"I didn't expect you to hold your liquor this well. Let's get together again soti!" Cheng Feng said, looking at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen coldly smiled, ignoring him, his steps sowhat unsteady.
In the past, this amount of alcohol wouldn't have ant anything.
Unfortunately, it's not the alcohol that gets people drunk, it's the people themselves.
"Take it slow!" Wu Qiaoyun hurriedly caught up, supporting Yang Chen, and said worriedly, "Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
After all, he had drunk two bottles of baijiu, which was quite alarming to anyone watching.
"I'm fine!" Yang Chen replied indifferently, not caring at all.
Even though Yang Chen said so, Wu Qiaoyun was still worried. She put all her effort into supporting him, carefully helping him down the stairs.
Two people approached from the other side.
Upon seeing these two people, Yang Chen's eyes slightly narrowed, and so of the alcohol in his system seed to dissipate.
Ever since he started cultivating, Yang Chen couldn't even get drunk anymore, as he would subconsciously expel the alcohol.
This ti, however, it was because he noticed sothing different about the two people ahead.
Their steps were steady, and the power displayed in their movents was definitely not sothing achieved in an ordinary gym.
Moreover, there was a hint of killing intent between their brows, making them appear not so simple.
But Yang Chen didn't intend to ddle, still pretending to be drunk as he walked down.
The two noticed Wu Qiaoyun and couldn't help but take another look, saying simultaneously, "Look at that woman, she's beautiful!"
"That's nothing. Don't you rember that stunning view of Left Envoy Yang at the banquet a few days ago?"
"Are you talking about Yang Chenxi?"
"No way. I heard her na is Yang Xin."
"I'm not sure, but I think her surna is Ye!"
"Who knows? That person's background is very mysterious, but she's really beautiful!"
…
Hearing their conversation, Yang Chen suddenly stopped in his tracks.
No matter how hard Wu Qiaoyun tried, she couldn't move him and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"
"Stop!" Yang Chen said coldly.
The two were stunned for a mont, turned around, and looked at Yang Chen.
At this mont, there was no trace of drunkenness in Yang Chen. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, with a cold glint as he stared at the two and asked coldly, "Who is this Left Envoy Yang you just ntioned?"
From their conversation, Yang Chen felt sothing unusual, instinctively thinking this matter was related to Ye Xin!
"Who are you!" The two saw Yang Chen was no longer drunk, his eyes sparkling, seeming not to be an ordinary person.
"Answer my question!" Yang Chen demanded forcefully, his voice carrying a commanding tone.
The two furrowed their brows, exchanged a glance.
In Ancheng, this was their territory. No one dared speak to them in such a domineering manner.
"Do you know who we are?" The one in the checkered shirt stared at Yang Chen coldly.
Yang Chen stared at them, "I don't care who you are. If you don't answer my question, don't think about leaving!"
"You're courting death!" The two angrily clenched their fists, revealing their upper body muscles.
The one in the checkered shirt even popped his shirt buttons, revealing strong muscles.
Wu Qiaoyun was terrified by their intimidating presence, hurriedly pulling Yang Chen, "You, don't cause trouble, let's go quickly!"
She thought Yang Chen was drunk and acting erratically.
Yang Chen spread his arms, shielding Wu Qiaoyun behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Stay back, don't get hurt!"
He could tell that these two were not simple.
The two descended from the stairs, glaring at Yang Chen, ready to make a move.
Yang Chen snorted coldly and struck first.
A punch!
Bam!
The opponent also threw a punch.
Step step!
Yang Chen was caught off guard. Surprisingly, the opponent's punch was so hard and powerful, it pushed him back a step.
But the opponent didn't fare well either. His entire fist was swollen and red, bleeding profusely, lying on the stairs, unable to speak from the pain.
The other one saw this and his pupils couldn't help but contract.
He didn't expect to et such a tough nut casually in a KTV.
However, this was their turf, no way could they lose face!
"Take this!" The man roared, his fists creating a fierce wind as he charged at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen also faced him head-on.
Their fists collided, making a loud sound.
Even Wu Qiaoyun, inexperienced in combat, felt pain just watching. This was a battle where every punch landed hard!
The man fighting with Yang Chen was extrely shocked. He was considered one of the good fighters in Ancheng, but against Yang Chen, he was struggling. Clearly, he was no match.
He didn't understand how such a master appeared in Ancheng.
Yang Chen was also sowhat surprised.
Their fight was hand-to-hand, a battle of pure strength.
Yang Chen could feel the opponent was giving his all.
Although not strong enough to be a match for him, Yang Chen was amazed at the opponent's formidable external martial arts!
Under normal circumstances, human strength and reaction speed have limits.
Whether it's the Wolf Fang Squad or Asura Hall's mbers, Yang Chen has pushed their physical training to the limit. Without cultivation techniques, they couldn't progress further.
But now Yang Chen found that these people in front of him, their external martial arts sohow exceeded those limits.
For instance, their resistance to blows, each punch felt like hitting a hard plastic board, and their strength was imnse, sotis feeling like their arms were iron rods.
How were such external training skills developed?
Yang Chen was very surprised.
"Ah! Check out this move!" The man, unable to break through Yang Chen's defense, roared, veins popping all over his body, muscles suddenly swelling, and a punch with a gust of wind ca crashing towards Yang Chen.
Seeing this, Yang Chen's pupils shrank.
He felt the power in this punch and quickly dodged.
Yang Chen swiftly moved to the side and punched the man hard in the soft area of his rib!
Bam!
The punch was powerful, sending the man crashing to the floor.
Bam!
The stairs broke under the impact, sending several people down to the fourth floor!
Such a commotion imdiately attracted a lot of attention.
Two n lay on the ground, spitting blood, in agony.
Wu Qiaoyun struggled to get up from the ground, her face filled with terror.
Yang Chen ignored the many onlookers and screams, grabbed the two n, and asked coldly, "Who exactly is this Left Envoy Yang you ntioned?"
The two, scared that Yang Chen might kill them, quickly exclaid, "It's Yang, Yang Left Envoy of the Nine Venerables!"
"What's his na?"
"Yang Chenxi!"
"Yang Chenxi?" Yang Chen frowned, feeling that the na was sowhat unusual.
"Who is this person?" Yang Chen pressed on.
"Not, not sure! We—we only caught a glimpse from the side, a very beautiful woman!"
"Tell about it in detail!" Yang Chen imdiately asked further.
The two shook their heads, saying the person wore a robe, and when the wind blew, they only saw a very good figure silhouetted, didn't see details, only knew she was Left Envoy Yang, the na was heard from others.
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