World's Best Martial Artist 116 Going Home

Fang Ping casually grabbed a hand that had reached over to him, pinching the wrist so hard it turned blue.

Surprisingly, the person did not struggle, nor did he pull out a weapon. Instead, he was nodding and bowing as he looked at Fang Ping with an imploring gaze.

Shaking his head slightly, Fang Ping released his hand.

The person ran away faster than a rabbit, disappearing with a few people who seemed to be his partners in crime, leaving not a shadow in sight.

Fang Ping could not help but lament. In a different world, even thieves had such miserable existences.

In a world with martial artists, who could know whether or not the people beside them were martial artists?

If they were to bump into a martial artist in a random theft, no matter how fearless they were, they could only admit defeat and act pitifully.

Clearly, when Fang Ping casually grabbed his hand, the other person became aware that he might have encountered a martial artist.

…

The incident at the train station was a minor hiccup.

At 4.20 pm, Fang Ping arrived smoothly at the Sun City train station.

Upon his return to Sun City, Fang Ping could not help but feel a little emotional as he walked out of the train station.

He remembered when he first met Wang Jinyang, the latter was also filled with emotion.

At that time, Fang Ping was unable to relate to those feelings.

Now, he had returned to Sun City. Although Fang Ping had not executed any missions, and he had not experienced many life or death situations, but just a few hours ago, he had personally killed two young martial artists.

A small city like Sun City was always so comforting and relaxing.

Martial artists were high above the rest, far away from everyone else's regular lives.

In contrast, in an entire year, there might not even be a single homicide case here.

Did anyone know Wang Jinyang had made a name for himself, sweeping through the four corners of the outside world?

Did anyone know that not only did he, Fang Ping, become a martial artist, but that he had also killed two Peak Rank-1 martial artists?

None of them knew!

They only knew about the biggest news from the internet. They knew that the Penguin's Grandmaster Ma had broken through Rank-8, and they knew that the Raccoon's Master Ma had officially become a Grandmaster.

In their eyes, the world was just that big. Being a martial artist was just that simple.

"It's good like this as well…"

Standing outside the train station, Fang Ping mumbled softly.

After entering a martial arts university for a month, there were some things that Fang Ping was not completely ignorant about.

Every year, many martial artists died. Every year, there were martial artists who lost their minds and were overwhelmed with pressure, resulting in gory crimes that would leave people breathless.

Yet, all of these things were covered up by the higher-ups.

Martial arts universities were also contributing to the concealment.

If this was back in his previous life, Fang Ping would definitely have typed out a few lines as a keyboard warrior. This was stripping them of their rights to be informed!

In this life though, Fang Ping thought it was better for this sort of thing to remain unknown.

Normal people should live normal people's lives. Just living in happiness and peace, and even if there was not much wealth, no one heard of anyone who starved to death either.

Would they have anything to gain from learning about these incidents?

Other than creating panic, there was absolutely no use of learning about this!

If they were to really encounter a vicious martial artist, they would just become hapless casualties; there was no way normal people could stand up to them.

If you were not informed, then even if you met those evil people, perhaps they might decide not to bother you.

If the sky fell, there would be the mighty figures to hold it up. If the mighty ones could not hold it any longer, then there were still those low-ranked martial artists like Fang Ping.

If Fang Ping and the rest could not hold it any longer, then that would be the time when regular citizens had the right to know, for if the special class of people could not carry the burden, then it might really be the end of the world.

As these thoughts flashed through his head, Fang Ping shook it quickly to clear his mind before heading toward home.

…

Scenic Lake Gardens.

At the main door.

Just as Fang Ping reached the door, someone gave a sudden cry. "Fang Ping!"

As soon as Fang Ping heard this voice, he felt a rush of joy and he smiled brightly. "This brat, coming to welcome me at the door even though I didn't say I was coming back today."

Siblings would be siblings, and loved ones were loved ones.

Even if no one knew you were coming back, they would still always be waiting and looking forward to it.

Feeling joyful, Fang Ping was now a little embarrassed to follow through with his initial thoughts of pinching that chubby, round face.

"Fang Yuan, you've matured. There's no need to pick me up though. Your brother has now become a martial artist. It's just a small luggage bag, I can handle it easily."

Fang Ping walked towards Fang Yuan, praising his little sister along the way.

Fang Yuan looked like she'd seen a ghost. With a nervous expression on her face, she asked, "Fang Ping, why did you come back in the afternoon?"

"There are many people in the morning and fewer people in the afternoon, so I thought coming back in the afternoon was pretty good…"

"Oh, yeah, it's pretty good…"

Fang Yuan swallowed and said hurriedly, "Really, not even a call before coming home. Quickly, let's go upstairs!"

Fang Ping laughed. "There's no rush. How long have you been waiting? Really, the weather now is quite hot, you could have just waited inside the house…"

"Big Sister!"

"Sister Fang, we're here!"

"Big Sister, today, we definitely have to teach those jerks from that nearby high school a lesson. Those bitches had the nerve to steal our territory!"

"Big Sister, you even found a guy to join us? Getting a guy involved isn't a great idea, is it?"

