Cripple me?
If Chen Han had said those words a few days ago, everyone would have laughed themselves sick. But now, not a single person doubted he could do it.
"You dare!"
Watching Chen Han approach, Chen Liang couldn't help but scream.
"If you kill me, my older brother won't let you get away with it!"
"How noisy!"
AH!
Chen Han stomped his foot, viciously bringing it down on Chen Liang's knee. The sharp CRACK of breaking bone immediately rang out.
The wretched scream sent a chill down the spines of the surrounding clan members.
"I won't let you get away with this…"
"AH!"
Chen Liang's curses came to an abrupt halt.
Chen Han had shattered his jaw with a kick…
「A moment later.」
Chen Liang had fallen completely unconscious, his life hanging by a thread.
The surrounding clan members watched it all unfold with terror in their eyes. Yet, when Chen Han's gaze swept over them, they all instinctively shrank back, daring not meet his stare.
Furthermore, their eyes held a distinct look of fear.
"Hmph!"
Chen Han snorted coldly and thought to himself:
'It's true what they say: a kind person is bullied, just as a gentle horse is ridden. All these people once used their strength to humiliate me, but now that my Power surpasses theirs, they cower in fear. Martial Disciple Second Layer… this meager amount of strength is nowhere near enough to get complacent. It's not enough!'
At this thought, Chen Han's desire for Power grew even more intense.
He dusted off his clothes and prepared to leave.
Watching his retreating figure, the surrounding Chen Family disciples felt aggrieved and resentful, their frustration palpable.
In just a few short days, the person they once called trash had vanished without a trace.
Was he really about to turn the tables completely?
"Brat, you stop right there!"
Suddenly, a sharp, icy voice called out from behind him.
Chen Han stopped in his tracks and looked back.
The one who spoke was a slightly older young man. His name was Chen Yu, Chen Liang's older brother. At seventeen years old, he had already joined the Main Lineage Clan and now possessed the strength of a Martial Disciple Fourth Layer.
Chen Yu stepped onto the Martial Arts Arena, and the aura of a Martial Disciple Fourth Layer immediately erupted from him, adding a layer of intimidating pressure to the air.
"What do you want?"
Chen Han asked, his expression indifferent.
Although Chen Yu's strength was far greater than his own, Chen Han showed not a single trace of fear.
"Still playing dumb!" Chen Yu narrowed his eyes and barked coldly. "You crippled my brother. Do you really think you can just walk away?"
Chen Han looked up and retorted, "So what? Chen Liang provoked me again and again. He even wanted to take my life. I was merely teaching him a small lesson!"
"You dare to argue!"
Chen Yu clenched his fists, his aura flaring.
He glared at Chen Han, his eyes brimming with killing intent. "No matter what, don't think you're leaving here so easily today. If you want to leave this Martial Arts Arena, I'll cripple you as well. And to ensure you have no complaints when you lose, I challenge you to a fair duel!"
The confrontation between the two immediately drew the attention of everyone around the Martial Arts Arena.
Feeling the gloating stares from the crowd, Chen Han let out a cold laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Chen Yu demanded.
"Fair?" Chen Han lifted his chin, fearlessly meeting his opponent's gaze. "You're two years older than me and possess the strength of a Martial Disciple Fourth Layer. You challenge me, and you have the gall to call it a 'fair duel'? Chen Yu, did a donkey kick you in the head?"
Hearing Chen Han's words, Chen Yu's expression immediately sank.
The crowd, which had just been gloating over Chen Han's misfortune, immediately erupted into discussion.
"He's a Martial Disciple Fourth Layer, and he dares to call it a fair duel?"
"I thought people who join the Main Lineage Clan were supposed to be admirable. For Chen Yu to pick on someone weaker like this is just shameless."
"If I were him, I wouldn't agree to the duel either!"
Hearing these comments, Chen Yu's expression grew so dark it looked like it might drip ink.
Clearly, he hadn't expected to provoke such a public backlash.
However, Chen Yu had no intention of letting Chen Han go just like that…
Flying into a rage from the humiliation, he took a quick step forward. With almost no warning, a punch came flying out. The powerful aura it generated was so strong it actually blew back some of the lower-level clan members, forcing them to stumble backward.
'So strong!'
Facing Chen Yu's surprise attack, Chen Han's gaze sharpened instantly.
Almost by instinct, he immediately threw a punch to meet the attack.
BOOM!
In that instant, their fists met.
A huge bang erupted from the point of impact, and a powerful force radiated wildly in all directions.
SCREEE…
After all, there was an absolute gap in their strength. Chen Yu's Power came crashing down with overwhelming force. Chen Han's body swayed, and he was sent hurtling backward against his will.
He left two clear drag marks in his wake.
'What? He actually took one of my attacks!'
Chen Yu's eyes widened, and he was momentarily stunned.
He was a Martial Disciple Fourth Layer, and it had been a full-power surprise attack. It should have been enough to kill Chen Han in one blow. But he never imagined his opponent would react so quickly, not only raising a fist to block but even managing to withstand his attack head-on.
