"Hmph!"
Shen Zhengye glared at Su Damao and snorted coldly. "That's right. Three years ago, my Dantian was indeed destroyed by Wang Yuan. But it's been repaired."
"A shattered Dantian can be repaired? Impossible!" Su Damao's face was filled with horror.
"You're just ignorant. I t a Divine Doctor who not only repaired my Dantian, but also broadened my path in Martial Arts!" The powerful aura radiating from Shen Zhengye made Su Damao subconsciously take a few steps back.
"You! You've reached the Grandmaster level too!" Su Damao was all too familiar with the strength of this aura. He was utterly shocked.
"I'm giving you a solemn warning now. First, apologize to Elder Du. Then, get out of here!" Shen Zhengye was full of imposing montum.
That's right. His cultivation had broken through the Master Realm just last night, reaching the level of a Third-Grade Grandmaster in one fell swoop!
"It's impossible for to apologize."
Su Damao took a few more steps back. He looked up at the banners posted over dozens of rainbow-colored arches, bearing the words "Shen Family's Joy." "I'm here to warn your Shen Family: don't even think about ascending to the ranks of a First-class Martial Arts Clan!"
'What?'
Everyone was stunned by Su Damao's words.
"Since you're dead set on causing trouble, I'll have to make an example of you." Shen Zhengye stopped Jiang Xinghai from rushing forward and stared coldly at Su Damao.
"You really think I'm afraid of you?" Su Damao's arrogance grew ever stronger.
The two faced off, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
Throughout it all, Jiang Xinghai hadn't said a word.
He had already detected several dangerous auras emanating from a business van not far away.
'That must be Su Damao's backup.'
"Patriarch Shen, today is a joyous occasion for the Shen Family. It's not appropriate for you to get involved. Let this old man handle it."
At that mont, Du Jingsong strode forward.
"Elder Du, it's precisely because today is a joyous day for the Shen Family that I must act. Consider it a public announcent," Shen Zhengye said, a strange light in his eyes, as he waved his hand again.
Du Jingsong glanced at Jiang Xinghai, and both of them stepped back a few paces.
"You're quite confident, aren't you!" Su Damao's purpose for coming here, besides provoking the Shen Family, was to investigate the cause of Wanyan Honglie's death.
The two then took their stances at the hotel entrance.
anwhile, the crowd of onlookers on both sides of the road grew larger.
"You are a guest from afar. You may go first," Shen Zhengye said, his qi and blood surging.
He needed a fight to make a na for himself and announce to the world the rise of Shen Zhengye.
Su Damao rushed forward, murder in his eyes. "Then let's settle this in one move!"
As he swung his fist, a sound of tearing air followed. His seemingly frail body erupted with terrifying power.
"Too weak!"
Shen Zhengye shouted coldly, turning sideways to block with his shoulder.
Seeing this, Su Damao was overjoyed.
'That idiot Shen Zhengye is actually using his shoulder to block my attack? Is he trying to die?'
BANG!
Su Damao's fist slamd into Shen Zhengye's shoulder, creating a ripple of air. Before his smile could fade, his expression turned deathly still.
CRACK!
Then, under the force of Shen Zhengye's shoulder-check, Su Damao was sent flying.
'How is this possible?'
'He had unleashed the full power of a Grandmaster, intending to win with a single punch!'
'But he was the one sent flying!'
Moreover, from his fist up his arm and into his heart, it felt as if he'd been struck by lightning—numbness and sharp pain!
"Pfft!"
Imdiately after, Su Damao coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, freezing in place completely.
'So strong!'
'Shen Zhengye's Inner Strength is actually this profound!'
Little did he know, Shen Zhengye had rely used the simplest move from the Eight Extres Collapse, "Iron Mountain Lean"!
"You've lost," Shen Zhengye said, tilting his head up slightly.
"Dad, you're amazing!" Shen Lingyin's cheerful voice rang out.
Shen Lingxue and her mother, Qiao Huimin, also broke into smiles.
The nearby onlookers were all shaken to their core.
'Is this really Shen Zhengye?'
Three years ago, the news that Shen Zhengye had been crippled by the Wang Family's patriarch had spread like wildfire.
But now, without even throwing a punch or a kick, using only the power of his shoulder, he had forced a Grandmaster from the Su Family of Central State to vomit blood in defeat!
"Today, we're not just deciding a winner, but who lives and who dies!"
Suddenly, Su Damao threw aside his gold-rimd glasses. His right hand was too weak to fight, but a swirling mass of colored energy appeared in his left, and before his words had even faded, he hurled it at Shen Zhengye.
'He absolutely could not lose like this!'
"Then as you wish!" Shen Zhengye's aura sharpened, his gaze becoming as keen as a blade.
He lowered his body and charged his opponent, as swift and ferocious as a tiger descending a mountain.
His steps were as steady as a mountain, every movent filled with power and aggression, capable of swiftly subduing an opponent.
This was one of the killing moves from the Eight Extres Collapse—Fierce Tiger Climbs the Mountain!
"How is this possible!"
Su Damao was completely suppressed, forced into a continuous retreat.
But Shen Zhengye's limbs seed to have eyes of their own, catching him off guard and grabbing him before viciously slamming him toward the ground.
"No! Brother Shen, I concede!"
Su Damao had no strength to resist. He felt as if his chest and abdon were being pumled by iron fists, and he spewed mouthful after mouthful of blood.
"Just as you said before, today we decide not just the winner, but also who lives and dies." Shen Zhengye lifted his leg and delivered a kick, ending the battle.
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