Bald Eagle was covered in blood, his gaze deep and nacing, chilling to the bone. Chen Yang smiled silently and, after stepping onto the stage, gestured toward Bald Eagle with a wave of his hand.
Bald Eagle's smile vanished. "I heard my disciple, Qin Wu, didn't die on the stage?" he said coldly.
"Don't you talk a little too much?" Chen Yang urged impatiently. "Hurry up and make your move. I have other things to do later!"
Bald Eagle's expression turned gloomy as his killing intent burst forth. What a sharp-tongued, ignorant little thing!
The crowd below, after exchanging looks of bewildernt, suddenly erupted into discussion.
"Is this guy a bit too arrogant? Doesn't he know that Yahua once killed one of Bald Eagle's disciples with a single punch, only to be defeated by Bald Eagle in the end?"
"He's too proud, completely disregarding everyone else! He's going to suffer a huge loss!"
"Go, Mr. Chen!"
There was no cheering or shouting. As much as they admired Chen Yang's courage, the arrogance and brimming confidence he displayed were t with criticism from countless people. The main reason was Bald Eagle's overwhelming strength. His recent victory over Yahua had thoroughly shocked them, casting a deep shadow over their hearts. He was like a Demon God—invincible and unconquerable.
"Die!" A word filled with murderous intent sprang from Bald Eagle's lips.
WHOOSH!
Bald Eagle made his move. His ten fingers bent, his two hands like claws of cast iron, sweeping across horizontally with the ferocity of lightning. It was like an eagle with steel talons diving from ten thousand ters, causing the air to shriek as a fierce, murderous aura filled the arena. Bald Eagle's face gradually twisted into a ferocious mask, brimming with thick bloodlust. He didn't go easy on Chen Yang because of his youth; those claws could shatter solid rock, let alone tear through the hide of an elephant.
"This… this is too terrifying!"
Below the stage, countless people were horrified. Only by witnessing Bald Eagle's attack up close could they truly feel the terror of his strength. His power, his speed, the solid aura that combined offense and defense, and the intense killing intent all made one's scalp tingle. Almost everyone held their breath.
In the blink of an eye…
BANG!
A sudden thud echoed across the arena. However, Bald Eagle's attack had failed, blocked by Chen Yang's two fists.
"Blocked… He blocked it?"
"Damn! He really blocked it!"
The crowd below was dumbstruck, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.
Bald Eagle was visibly stunned. An instant later, extre pain flooded his face. From the impact with his opponent's fists, his fingers felt as if they were about to break. How could this be possible?
Before he could speak, Chen Yang's faint, distant voice drifted over. "It's rude not to reciprocate. Now, you take a hit from ."
Chen Yang pushed his two fists forward horizontally.
"What?!" Bald Eagle's pupils shrank as he sensed an imnse danger. Relying on his vast combat experience, he instinctively tried to dodge to the side. But the thought had barely ford before Chen Yang's fists landed on his chest.
CRACK!
The clear sound of breaking bones echoed in his ears, followed by an indescribable pain spreading from his chest throughout his entire body.
BOOM!
Bald Eagle was sent flying backward. He crashed heavily to the ground seven or eight ters away, bleeding from all seven orifices, his mind buzzing loudly. Struggling to lift his head, Bald Eagle stared at Chen Yang, his face filled with horror. "An… an Eighth-Order Fist Master?"
Chen Yang dusted off his hands, walked down from the stage, and paused as he passed Bald Eagle. "Actually," he said indifferently, "in my eyes, you're no different from your disciple, Qin Wu."
To an elephant, what difference is there between crushing an ant and crushing any other insect?
SPIT!
Bald Eagle let out a tragic laugh as he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then his life was extinguished.
The vast arena fell completely silent.
Who could have imagined that the Northern Desert Fist King, the Bald Eagle who had torn Yahua to pieces, would be smashed to death with a single punch by Mr. Chen? How could this guy possess such explosive combat power? Was he even human?
After a long silence, the audience finally recovered from their unparalleled shock and disbelief.
"Mr. Chen is so badass!"
"Mr. Chen is amazing!"
"Mr. Chen! Mr. Chen!"
A thousand words ultimately converged into a single na that echoed throughout the venue for a long ti. They had finally witnessed what it ant to have no strongest, only stronger. So what if he was the Northern Desert Fist King? So what if he had torn Yahua apart? So what if he was an invincible emperor? In the end, wasn't he still killed by a single punch from Mr. Chen?
To put it simply, they had enjoyed a visual feast. On a grander scale, Mr. Chen had repelled the invasion of the underground Fist King of the Northern Desert, defending the pride and dignity of the people of Lingjin City. They rembered Bald Eagle's taunt—"Not one among you can fight"—which had pierced their hearts like a sharp knife, grinding their dignity into the dust.
Chen Yang stepped off the stage. Without going upstairs to see Zhao Yinghu or looking for Yang Hu, he left the arena directly. The intense shouting from the crowd was more than he could bear.
Removing his disguise, Chen Yang exited the Red Romance Club. While waiting for Yang Hu, he encountered Qin Mo and Fan Xiaoxian.
"Why are you here again?" Qin Mo frowned, her tone unfriendly. "Instead of staying ho, you keep hanging around places like this? Does my sister know?"
Chen Yang rolled his eyes at the interrogation. This sister-in-law is so disrespectful.
"Xiaomo, you must have misunderstood your brother-in-law!" Fan Xiaoxian quickly interjected. "Brother-in-law Chen Yang is a good person. If it weren't for him the other day, we both would have been in a lot of trouble!"
"That's a separate issue. What does it look like for a man to be showing up in a place like this all the ti?" Qin Mo scoffed. "Besides, I've told you many tis, he is not my brother-in-law!"
"Qin Mo, don't you co here often yourself, and you're a girl?" Fan Xiaoxian couldn't help but retort sharply.
Qin Mo was speechless.
"Tell , Xiaoxian, why do you always side with this loser?" Qin Mo demanded, annoyed.
"I… I'm siding with what's right!"
Unconvinced, Qin Mo glared at Chen Yang. "I'll tell my sister exactly what happened. You can explain it to her yourself!" Throwing those words over her shoulder, she turned and left.
"Governor, please don't mind her. Xiaomo can be a bit willful. I'll have a good talk with her!" Fan Xiaoxian sidled up to Chen Yang with a big grin. "Governor, could you give little an autograph?"
Chen Yang was speechless.
"Hehe!" Seeing Chen Yang's stunned silence, Fan Xiaoxian's smile grew even brighter. "Just kidding! To show my gratitude for the other day, how about I treat you to a al soti?" Before Chen Yang could agree, she was already cheering. "Haha! The thought of having a al with the Nine Gates Admiral is so exciting!"
Chen Yang was speechless again.
"Don't worry, Governor, I'll take care of Xiaomo for you!" Fan Xiaoxian winked before running off to catch up with Qin Mo.
Chen Yang shook his head and smiled. That girl was certainly interesting.
A few monts later, Yang Hu erged, beaming from ear to ear. "Boss, guess how much I won? A hundred and sixty million! Haha… Now we can build a few more welfare houses! By the way, Boss, do you want to keep so?"
Chen Yang shook his head. "Any movent from the Xue Family?"
"Nothing! I told you, they won't shed a tear until they see the coffin!" Yang Hu's smile faded as he spoke coldly.
Chen Yang waved his hand indifferently. "We'll pay them a visit tomorrow."
"As you command!"
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