GULP.
Both Su Ling's and Li Zhendong's expressions trembled violently as they sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
If that was really the case, then today, the entire Cangyun City would be shaken, and the Martial Association would be utterly disgraced.
Su Ling took a deep breath, licked his chapped lips, and asked tentatively, "B-Boss, you're not actually planning to go to the Martial Association and invite them over, are you?"
Li Zhendong, standing beside him, remained silent, but his wide eyes were fixed on Chen Yang, waiting for his next words.
"That's right." Chen Yang nodded. "We're all peers, after all. How could they be absent from the opening ceremony of my Feiyang Martial Arts School?"
Is he serious? He knows they're competitors, yet he still wants to invite them to our opening? As the old saying goes, those in the sa trade are enemies. And he wants them to show their support? This is… he's playing with fire! Still, that's what makes a Boss a Boss, I suppose. The sheer audacity is overwhelming.
Compared to Li Zhendong, Su Ling was far bolder. After the initial shock, an exhilarating surge of excitent and anticipation washed over him. He couldn't help but start to picture the scene.
Heh heh... Now that would be quite interesting indeed!
"Go on." Chen Yang waved dismissively and turned toward the minivan. It was ti for him to head out as well.
Su Ling slapped his chest again and declared with conviction, "Don't worry, Boss. I'll get it done perfectly for you."
From start to finish, Li Zhendong didn't say a word. He was simply frozen in fear, breaking out in a cold sweat. The re thought of inviting the Martial Association to endorse the Feiyang Martial Arts School made his heart pound.
So this is how the big shot planned to play it?
After they left, Qin Qiu walked up to the minivan and said to Chen Yang inside, "I bought so bamboo shoots today, said to be from Chilian Peak, and a fish. I'll wait for you for dinner."
"Yes, ma'am!" Chen Yang raised a hand to his forehead in a standard Martial Guard salute. Catching Qin Qiu's eye roll, he grinned. "Thanks, honey. I'll definitely be back on ti."
"Mhm." Qin Qiu nodded and took two steps back.
Even after the minivan disappeared from view, her gaze remained fixed on the road.
In so ways, she was a very selfish person. In her heart, she didn't want Chen Yang to put himself in danger anymore. Now that he had retired, he should be living a quiet, stable life without getting involved in so much trouble. But she also knew there were things Chen Yang had to do. It wasn't just a matter of obsession; it had beco his mission, a part of his very existence.
If she were to ask him to stop, this man would probably abandon everything for her and live a simple life, working from sunrise to sunset.
But… he would never be happy.
"No matter what the future holds, I will quietly stay by your side, just as you stayed by mine," she whispered with a small smile, her hands clasped tightly together.
***
The sudden ergence of the Feiyang Martial Arts School and its blatant provocation had not only piqued the curiosity of Cangyun City's populace but had also thrust the Martial Association into the eye of the storm.
The Martial Association had only recently been unbanned and was vigorously expanding its influence, with everything proceeding in an orderly fashion.
「Cangyun City, Martial Association Headquarters.」
A thirty-sothing-story building, lavishly decorated, stood tall in the most bustling district of the imperial city. It was the Martial Association Building, and it had beco a local landmark.
In a city like Cangyun City, where skyscrapers were commonplace, such a building wasn't particularly noteworthy. Towers with seventy, eighty, or even over a hundred floors were everywhere. But for a faction focused primarily on teaching martial arts to possess such financial power and influence was truly astounding.
This morning, a long line had ford early at the entrance of the Martial Association Building, filled with people waiting to pay their fees and register.
Chen Yang's arrival didn't attract much attention. It wasn't until he walked straight into the lobby that he caught the eye of several Martial Association disciples.
"What are you doing here?" A robust young disciple in his early thirties with a slicked-back hairstyle strode over and pointed at Chen Yang. "If you're here to register, get outside and get in line. Take a look at where you are! Do you think you can just waltz in here?"
At his shout, everyone in the lobby, as well as those lining up outside, turned to stare at Chen Yang.
"This guy has no sense. Doesn't he even understand sothing as simple as waiting in line?"
"He's probably so rich fool who thinks he can throw so money around to grease so palms."
Amid the murmuring, the disciple, Zhang Shuo, stepped in front of Chen Yang and snapped again, "I'm talking to you. Are you deaf or mute?"
"Can't you speak politely?" Chen Yang said.
"Hah!" Zhang Shuo sneered, pointing at Chen Yang's nose. "Who the hell do you think you are? Why should I speak politely to you?"
"The people from the Martial Association really are all cut from the sa cloth."
"You... what did you say? Believe it or not, I'll—"
Before he could finish, a slap sent Zhang Shuo crashing to his knees. His head was ringing, and blood trickled from his seven orifices.
The disciples in the lobby and the people in line all exchanged looks of utter disbelief. This person... he's actually here to cause trouble? This has to be an illusion, right? Otherwise, who would be crazy enough to start a fight at the Martial Association Headquarters? Does he have a death wish?
A mont later, a clamor erupted. The Martial Association disciples, snapping out of their stupor, surrounded Chen Yang with murderous glares.
Chen Yang lifted his foot and stomped on the ground.
BANG!
The floor tiles shattered instantly. Cracks thicker than a man's arm shot out in all directions, spiderwebbing across the lobby and up the walls. Many of the disciples were knocked off their feet. Even those who managed to stay standing froze in place, their eyes wide with shock as they stood rooted to the spot.
A deathly silence fell over the hall. Just... who in the world is this person?
Chen Yang casually patted his clothes. "Is your Association President in?"
"Hmph!"
A deep, cold snort suddenly echoed from the nearby staircase, like rolling thunder that vibrated in everyone's eardrums. Following the sound, an old man strode down the stairs, leading a group of seven or eight people. He wore a white robe, had graying hair, and carried a longsword on his back, giving him the dignified air of an immortal. Seeing the state of the lobby, every one of them frowned, their eyes flashing with malice.
"Where did this mongrel co from, daring to cause trouble at my Martial Association?" the elder, whose na was Pang Qirong, said coldly as he advanced on Chen Yang. "Sever one of your own arms first to atone for your cri!"
"Kneel!" the others roared in unison.
Chen Yang just smiled. He stared at Pang Qirong and said, "If you're the Association President, co with . If you're not, then go get him. Now."
"You're courting death!" Pang Qirong scoffed and charged forward. "Our Association President is a man of eminent status. How could a piece of trash like you be worthy of seeing him?"
His aura surged as he closed the distance in a few great strides, lunging like a tiger descending a mountain.
"Kneel."
The single word was spoken with the force of an undeniable command.
BOOM!
The charging Pang Qirong stopped as if he'd run into a wall. His knees buckled violently, smashing directly into the hard floor.
CRACK!
The sound of shattering bone echoed through the hall, making everyone's scalp tingle in horror. Pang Qirong stared in agonized disbelief, completely speechless. A stunned, desolate silence fell over everyone present.
Chen Yang's voice cut through it cleanly. "Get your Association President."
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