It wasn't just Chen Yu who was shocked; everyone in the Martial Arts Arena stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.
"How is that possible? Chen Han actually took a direct hit from a Martial Disciple Fourth Layer expert."
"And he seems completely unharmed!"
"What on earth happened to Chen Han these past few days? How did he change so much?"
The murmurs from the crowd grew louder.
The once-scornful looks were gradually fading, replaced by an admiration and respect that had long been absent.
In this world, the weak never have the right to be pitied.
Only the strong are respected.
Chen Han was in the process of reclaiming his title as a genius!
"Damn it!"
Seeing this, Chen Yu grew even more enraged.
The thought that he, a genius who had long since joined the Main Lineage Clan, couldn't even take care of a good-for-nothing—a wave of humiliation washed over him.
Chen Yu's neck flushed red with rage. Suppressing the shock in his heart, he roared and threw another punch. A flash of fire suddenly erupted around his fist as his entire body shot forward, aiming a punch straight at Chen Han's face. "Flame Fist Technique!"
A Middle Level Martial Arts technique!
A Middle Level Martial Arts technique that could only be learned in the Main Lineage Clan's Scripture Pavilion!
Everyone in the Martial Arts Arena looked on in shock.
Chen Liang, who had just regained consciousness, became wildly excited, as if he'd been shot full of adrenaline. He couldn't help but scream inwardly: 'Flame Fist Technique! That good-for-nothing is dead for sure…'
It was truly worthy of being a Middle Level Martial Arts technique.
Even before the punch landed, it already displayed an unimaginable power. Some of the people standing closer could even feel a scorching wave of heat wash over them, as if it would burn their skin to a crisp.
As for Chen Yu, he had been constantly practicing this Fist Technique ever since joining the Main Lineage Clan. He had now cultivated the Flame Fist Technique to the Small Success Realm, allowing him to unleash sixty percent of the technique's full power. As he threw the punch, his confidence swelled; he was determined to utterly annihilate Chen Han.
However, if Chen Yu was fast, Chen Han was faster.
His figure was like a streaking meteor, skimming across the ground. Before the Flame Fist Technique could even reach him, he had already retreated ten feet.
This caused his opponent's killing blow to strike nothing but empty air.
Chen Han's eyes glinted.
He could tell that although his opponent was strong, he lacked practical combat experience. He only knew how to attack with Barbaric Power…
"You good-for-nothing, do you only know how to run? Are you just going to hide in your shell like a coward?" Chen Yu's punch hit nothing, leaving the force in his body with nowhere to go. His blood roiled in his chest, and he couldn't stop himself from cursing. "If you have any guts, then fight me! Watch me obliterate you!"
WHOOSH…
A gust of wind swept past.
Using the Vast Sea Step, Chen Han closed the distance to Chen Yu at incredible speed. He swung the Ruo Shui Golden Saber in his hand with all his might!
"CLANG!"
Chen Yu hastily threw a punch to meet it.
The fiery fist and the Ruo Shui Golden Saber clashed head-on, erupting in a piercing shriek of metal.
Ngh!
Chen Han grunted internally. The Power of a Martial Disciple Fourth Layer was already traveling up the blade and surging into his body. Gritting his teeth against the intense pain, he seized the opportunity when Chen Yu's punch was spent and his strength was exhausted. He shot out a vicious kick that landed squarely on his opponent's chest.
PTUI—
Chen Yu spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying backward.
For a moment, the entire arena fell silent.
"How is this possible…"
On the Martial Arts Arena, everyone was stunned. They stood with their mouths agape, their minds a complete blank.
Chen Yu was a master at the Martial Disciple Fourth Layer.
How could he have been defeated so easily by Chen Han?
Defeating Chen Liang might have involved a bit of luck. But defeating Chen Yu, whose strength far surpassed his own, was something luck could not explain.
"You've lost!"
Chen Han forcefully suppressed the surging qi and blood within his own body and stated slowly.
"I don't accept this!" Chen Yu leaped up from the ground, roaring resentfully. "I'll fight you again… This time, I'll definitely kill you!"
"Fight again?" Chen Han sneered, glancing at Chen Yu. "You've already lost. You don't accept it simply because you can't stand it. Are you shameless enough to try and wear me down by fighting me again? Don't forget, I've already been in two fights…"
With that, Chen Han turned and left the Martial Arts Arena, leaving behind a crowd of stunned Chen Clan disciples.
Chen Yu stood rooted to the spot, his expression dark.
He glanced at his already crippled brother, then clenched his fists. He shouted at Chen Han's retreating back, "You little bastard! Next time we meet, I will definitely kill you!"
Chen Han, who was just about to leave the Martial Arts Arena, stopped dead in his tracks.
Without turning his head, he said, "Next time, I'll be sure to return those exact words to you."
The Chen Clan disciples who heard this all gasped sharply.
As they watched Chen Han's departing figure, a single thought rose uncontrollably in their minds—the genius of old had returned!