Who could have imagined? This man was so bold, so utterly domineering.
It was one thing to brazenly intrude into the Martial Association Headquarters and attack its disciples, but to force Pang Qirong to his knees with a single word was another matter entirely.
And who was Pang Qirong?
He was one of the four great protectors of the Martial Association. His strength needed no elaboration, yet at this mont…
This protector, always so high and mighty, so seemingly invincible, was now covered in blood. He was a wretched sight, kneeling and trembling on the ground.
If you weren't seeing it with your own eyes, who would believe it?
Countless people gasped, their horrified eyes fixed on Chen Yang.
Just who is this guy? To hold the mighty Martial Association in such contempt!
"COUGH. COUGH."
Pang Qirong, feeling as if a mountain were crushing him, coughed up mouthfuls of blood. He struggled to lift his head, his crimson eyes flickering with a vicious light. "You… who exactly are you?"
"This is the Martial Association!"
Had he lost his mind, causing trouble on the Martial Association's territory?
"The Martial Association is precisely who I'm looking for."
Chen Yang cracked his knuckles and repeated his earlier question, "Where is your Association President?"
The n who had co downstairs with Pang Qirong, each radiating killing intent, sward him.
With so many people watching, if they didn't make a move, wouldn't everyone think the great Martial Association was a pushover that could be easily bullied?
Instantly, the atmosphere changed, becoming oppressive and heavy with murderous intent.
This was the Martial Association Headquarters. When had they ever been so flagrantly humiliated?
"Boy, I don't care who you are, but since you've walked through this door today, don't even think about getting out alive!" Pang Qirong snarled, struggling to his feet. He clutched his chest with one hand and braced himself on a nearby table with the other.
"Everyone, attack! Take him down!"
As the saying goes, even a master can be overwheld by a chaotic flurry of fists.
The opponent is indeed very strong, but we have numbers. If we all attack together, even if he had three heads and six arms, he'd still be forced to his knees.
At this thought, Pang Qirong burst into a hideous laugh.
"Why waste ti?"
Chen Yang shook his head, raised his right hand, and with a light push of his index and middle fingers, commanded, "Kneel."
BOOM!
Whether it was Pang Qirong or the others encircling him with chilling killing intent, as the sound of a finger snap rippled through the air, they all fell to their knees in unison.
The floor shattered. Blood seeped into the cracks, and a pungent, tallic odor filled the hall.
Everyone: "..."
CLICK.
Chen Yang lit a cigarette and took a drag. "If the timing were different, you'd all be dead already."
What the hell?!
The sound of people gulping in fear beca the only noise in the hall.
What on earth does this man want?
"Our… our President is not here. He will return in two days," Pang Qirong stamred, his face deathly pale. His confidence had been completely shattered; he didn't dare hide a single thing.
"That's a pity," Chen Yang said with a look of regret before shrugging. "However, having you, the protector, along with so many high-ranking officials present… barely qualifies."
This statent left everyone bewildered.
"You… what exactly do you want?" Pang Qirong asked, bracing himself for the answer.
Chen Yang flicked the ash from his cigarette and looked Pang Qirong straight in the eyes, a faint smile on his lips. "You should be aware that the Feiyang Martial Arts School is having its grand opening today, correct? I ca to extend a special invitation to your Association President."
"Since he's not here, you'll have to do."
Pang Qirong: "..."
Everyone: "..."
These words were fraught with terrifying implications.
The news that Feiyang Martial Arts School was establishing a branch in Cangyun City had fernted overnight into a city-wide storm. Forget Pang Qirong; even a random person pulled off the street could recount the basic details.
This was a clear challenge to the Martial Association. Countless people had been speculating about who was backing the Feiyang Martial Arts School. Now, it seed, they had their answer. It was the man standing before them.
In an instant, everyone froze, staring blankly at Chen Yang.
Logically, the Martial Association should not have ignored the grand opening. They would have likely gone straight to their door to level the audacious new school.
