"What is your Martial Association to ?"
What is it? The formidable protector of the Martial Association, Ye Nantian, was rumored to have strength that surpassed the tenth level. Anyone who surpassed the tenth level was considered a supre master. And the result? A re snap of the fingers completely obliterated him, not even leaving a trace of ash behind.
The color drained from Ma Shichang's face, turning it deathly pale. His pupils dilated in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.
Others might not have noticed the golden shimr between Chen Yang's fingers, but I saw it clearly. That's the symbol of a thirteenth-level powerhouse, the emblem of the Thousand-Faced Yama! In other words, this young man before possesses strength of at least the thirteenth level. A Thousand-Faced Yama who isn't even thirty years old... Heh... Despite my high office as an eighth-generation Elder of the Martial Association, I've never heard of, nor seen, such a thing. Who is he, really?
At that thought, he let out a miserable laugh. "The Martial Association... is dood!"
"Of course, it's dood," Chen Yang said indifferently. "When I go to Cangyun City, I will personally take care of your Association President."
As he said this, Chen Yang showed no great emotional fluctuation. To him, this was just a minor task on his agenda.
"Can you… can you tell who you really are?" Ma Shichang asked with a bitter smile.
Chen Yang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes gazing toward the south. "I guard Hanyun Valley."
"No wonder!" Realization dawned on Ma Shichang, and he closed his eyes. "So, you're the Zhennan Prince!"
Chen Yang said no more and stomped his foot.
BOOM!!
A muffled sound like rolling thunder echoed out.
And Ma Shichang, along with the other high-ranking mbers of the Martial Association, vanished into thin air.
But that wasn't all.
With that thunderous sound, the floor of the conference room abruptly shattered and collapsed in an instant.
BANG!
The entire building seed to tremble slightly.
On the first floor, the people queuing or sitting around waiting for the show were scared into leaping to their feet by the collapsing floor and falling debris.
"Is this an earthquake?"
"What's going on?"
"The floor caved in? What on earth happened upstairs?"
They all began to speculate as they instinctively dodged the falling rubble. When they noticed the chunks of concrete were drenched in blood, their hearts sank, and a single thought surfaced in everyone's mind.
Did... did that powerhouse arrive? It must be him!
In a re mont, almost everyone was certain of this. After all, all the top brass of the Martial Association had been on that floor. How could it just collapse for no reason? More importantly, how could they explain all the blood?
In an instant, the area fell into a deathly, eerie quiet. Then, countless people began gasping for air, their expressions a mixture of terror and excitent.
The floor was punched straight through! What kind of strength is that? And at this point, who won and who lost?
This scene, of course, was captured in its entirety by the livestream caras, and the internet completely exploded. The livestream's viewership skyrocketed from 300,000 to one million in a flash, and it was still growing at a terrifying rate. A barrage of comnts flew by too quickly to read, but they all asked the sa thing: What was the outco? Who won?
People attending a banquet on the second floor ran downstairs in a panic. Chen Yang and Yang Hu were mixed in with the crowd, walking down with them. As a result, no one noticed them at all.
Upon exiting the building, Chen Yang glanced back at the Martial Association's enormous, glittering gold sign and shook his head with a smile. The mont he turned away, the sign that the Martial Association had spent a fortune to create simply exploded, sending countless fragnts flying in all directions.
CRASH!
The crowd gathered at the entrance to watch the spectacle scread in terror at the sudden developnt. As they looked up, they saw that the golden sign had been shattered into pieces.
This… Their jaws dropped so wide they could have fit a fist inside. Are we seeing ghosts?
They were standing right under the sign but had seen nothing and had no idea how it had been destroyed.
「anwhile.」
So of the braver individuals who had run upstairs to check on the situation brought back news of the outco of the clash of titans.
The Martial Association was completely annihilated!
They had searched every room on the second floor but didn't find a single soul. They did, however, find one body. After careful identification, it was determined to be Guo Zifan, the Helmsman of the Martial Association's Lingjin City branch and the Association President's own nephew.
Even he was gone. Wasn't the outco of this struggle blatantly obvious?
When this result was announced, not just the scene and the internet, but the entire city of Lingjin boiled over. Those who had previously sworn that the Martial Association would achieve an easy victory were now shocked witless, on the verge of losing their minds.
Despite the Martial Association being fully prepared and arriving with killing intent, they had still been wiped out by that powerhouse. Not a single person was left; it was a total annihilation! Even the steel-reinforced concrete floor had been punched clean through.
Tsk, tsk! That powerhouse... just what kind of strength does he possess? And what is his identity?
While reeling from the result, many began to speculate about the powerhouse's identity. To have the audacity to disregard the Martial Association and wipe them all out, coupled with such formidable strength, ant there could only be a handful of such people in the entire country.
So, who could he possibly be?
While everyone was abuzz with speculation, the instigator of it all, Chen Yang, was slowly driving away from the scene in his business van.
「Night fell.」
Chen Yang rolled down the window, letting the cold wind brush against his face. He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, watching the people co and go on the streets as the corners of his mouth curled into a slight smile.
He wasn't a saint, nor did he ever consider himself a good person. However, with the power he now possessed and the titles he bore, he knew his responsibilities: to protect this land and guard its peace.
The ergence of the Martial Association was clearly a tumor growing on this land. Relentlessly leeching blood was bad enough, but the real fear was that so unspeakable ulterior motive lay behind its frantic expansion. Just think about it, it was a re civilian organization, yet it was expanding so unscrupulously at such a terrifying pace. The most frightening part was that the higher-ups seed to have no intention of intervening.
Are they blind?
There was only one possibility: behind the Martial Association was a force so colossal it could touch the heavens. It was only with the interference of this force that the Martial Association could amass wealth so brazenly.
As for what it was, Chen Yang didn't know. Perhaps when he set foot in Cangyun City and prepared to deal with the Association President, that force would finally reveal itself.
After finishing his cigarette, Chen Yang stopped thinking about it.
When he got ho, the Qin Family was already seated at the dining table, all of them talking to Qin Mo about sothing.
Seeing Chen Yang return, Qin Mo imdiately stood up and smiled. "Brother-in-law, you won't believe what happened to today!"
"So happy. Did you find so money?" Chen Yang, of course, already knew, but he feigned a look of confusion.
Qin Mo lifted his head slightly, boasting proudly, "Li Si ca to my school today. She chose to sing a duet with her at the concert."
"What did I tell you? True talent will always shine," Chen Yang said with a smile. "Congratulations, Xiaomo!"
"Thanks, Brother-in-law."
Qin Mo sat down, beaming, and then said in a mysterious tone, "About what happened at the Martial Association today… I know who the mysterious powerhouse is who wiped them all out."
Chen Yang, who was walking toward the dining room, felt his heart skip a beat.
"..."
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