were in Jiangzhou, you defeated the strongest King of Boxing who had won ten consecutive championships in Yanjing! I didn't expect to meet you in person today."

"Eight years ago, I intended to recruit you; with your skills, you definitely would become the strongest King of Boxing. I wonder why you suddenly disappeared?"

Both men wore puzzled expressions.

This matter, Yan Hu knew all too well and quickly changed the subject, saying, "It's all in the past. Now, isn't the Iron Fist King back?"

Everyone shared a knowing smile.

Fang Yu, however, shook his head and said, "Tiger, the Iron Fist King is a thing of the past, let's not bring it up again."

Seeing the seriousness in Fang Yu, Yan Hu dared not be careless, and quickly agreed, "Alright, alright, we won't mention it!"

The boxing big shot was still excited and curiously asked, "I have a question I want to ask in front of Brother Yu, I don't know if I should ask."

"Speak," Fang Yu's reply was brief, reminiscent of the former Iron Fist King.

Jiang Wei became even more convinced that the Fang Yu before her was no ordinary man.

"In the boxing circles, brothers say your fists are made of steel, is that true?" he asked, staring at Fang Yu's rugged hands.

"Purely a fabrication," Fang Yu said with disdain.

"But there are brothers who say you punched through a wall with your fist!"

"An accident, an accident, I was young and reckless... Plus, you think punching a wall didn't hurt?" Fang Yu deliberately extended his hand.

Everyone looked over, those hands aged as if they were old tree bark, mottled, with yellow calluses in his palms. Jiang Wei was quite surprised as she covered her cherry lips; it was hard to imagine that these old hands belonged to a man only in the prime of his life.

"I'm quite ashamed of these hands," the coach said, scratching his head knowledgeably.

Those in the know understood what these hands represented; they were the result of thousands of temperings. If not for that, even by working every day on a construction site, they wouldn't have turned out this way.

"Would you mind not looking at me so tenderly and affectionately," Fang Yu jokingly said.

The King of Boxing grinned and said, "It's not easy to meet my idol. I would like to exchange pointers with Brother Yu, could you give me a chance?"

It's the thrill of finding a worthy opponent, a meeting of talented minds. Only a truly satisfying fight can cure the itch.

"Are you joking? I haven't fought for a long time," Fang Yu replied, rolling his eyes.

"Please fight with me!" The King of Boxing simply ignored Fang Yu's excuses.