"If you wanted to find one, you might as well have gotten someone more muscular. This one's a little skinny, isn't he?"

"…"

Fang Ping was at a loss for words.

Fang Ping turned to take a look at them. Coming around the sides, there were about seven or eight girls close to Fang Yuan's age hopping and bouncing over.

These girls were young, but the words they said led to a very imaginative scene.

"Big Sister?"

Fang Ping's face turned darker than a piece of coal.

'What the hell happened in these two months that I haven't been home?'

'Round Face became a gang leader?'

'Which meant she wasn't waiting for me here. She was waiting for this group of brats in preparation to snatch someone's territory?'

'What the f*ck did I miss?'

Fang Yuan's face crumpled as she said miserably, "If I said this was a misunderstanding, would you believe me?"

"Ha ha!"

"Brother, listen to me…"

"Brother?"

As the word "brother" left Fang Yuan's mouth, one of the girls said gleefully, "Boss Fang is back! We have support now!"

"Brother Ping is back!"

"Brother Ping is a martial artist. Our Yuan Ping Club is going to be famous!"

"Welcome, Big Brother!"

"…"

As the girls chattered noisily, someone noticed the odd look on Fang Yuan's face. The two girls with whom she had better relationships suddenly screamed, "Quick, run!"

"Big Brother, we mistook her for someone else. We weren't here to see Yuanyuan!"

"Run!"

"Why must we run?"

"Stop asking. Run first, then we'll talk!"

"…"

The girls ran like the wind, disappearing without a trace before Fang Ping could even open his mouth.

The corner of Fang Ping's mouth twitched. Suddenly, he grabbed Fang Yuan's face, pinching with all his might as he smiled menacingly. "Wow, looks like you've gotten very skilled!

"Big Sister!

"Since when did Round Face become a Big Sister?

"And Yuan Ping Club!

"Like I'll let you have this Yuan Ping Club! Like I'll let you become a gang leader or a gangster!"

Fang Ping lost his composure, pinching his little sister's cheeks as he knocked her on the head!

'How long have I been gone?'

'This brat is uncontrollable now!'

"Bwother, Oi'm innocent (Brother, I'm innocent)…"

Fang Yuan tried to explain dispiritedly, as her face was being pinched.

"Innocent, my ass! I saw it with my own two eyes. Yeah, Fang Yuan, you've really become skilled. Your brother at a martial arts university didn't even dare to become a boss. You're really great! Better than me!

"Also, I'm your older brother. What's the meaning of Yuan Ping Club?

"Why isn't it Ping Yuan Club?

"Bah, that's not right, whatever club it is, just stop it now!"

With one hand, Fang Ping pulled on his sister's cheek as his other hand dragged his luggage bag towards the house.

Fang Yuan followed along pitifully, lamenting inwardly, 'Who knew you were coming back today? Also, I established the club, so of course my name is in front.

'Also, stop pinching my face. Can't we just talk it out?'

…

When he reached the house, Fang Ping didn't open the door himself. Still with one hand pinching his sister's face, the other holding his luggage bag, he said, "Open the door!"

Fang Yuan rolled her eyes as she thought, 'You're addicted to pinching me now, aren't you!'

Unfortunately, she was no match for him. Plus, she was caught red-handed, so Fang Yuan could only pull out her keys and open the door.

Once the door opened, Fang Ping heard his mother's voice traveling out. "Yuanyuan, you're back?"

"Mom, it's me."

"Pingping?"

Li Yuying hurriedly walked out of the kitchen. The moment she saw Fang Ping, she said happily, "I thought you weren't coming back after all. When I asked you yesterday, didn't you say you couldn't?

"Really, not even a call before coming home. I'll give a call to your dad and ask him to bring back some braised vegetables…"

"Mom!"

Beside him, poor Fang Yuan was being ignored as she thought, 'Can't you see that Fang Ping is pinching my face?'

'My face is about to swell, won't you save your daughter?'

It seemed like Li Yuying had only just noticed her daughter. Seeing that the siblings had started fighting the moment they saw each other, she did not know whether to laugh or cry. "What happened?"

Fang Ping was a little frustrated as he said, "Mom, you need to pay more attention to this brat. Guess what I just saw downstairs?

"It's chaos! This brat had the nerve to start some sort of club, and they were even about to steal territories…"

"You said that what… What, Yuan Ping Club?"

Fang Ping stared blankly as Li Yuying spoke. Even their mother knew?

Li Yuying was also a little weary as she continued, "Yes, she should be taught a lesson but I can't get through to this brat.

"She's not even that old, but she just had to start a stall and create a business with those classmates of hers. Every single day, they have to fight for a spot. It's gotten so out of hand, even their school teachers know about it.

"You said you wanted to work and study at the same time. You could've just gone to put up your stall somewhere else, but you little brats just had to put it up at school. Even the teachers are starting to take notice of it.

"You're already in Year 3 of junior high, you should be getting ready to take the high school entrance exams. Does our family really need that little bit of money?

She sighed. "Pingping, it's good that you're back to talk some sense into her. This brat doesn't listen anymore…"

"Put up a stall? Fighting for a spot?"

