Jiang Chuan stood quietly where he was, reining in his aura, looking for all the world like an ordinary person.
In truth, those four bodyguards had no clue that when one's skills reach a certain level, his presence is completely absorbed within, becoming invisible.
Wuxia novels often ntion "no moves beating moves" and "form turning formless"—this is exactly the idea.
Of course, there aren't many people who can achieve this level.
Those four special-forces guys clearly weren't even close.
So, they had no way to judge Jiang Chuan's true power.
Hearing what they said, Jiang Chuan hooked his finger at them, lazily saying, "No need to talk it over. Just co at together, so we don't waste ti! I still need to help Xiaoyu pay respects to her ancestors!"
The four special forces' faces turned dark instantly.
They were all proud as hell—how could they let so country bumpkin mock them like that!
"This country hick doesn't know his place! Fourth, go teach him a lesson! Just don't kill him—break an arm and a leg and call it a day!"
The leader of the bodyguards swept his icy-cold gaze over Jiang Chuan, issuing orders to the guy across from him.
The so-called Fourth grunted, with hawk-like eyes fixed right on Jiang Chuan.
He gave a cold, triumphant chuckle, squeezing his fist smugly.
It was as if killing Jiang Chuan would be nothing but child's play.
Fourth walked up to Jiang Chuan, fist clenched, threatening coldly: "Here's your chance—get down on your knees and beg us. Then, let us break an arm and a leg, and we'll let you go. How about it?"
Jiang Chuan smiled faintly: "Alright, let's see if you're up to it."
"But honestly, people who can break my arms and legs—they probably haven't even been born yet!"
"Kid, you're arrogant!"
Fourth flew into a rage, his fist swinging out like a teor, shooting straight for Jiang Chuan's face.
The punch ca lightning-fast, fierce as hell, kicking up a whirlwind!
The crowd of Qiu Family mbers instinctively ducked aside.
They looked at Fourth with shock and awe!
Everyone admires the strong.
Fourth, in their eyes, was undoubtedly a powerhouse!
So of the Qiu Family trained in martial arts—they could tell.
This Fourth's skills went deep.
This punch—moves like a dragon, strikes like a tiger.
The blow was swift as the wind.
A simple punch, and it was like a dragon soaring and a tiger battling—full of montum.
Experts didn't need flashy tricks.
Just one simple move, enough to crush their opponent.
And this Fourth was just that sort—one punch, and the outco was decided.
"That country hick is a dead man!"
"Exactly! Doesn't even know his own status—probably practiced so farmhand moves in the fields and now acts all cocky! Does he actually have what it takes?"
"That's the definition of arrogant! The higher he brags, the harder he'll crash!"
The Qiu Family discussed on the side—all certain Jiang Chuan was dood.
Even Qiu Qianyu was feeling tense.
Qiu Qianyu knew a bit of martial arts herself—she could tell how dangerous Fourth was.
The gossip around only made her more nervous.
Helpless, Qiu Qianyu rushed to beg Old Mrs. Chang Lan.
"Grandma, you can't just stand by! Say sothing—don't let them bully Jiang Chuan!"
Old Mrs. Chang Lan could obviously see everything happening.
But she snorted and deliberately said, "These n are Second Master Chen's bodyguards. I don't dare to ask anything from Second Master Chen."
"That country bumpkin is depending on his crude skills, and now he's being reckless, picking a fight with Second Master Chen's n—he brought it on himself! I can't help!"
Old Mrs. Chang Lan turned a blind eye, deliberately not caring.
Truthfully, deep down she wished they'd cripple Jiang Chuan.
Not only would she feel better, Qiu Qianyu could then marry Chen the Third.
That would be a huge advantage for her.
Qiu Qianyu stomped her feet in anxiety, praying Jiang Chuan wouldn't get hurt too badly.
That was one side; over on the other, the fight had already begun.
Fourth's fist was already slamming down toward Jiang Chuan's face.
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