Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1241 - 549: Minor Scuffle

Guest room on the second floor.

"How's the situation?"

Ding Hui let out a lazy yawn.

Skipping one or two meals meant nothing to them both.

Heading downstairs to ask about food was merely a pretext to scout the scene below.

From Fang Yu’s composed face, Ding Hui figured everything was handled.

"Merely some minor pests; rest assured. They won’t touch a hair on your head."

Fang Yu had checked the blood bars of those downstairs—the top one was merely an elderly captain, and the rest weren’t even noteworthy.

As Ding Hui mentioned, this initial scouting group lacked real power.

No!

Truthfully, our side holds overwhelming strength.

Among martial artists, a Thousand Blood Warrior counts as formidable.

Ordinary folk view a Two Thousand Blood Warrior as an elite expert, a celebrated genius.

Hitting Three Thousand Blood Warriors grants captain status even in giant groups like the Foolish Underworld, hitting the entry point for leadership.

Dispatching a Three Thousand Blood Warrior just for scouting reveals substantial support from their backers.

But...

Fang Yu relaxed his grip, then balled his fist once more.

For a guy like me today, only a captain with five or six thousand blood could strut around me; the rest don’t qualify.

Those downstairs...

Total domination—if conflict erupts, it’ll be utter crushing!

Confidence surged in Fang Yu’s chest, his eyes gleaming brightly.

"That assured?"

Ding Hui caught Fang Yu’s vibrant aura and teased lightly.

"Of course; if I can’t handle this opening test, how could I chase down their backers?"

Ding Hui giggled behind her hand; confident guys appealed to her.

Fang Yu had strength before, yet missed that innate vibe of the mighty.

Now though, he’d gained it!

True confidence shapes a warrior—guiding combat choices, fueling unbreakable faith in power, swaying victory’s edge.

Thus, Ding Hui saw no issue in Fang Yu’s bold stance.

Still, his shift started post-Bloodline Spirit ability gain.

She pondered if spiritual power merging tweaked Fang Yu’s temperament subtly.

Those details could wait for later scrutiny.

For now, she itched to witness Fang Yu’s showing.

Still, she tossed in a dash of caution to temper his fire.

"Diao Deyi, avoid excessive overconfidence. Forces sending thugs our way pick either ruthless killers or those with special edges. Their raw strength may lag yours, but unique tricks let them stir chaos—stay vigilant."

Fang Yu gave a small nod.

He got it.

Sure, the bunch below looks like weaklings at first glance, but a sneaky ploy flipping my boat in calm waters would be hilarious.

Worse, if they push me to Demonization or Bloodline Spirit activation, that’d mark total defeat for me.

Ideal is pure stat dominance—no cheats, just raw numbers smashing foes flat.

After some thought, Fang Yu inquired.

"Ding Hui, when do you reckon they’ll attack?"

She’d mulled this before, answering swiftly.

"Normally, they’d wait for deep night when we’re asleep—silent hours perfect for ambush. Yet they’ve got an ideal chance right now."

"What chance?"

Fang Yu felt confused, missing her point.

Right then.

Thud, thud, thud.

Footsteps echoed from outside, rapidly nearing before halting at their door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Knocking rang out with an unfamiliar tone.

"Honored guests, your meals have been delivered."

Not the earlier waiter’s voice.

Fang Yu eyed Ding Hui; she smiled back, gazes meeting in silent accord.

Indeed...

A prime moment.

Won’t this tip off the prey?

Or perhaps, with rivals aplenty, impatience drives an early lunge?

Fang Yu nearly chuckled.

Preempting needs setup.

Against a ripe persimmon, jumping ahead of rivals claims the prize—that’s smart striking first.

But turn that into a steel persimmon, and rushing in becomes suicide first.

Downstairs watchers might see this tester as bait, unaware they’re the clowns.

"Honored guests?"

Two more urgent knocks from outside.

Fang Yu’s gaze sharpened.

"Coming."

He called out, shot Ding Hui a look, then marched to the door.

Nearing it, Fang Yu sensed the outsider’s murder intent building, blatantly amateurish.

Brushing it aside, Fang Yu gripped the knob, poised to swing it open...

Buzz!!

Sword gleam burst through the door, slashing viciously at those within!

Straight for the heart, a one-shot kill!

Swift blade strike, yet Fang Yu evaded faster.

Like precognition, a quick shift dodged the thrust.