The crowd looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a young man of similar age, with an upright posture, striding forward, his handso face with chiseled features filled with a stern coldness. Especially those icy-cold eyes gave a chilling sensation.
Seeing the appearance of the young man, the struggling woman in white froze, staring blankly at the youth as if forgetting everything around her.
Ling Chen... it was him!
"Kid, don’t ddle in other people’s business, get lost as far as you can," a young man cursed loudly, blatantly ignoring Ling Chen’s presence, dragging the woman in white towards the cabin.
Ling Chen frowned and said coldly, "Out of respect for us being fellow martial artists, I’m giving you one more chance, let her go!"
"Go to hell, who do you think you are, trying to play the hero in front of us brothers. Third Junior Brother, Fourth Junior Brother, teach this brat a lesson, let him know there are so people he can’t afford to provoke."
When Brother spoke, two young n imdiately stepped forward quickly, swinging the wine bottles in their hands to smash down onto Ling Chen’s head.
Seeing this, Ling Chen’s eyes turned cold, and without hesitation, he moved in close to the two young n, his fists like dragons erging from the sea, slamming hard into their chests.
Bang! Bang!
With two muffled sounds, the young n’s wine bottles hadn’t yet fallen, and their bodies had already been sent flying out, landing heavily on the ground.
Witnessing Ling Chen’s move, that Brother’s pupils shrunk as he cursed, "Two useless pieces of trash, can’t even handle this little thing, watch ." After speaking, the young man pushed the woman in white towards another companion and stepped forward to confront Ling Chen.
"Kid, I’m Xu Song from Qingyang Sect, state your na."
Ling Chen replied with an indifferent expression, "You’re not worthy to know my na."
Hearing this, a fierce look flashed across Xu Song’s eyes, and he sneered, "Good, I want to see what you’re capable of. Take this!"
With a shout, Xu Song bent and sprung his legs, leaping up rapidly towards Ling Chen, his fist aid straight at Ling Chen’s brow.
Seeing the opponent’s attack, Ling Chen bent his body backward, lifting a leg high, his toe kicking precisely onto Xu Song’s wrist, deflecting his attack. Seizing this opportunity, Ling Chen spun around, his leg whipping out forcefully, its speed rapid, aid straight towards Xu Song’s neck.
If this leg hit, Xu Song wouldn’t be standing up again.
Sensing the fierce wind of the kick approaching, Xu Song’s expression changed, his eyes showing alarm, not expecting Ling Chen’s agility and speed to be far superior to his own.
With no ti to think further, he gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with a fierce light, and swung his fist towards Ling Chen’s whipping leg.
Seeing Xu Song’s action, Ling Chen sneered silently, thinking him foolish to et his leg with a fist.
However, just as their fist and leg were about to connect, Ling Chen’s face suddenly changed, his eyes widened with fury.
During their exchange, a short sleeve sword had unexpectedly extended from Xu Song’s cuff, stabbing towards Ling Chen’s calf. If that sleeve sword had pierced through, Ling Chen’s journey would likely have ended there.
In a flash of thought, Ling Chen reacted rapidly, urgently pushing down his right leg, narrowly avoiding the sleeve sword, rely cutting the fabric of his trousers without hitting any vital parts.
"You’re asking for death!"
Anger flourishing within him, Ling Chen shouted, in an instant closing the distance to Xu Song, his iron fist blasting out, intending to break his ribs.
But at that mont, a gust of powerful wind suddenly arrived, pushing Xu Song aside. Following that, an unknown fist lashed out, clashing hard with Ling Chen’s iron fist.
Feeling the Inner Strength contained in the fist, Ling Chen was startled, and before he could react, that burst of Inner Strength suddenly exploded, imnse and heavy, forcibly pushing him back two steps.
Looking up, Ling Chen saw a strange young man had appeared before him.
The young man was tall and lean, reaching a height of 1.8 ters, with an ordinary visage, sporting a crew cut, his eyes sharp as if he were an unsheathed sword, intimidating, making one dare not look directly.
Ling Chen squinted his eyes at the other party and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
"The eldest disciple of Qingyang Sect, Qu Jinxian."
Hearing this na, Ling Chen’s pupils involuntarily constricted.
Qu Jinxian, ranked third on the Newcor List, even more formidable than Yi Shuiyan. So this was Xu Song’s Senior Brother.
"The Qingyang Sect truly has a way with instruction, one hides weapons in secret, and another takes advantage of an ambush. Are there none amongst your Qingyang Sect disciples who are upright and honorable?" Ling Chen said sarcastically.
"Bullshit!" Xu Song cursed angrily: "It was clearly you who ddled in others’ business first."
Ling Chen pointed to the woman in white and said indifferently, "She is my friend. Your Qingyang Sect mbers are bullying my friend, am I not allowed to help? I really don’t know who your master is, teaching such a bunch of scum."
"How dare you!"
Qu Jinxian said coldly: "Do not disrespect my master, you’d better apologize right now."
"Fine, but the Qingyang Sect must apologize to my friend first." Ling Chen stared directly at Qu Jinxian’s chilling gaze, without a trace of retreat in his eyes.
"Good, I would like to see how capable you are to speak to like this." The mont his words fell, Qu Jinxian lightly tapped with the tip of his foot, ready to charge forward.
"I’m not afraid of you!" Ling Chen’s fists readied, without a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
Just then, two different voices ca simultaneously.
Ling Chen and Qu Jinxian stopped in their tracks and turned to look, only to see two groups of people walking briskly towards them. One group was led by Qiu Yong, the eight eccentrics, and Ye Liangyong. The other group was led by an old man, about the sa age as Qiu Yong, dressed in an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, with white hair and a youthful face, exuding an aura of calm and commanding presence.
"Big Brother."
"Master."
After hearing Qu Jinxian’s address, Ling Chen realized that the old man was the Sect Leader of Qingyang Sect.
The old man glanced at Xu Song and Qu Jinxian, then at Ling Chen, and snorted coldly: "Qiu Yong, you’re quite audacious, bringing trouble to our Qingyang Sect."
Qiu Yong said coldly: "Qu Yuan, it’s not certain who’s causing trouble for whom, don’t try to pin the bla on us. Even if my Junior Brother Ling Cheng has a problem with your Qingyang Sect, if you dare, then co at us. We eight eccentrics have never feared anyone."
Qu Yuan’s expression grew gloomy as he said: "Good, I’ve heard much about the extraordinary martial arts of the eight eccentrics. Today, I shall see for myself whether your reputation is deserved."
As tensions rose to the point where swords might be drawn at any mont, Zhong Yang, followed by several subordinates, hurried over from the cabin, slightly frowning as he said: "Gentlen, you all should be aware of the rules. Before the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony begins, whoever dares to engage in a private skirmish, do not bla us at Heavenly chanism Pavilion for being ruthless."
Ling Chen spoke up: "Mr. Zhong, we don’t have to fight. Since the Heavenly chanism Pavilion is the organizer, why don’t you co and judge for yourselves and clarify right from wrong. My friend was bullied by the people of Qingyang Sect, and I helped out. Is that not appropriate?"
"You’re talking nonsense," Xu Song imdiately protested.
"The person involved is right there, how can you still deny it?"
Zhong Yang looked at the woman in white not far away and gave a fist salute: "Miss, may I ask your na?"
The woman in white slightly lifted her face, her eyes gentle as autumn waters as she looked towards Ling Chen, and said softly, "My na is Zhu Xiaozhu."
(Today’s 4 Chapters yet the recomndations are still too few.)
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