Fang Ping was stunned for a moment. What was going on?

He realized he was still gripping his sister's face and let go. He seemed to have misunderstood something!

Fang Yuan massaged her cheeks moodily, feeling wronged. "Fang Ping, all I did was sell a little of your stuff. Was it really worth pinching me for so long?

"It's not like you use them anymore, so I was just salvaging some waste and opening a market…"

"Shut up!"

Fang Ping scolded unhappily. "I kept telling you earlier not to do this kind of thing, yet you're still blindly stirring things up!

"As if stirring things up by yourself isn't enough, you even got your classmates into this mess!

"Didn't you hear what mom said?

"Even the teachers have started to take notice!"

Fang Ping went along with it, quickly changing the topic as if he did not feel the tiniest bit of regret for his misunderstanding.

As he spoke, Fang Ping's face turned stony. "What stuff of mine did you sell?"

Fang Yuan did not make a sound.

Li Yuying said amusedly, "Other than two changes of clothes, you don't have anything else left."

"Huh?"

Fang Ping felt a little stunned as he thought, 'Even if I didn't have much, I've probably collected a bunch of knick-knacks from when I was young up till now, haven't I?

'But what's Mom saying now?

'They're all gone!'

Without another word, Fang Ping dashed into his room.

…

A minute later, Fang Ping reemerged from his room, his face dark.

"Fang Yuan, you've really done it now!

"Even my toothbrush is gone!

"And where are my slippers?

"My cup?

"Even my towel!"

"…"

Fang Ping wished he could kill her with one smack of his hand. 'You really thought your brother wasn't coming back anymore huh?'

Lowering her head, Fang Yuan muttered, "Isn't it fine if I buy you some new ones? With one old item, I can get you three new ones. You really don't know how to live life…"

"You shut your mouth! Will it be the same? I have sentimental feelings for the old stuff. Would I feel the same for the new ones?"

"Aren't they just the same? I personally think new ones would be better…"

"You still dare to talk back?"

Fang Ping was furious. This time, he grabbed Fang Yuan's face with not just one hand, but with both hands as he pulled on both sides.

Fang Yuan felt frustrated as she mumbled, "That's enough. Stop finding excuses to pinch my face. If you don't, I'm going to get mad."

"You dare to get mad?"

Fang Ping sniffed contemptuously. He continued to rub and pinch her face for a while before releasing Fang Yuan.

"From now on, no more of this nonsense! Do you hear me?

"If there is a next time, I'll break both of your legs!"

Fang Ping gave a stern warning. He did not know whether it was actual interest or just wanting to join in the fun, but this girl was always thinking about these things.

Just how old was she?

Fang Ping did not wish for Fang Yuan to get involved with too many shady businesses at her age.

Having taught his sister a lesson, Fang Ping and his mother started talking about university life.

In Fang Ping's words, the university was great.

The school's meals were free, he lived in a single-unit luxury condo, his instructor particularly liked him, and medicinal pills and elixirs were given freely.

His classmates were very friendly, and the girls were also very enthusiastic…

Overall, the university he described was basically heaven.

As she listened, Fang Yuan forgot about the pain in her face as she was filled with envy.

Li Yuying was also very happy, especially because she found out earlier that her son had become a martial artist.

Li Yuying talked a little about what happened back home. Fang Ping becoming a martial artist was something quite a few people knew about.

Fang Mingrong was now an official staff at the Department of Education. He worked from 9 to 5, his main job being drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

Li Yuying was not working anymore either. She was now in charge of taking care of Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan also benefited from this. At school, as she had become a legitimate "Gang Leader", even the teachers treated her very well.

In this small street, the neighborhood committee and property owners had come together to pay a visit to them just a few days ago, giving them a fair amount of little gifts. Every day, there were security guards who would patrol around the bottom of their building. Even if there was not any realistic use for them, their sincerity could be felt.

As for maintenance fees, nobody mentioned it anymore. To have a martial artist living in your street was an honor for you. Who would still ask for maintenance fees?

Everything at home was peaceful and smooth-sailing.

Fang Mingrong would sometimes bring home some snacks or drinks, all provided by his department.

Hearing his mother's account of what has happened, Fang Ping felt very relaxed.

Sometimes, people were just that easy to satisfy.

When his father came back, and Fang Ping saw that his father's face was glowing and that he was healthier and much more cheerful than before, he felt even more relieved.

The family ate a sumptuous dinner together, and everything was perfect.

That is, if you did not include some minor incidents…

For instance, when Fang Ping was about to eat, he realized it seemed like there was a set of cutlery missing from the family's complete set.

For instance, when he wanted to drink water but he could not find a cup…

Fang Ping really wanted to ask, which moron bought those things?

However, seeing his sister's wary look, Fang Ping decided to let her off the hook. After all, he would be sticking around for a few days this holiday, so there was still plenty of time for him to bother her.

"Home is still the best…"

After eating and drinking his fill, Fang Ping lamented once again. He was experiencing some belated fear in his heart. If he had been killed this morning, what would the scenario have been like?

Releasing a breath, he suppressed these thoughts. He should just cherish life because nobody wanted to die.

Chapter end