The result, however…
Not only was this man unintimidated, he had taken the initiative to co to the Martial Association Headquarters. From the looks of it, was he planning to force them to attend his opening and show support?
Can you even do things this way?
It was brazen, reckless, and audacious beyond belief!
"You… you…" Pang Qirong's expression twisted. He couldn't have imagined, even if he racked his brain, that this man was from the Feiyang Martial Arts School and had co with such intentions.
This wasn't just ignoring the Martial Association; it was trampling them underfoot and grinding them into the dirt.
If they went today, what would beco of the Martial Association's reputation?
"You're dreaming!" Pang Qirong's eyes were so bloodshot they looked ready to burst. He snarled through clenched teeth, "I don't care who you are, the power behind our Martial Association is imnse, its reach far beyond anything you can imagine!"
"Kid, I advise you to stop this now. There might still be room to de-escalate this!"
Chen Yang spread his fingers and brought his palm down on Pang Qirong's head.
BANG!
Pang Qirong's skull cracked, and blood gushed down like a waterfall.
"Did you think I was negotiating with you?" Chen Yang narrowed his eyes, an icy light erupting from them.
"You… you won't get away with this!"
SLAP!
Chen Yang swung his palm, sending a wave of force through the air.
Pang Qirong was thrown backward, sliding several ters across the floor and leaving a shocking trail of blood in his wake.
Those who witnessed it all felt their scalps tingle, a chill running down their spines.
This was utterly ruthless!
Chen Yang placed his hands behind his back, his piercing gaze fixed on Pang Qirong. "Now, what is your decision?"
"I… I'll go," Pang Qirong nodded frantically, looking as if he'd just been fished out of a pool of blood.
He had lived for decades, but when had he ever experienced such tornt?
It's just showing up to support the Feiyang Martial Arts School, what's the big deal?! As long as the torture stops, forget just showing support, he would even betray the Association on the spot. It would be a small price to pay.
"Let's go."
***
「Cangyun City, West Suburb」
Over a hundred li from the city center lay an artificial lake. Though not particularly large, it had a grandiose na: Extre Sea.
For several li around, the environnt was as beautiful as a painting.
In the southwestern corner of Extre Sea, nestled among groves of purple bamboo, was an ancient, quaint courtyard.
Extre Sea Villa.
Rumor had it that the villa was built by one of Cangyun City's most preeminent figures for leisure. Not long after, perhaps having grown tired of the scenery, this great personage opened up access to the villa.
However, in all of Cangyun City, only a tiny handful of people were qualified to use it.
Currently, within the villa's north garden, a group of elders were brewing tea and fishing. They all had different expressions, but they shared one thing in common: they all exuded the aura of top-tier figures of authority.
Even Wu Xing and Jin Zheng couldn't compare to them.
Behind them, a tall, sturdy middle-aged man in a gray robe knelt on the ground, his posture humble and his expression reverent.
An old man with one white eyebrow spoke nonchalantly, toying with two King Kong Bodhi seeds in one hand while holding a fishing rod in the other. "Guo Xinli, we are beginning to doubt your fitness for the position of Association President."
The kneeling middle-aged man, Martial Association President Guo Xinli, touched his forehead to the ground. "My lord, I acknowledge my guilt. Please, grant another chance."
A lean elder beside him waved his hand dismissively. "On the whole, Chairman Guo has perford adequately. At the very least, his work in managent and expansion is comndable."
"Besides, the outside world believes he's rely a Thirteenth-Rank Thousand-Faced Yama. I'm quite looking forward to seeing their expressions when he reveals his true strength."
"It will certainly be interesting, won't it?"
HAHA!!
The hearty laughter brought a sliver of relief to the profusely sweating Guo Xinli.
"How do you plan to deal with that Feiyang Martial Arts School?" the white-eyebrowed elder asked.
"They will be annihilated, of course!" Guo Xinli's eyes turned icy. "Not just the branch in Cangyun City. I will exterminate everyone connected to it to make an example of them!"
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