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However, no matter how difficult it was for Yu Tianheng to accept this reality, in his eyes, Dai Chengfeng's relationship with his aunt Liu Erlong was undeniably ambiguous.
After all, he had personally witnessed his aunt being held in Dai Chengfeng's arms yesterday without any resistance, her eyes heavy with flirtation.
Moreover, Yu Tianheng was fully aware of just how strong this man before him was!
He, Yu Tianheng, was currently no match for Dai Chengfeng. If he acted rashly, it would only result in humiliation.
Thus, all his anger, resentment, and humiliation felt like punches hitting cotton—nowhere to vent. Yu Tianheng felt a suffocating weight blocking his chest.
His face turned from red to green, then from green to pale.
His lips quivered a few times, but no words came out. His throat seemed blocked, and he could only glare at Dai Chengfeng, his eyes burning with rage, yet suppressed by the overwhelming frustration, causing the veins on his temples to twitch slightly.
On the other side, watching Yu Tianheng's conflicted expression—wanting to lash out but forced to hold back—Dai Chengfeng's smile deepened, filled with mockery and amusement.
Holding his teacup, he said teasingly, "My dear nephew, come now…"
"Call me 'Uncle' and let me hear it!"
When Dai Chengfeng's casual, mocking words reached his ears, Yu Tianheng felt a surge of blood rush to his head in an instant!
"Dai Chengfeng… you're telling me… to call you… Uncle?!"
As Yu Tianheng spoke, he instinctively clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white with a faint "crack," his teeth gritted as he glared at Dai Chengfeng.
"Dai Chengfeng, I advise you not to get too cocky!"
"I may not be able to defeat you now, but I won't always be weaker than you!"
"When my soul power increases and more parts of my body can undergo dragon transformation, my strength will far surpass what it is now!"
"I refuse to believe your White Tiger martial soul can always suppress my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!"
"Don't forget, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is the strongest beast martial soul in the world!"
In response to Yu Tianheng's declaration and warning, Dai Chengfeng simply raised an eyebrow.
He took a light sip of tea from his cup, his movements elegant and composed.
"Oh?" Dai Chengfeng's voice was as gentle as a breeze, his tone calm. "It sounds like you have a promising future."
"Glad you know that!"
Yu Tianheng looked at Dai Chengfeng, a hint of pride in his eyes, seemingly proud of his 'world's strongest beast martial soul,' the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
However, just as Yu Tianheng expected Dai Chengfeng to either feel threatened or annoyed that his White Tiger martial soul couldn't compare to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon…
Dai Chengfeng burst into hearty laughter, shaking his head. "My dear nephew, you're still so stubborn."
"But ambition is good. As your uncle, I look forward to seeing your growth! And as your elder, I'll wait patiently for that day to come…"
Saying this, Dai Chengfeng adopted a tone of earnest advice, patting Yu Tianheng on the shoulder. "But alas, that day will never come."
With that, Dai Chengfeng leaned back casually against the chair, holding his teacup, his gaze calmly directed toward the courtyard gate, as if admiring the scenery or confirming something.
His tone carried the flat certainty of stating an absolute fact: "Just remember this…"
"Those who have been defeated by me will never again be worthy of my attention."
Whoosh—
Instantly, Yu Tianheng's already pale face flushed bright red.
He could even feel the veins near his temples throbbing violently, the bulging veins on his forehead writhing under his skin like earthworms.
This feeling of being completely ignored and utterly dismissed was maddening—it was worse than any insult!
Facing Dai Chengfeng, Yu Tianheng felt that all his anger and bold proclamations were nothing more than childish tantrums in front of him.
Especially Dai Chengfeng's calm, collected gaze pushed Yu Tianheng's frustration to its peak, almost making him explode!
And just then—
Tap… tap…
The crisp, rhythmic sound of high heels striking the ground echoed faintly from the street outside the courtyard gate, growing closer to the residence.
Dai Chengfeng's ears twitched ever so slightly.
In the depths of his otherwise calm eyes, a fleeting glimmer of something dark flashed, so quickly it might have been a trick of the light.
"Is she returning?"
Dai Chengfeng silently murmured to himself, his expression unchanged, still radiating the same air of complete control.
However, he glanced once more at Yu Tianheng, who was now like a volcano on the verge of eruption, and slowly curved his lips into an enigmatic smile.
Leaning forward slightly, he smiled kindly and lowered his voice.
"My dear nephew, are you going to call me or not?"
"If you don't…"
Ka, ka, ka…
As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng casually flexed his fingers—strong, defined, and full of power—and loosely clenched his fist.
"If you really want to be rude, I'll have to teach you a lesson on behalf of your aunt."
"Good nephew, you wouldn't want to return to your teammates in the Imperial Battle Squad with a fresh pair of exquisite 'black eyes,' would you?"
"If you don't mind, well… it'll certainly be interesting!"
"You…"
Yu Tianheng's pupils contracted sharply, a chill racing up his spine and straight to his head!
He stared intently at Dai Chengfeng's moving wrist and that devilish smile, his heart pounding wildly.
"I'm a man of limited patience. I'll give you three seconds to decide."
"3…"
Yu Tianheng didn't speak, but his breathing suddenly became rapid. His fists clenched tightly: Was Dai Chengfeng joking?
"2…"
Dai Chengfeng spoke again, his icy gaze locking onto Yu Tianheng's eye sockets, as if choosing the best spot to strike.
Dai Chengfeng wasn't joking—he would actually do it!
Yu Tianheng's heart raced again. The thought of returning to his teammates, Oslo and Yu Feng, with two massive black eyes…
What would those troublemakers say? What would they think?
Just imagining the possible scenes of ridicule and mockery made Yu Tianheng's scalp tingle—it was unbearable, worse than death!
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Yu Tianheng, who was too tense to notice…
The rhythmic sound of high heels outside the courtyard gate grew louder and louder, now reaching the entrance.
Inside the courtyard.
As the final number "1" was about to leave Dai Chengfeng's lips, Yu Tianheng, despite his unwillingness, had no choice but to bow his head in submission.
He shut his eyes tightly, overcome with shame and frustration, and forced out the word through gritted teeth:
"Unc… le…"
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