Zhou Fangfang’s face turned angry, and he opened his mouth to angrily curse: "You..."
"You what?" Ling Chen rcilessly interrupted, retorting, "Shut up, this has nothing to do with you. Either watch quietly from the side or get lost, don’t try to show your presence in front of ."
"Ling Chen, you..." Before Zhou Fangfang could finish speaking, Ren Han interjected, "Fangfang, there’s no need to argue with soone like him. Just watch from the side, let handle this." Having said that, Ren Han locked his gaze on Ling Chen, coldly saying, "Ling Chen, don’t think you can act recklessly just because Elder Tong supports you. Let remind you, this is Beijing, not a place for you to do as you please."
"So what if it’s Beijing?" Ling Chen smiled indifferently, unconcerned as he spoke, "Chairman Ren, out of respect I consider you a Martial Arts Elder, but you? Shaless, despicable techniques, truly disgraceful to the title of President of the Martial Arts Association. However, that’s not the point. My main purpose for coming today is to clarify sothing. Where were you last night?"
"That’s my private affair, I have no obligation to tell you. If you have no other questions, you can leave now; Chengde Martial Arts Hall does not welco you."
Ling Chen nodded and said, "One of my elders was ambushed last night, now lying in the ICU, life or death uncertain. The assailant was highly skilled, and after much thought, you and Zhou Qian are the main suspects."
Ren Han furrowed his brow slightly, retorting coldly, "Ling Chen, you’d better think carefully before you speak. I have no enmity or acquaintance with your elder, why would I trouble myself looking for him."
"Yes, you’re right. If it were in the past, I wouldn’t suspect you. But given your ties with Hong Wei, I have no choice but to suspect you."
Hearing this, Ren Han was montarily stunned and then burst into laughter, gloating as he said, "So you’ve offended Mr. Hong. Haha! Ling Chen, if that’s the case, you can only bla your elder for seeking trouble. Who in Beijing doesn’t know, it’s better to provoke King Yan than Hong Wei. Opposing Mr. Hong is a death wish."
Ling Chen stared directly at Ren Han, punctuating each word, "Do you dare say this matter has nothing to do with you?"
"Believe it or not, it has nothing to do with . If you want revenge, you might as well go directly to Hong Wei. But I’m afraid you lack the courage." Ren Han mocked, "Ling Chen, face reality, this isn’t your turf, be careful not to lose your life in Beijing."
"That’s not your concern. I will deal with Hong Wei eventually, but first, I need to handle so problems."
Feeling the cold intent in Ling Chen’s gaze, Ren Han’s heart sank slightly, frowning as he asked, "What do you an by that?"
"I once respected you as the Vice President of the Martial Arts Association, but now I know, what a joke of a president, you and Zhou Qian are just soone’s lackeys. To reach your level is a disgrace to us martial artists. Before dealing with Hong Wei, I must first deal with you two, to prevent any dogs from blocking my path when the ti cos."
Being berated as dogs by Ling Chen, especially in front of a crowd, was more than Ren Han could bear despite his cultivation. With so many disciples watching, if he remained indifferent, how could he lead them in the future?
"Fine, very well! Ling Chen, I have tolerated you again and again, yet you do not know restraint. Since that is the case, don’t bla for being discourteous." With that, Ren Han strode forward and extended his hand. The disciples behind him imdiately understood, quickly retrieving a steel knife from a wooden box and handing it to him. With the knife in hand, Ren Han’s aura shifted instantly.
"Ling Chen, you escaped last ti, no victory decided. This ti I’ll show you the true power of the Lianyang Saber Technique."
"Enough nonsense, bring it on if you dare." Ling Chen remained unfazed, not regarding Ren Han.
"Take this!" With a shout, Ren Han kicked off, his body transforming into a lightning bolt, knife held aloft as he charged at Ling Chen. In an instant, before the blade reached him, a fierce wind swept in, feeling like the biting wind of December, chilling to the bone.
Watching the approaching blade, Ling Chen remained motionless, maintaining a calm composure like Mo Che in his eyes.
When the steel knife was two centiters from his forehead, a strong force suddenly burst forth. Feeling the terrifying power, Ren Han’s pupils contracted, and his movents briefly paused. In that mont he stopped, a fist shot out from above Ling Chen’s right shoulder, slamming into the steel knife.
In a flash, a cry rang out as Ren Han was forced back seven or eight ters, the steel knife falling from his hand, clattering loudly on the ground.
This sudden change left everyone present stunned. Especially the disciples of the Martial Arts Academy, who never imagined their master couldn’t withstand a single move. Moreover, they noticed that Ren Han’s arms trembled slightly, his face pale, struggling even to stand.
"You..." After resting for a while, Ren Han finally mustered the strength to speak, "You cheated!"
Ling Chen shrugged, "I learned it from you." As he finished speaking, a person appeared behind Ling Chen, more accurately, an old man. As a Vice President of the Martial Arts Association, Ren Han’s discernnt was keen. Seeing the newcor, he shuddered, his lips devoid of color.
"Ji... Ji Gang... why... why are you...?" Ren Han stamred, eyes filled with fear.
A master from the Heavenly List! Ling Chen had actually invited a master from the Heavenly List to help! In an instant, Ren Han’s heart filled with despair.
Ling Chen walked over to Ren Han on his own, asking, "If it wasn’t you last night, then who was it? Tell !"
"I don’t know."
"You don’t know?" Ling Chen snorted, "Chairman Ren, my patience is limited. Speak, who was it?"
Ren Han glanced at Ji Gang nearby, trembling inwardly as he quickly said, "Anyway, Hong Wei didn’t contact , perhaps... perhaps..." He trailed off, casting his gaze towards Zhou Fangfang in the crowd.
Seeing Ren Han’s gesture, Ling Chen imdiately understood his aning, walking straight over to Zhou Fangfang, questioning, "Where’s your dad?"
"What do you want?" Zhou Fangfang’s eyes widened, coldly staring at Ling Chen as he shouted angrily, "I’ll tell you, my dad is the President of the Martial Arts Association, if you touch a hair on my head, I’ll make sure you..."
Slap!
Before Zhou Fangfang could finish, Ling Chen slapped him, shutting him up completely.
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