Facing Yang Fei’s piercing gaze and overwhelming aura, Wang Wenqian was startled and somewhat panicked.
However, he quickly became furious with embarrassment, abruptly stood up, and with a fierce slap, shattered the table, shouting, "Boy, you’ve finally come, I will personally take your head today to appease the spirits of my father and brother in heaven."
Filled with the vengeance of his father and brother’s murder, Wang Wenqian’s fear of Yang Fei disappeared, replaced only by hatred.
Yang Fei nodded and said, "Yes, Wang Xiongying and Wang Wenxuan indeed died by my hand. As their son and elder brother, it is only right for you to seek revenge. I accept your challenge. Come on."
Wang Wenqian was stunned.
He didn’t expect Yang Fei to say that.
Although he was a member of an elite special force and very confident in himself, he knew, from his ongoing assessment of Yang Fei, that there must be a substantial gap between them.
With his Sixth Rank strength in the Energy Transformation Realm, he couldn’t kill Yan Zhongshan.
Yet here, this young man had killed Yan Zhongshan in one move, clearly indicating that his own strength was inferior to Yang Fei’s.
But now, challenged directly by Yang Fei, Wang Wenqian couldn’t let it go and stepped forward, shouting angrily, "Fine, let me see just how strong you really are."
Yang Fei scoffed, "Don’t talk about ’seeing my strength’. Since you’ve come for revenge, I won’t pull any punches once we start."
Wang Wenqian was immediately intimidated by the furious aura emanating from Yang Fei, his face flushing red, not daring to advance.
"Hmph, such arrogance. Even in my presence, you dare to be so presumptuous, you’re too arrogant for a junior!"
Seeing his disciple humiliated, Wang Chengcuo’s face also fell, and he let out a cold snort.
Yang Fei disdainfully said, "That’s more like it. Since you came to help your disciple seek revenge, why hold back? I’m here today unafraid to battle you, Wang Chengcuo."
Wang Chengcuo was slightly shocked; he could feel that Yang Fei’s arrogance stemmed from genuine confidence, not just a facade to intimidate.
The young man’s imposing manner even put some pressure on him.
"Boy, who is your master?" Wang Chengcuo stared at Yang Fei and couldn’t help but ask.
Yang Fei laughed heartily, "Ha, ha, ha, don’t bother asking who my master is. He’s always told me to solve my own problems and not to use his name, as he can’t afford to lose that face. The rules of our sect are strict, and my master doesn’t coddle his disciples, so go ahead, make your move without worrying about retaliation."
Wang Chengcuo’s face turned red.
The comments Yang Fei made on the Martial Alliance forum had gone viral not long ago, embarrassing many elders in the Martial World who protected their disciples, causing them considerable chagrin.
But at the same time, it made many aristocratic families and sects within the Martial World realize the issues at hand, leading them to strengthen their oversight and control over their disciples.
Now Yang Fei’s words mocked him for coddling his disciples, scoffing at him as a mighty National Guardian who still had to babysit, which indeed was shameful.
Feeling humiliated and furious, Wang Chengcuo harbored a killing intent.
Wang Chengcuo’s gaze sharpened as he stared at Yang Fei, speaking sternly, "Young man, won’t you really tell me who your master is? Perhaps for his sake, I might let you live." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel•fire.net
Yang Fei replied with a laugh, "Stop bluffing. I wouldn’t be here today if I wasn’t sure I could leave unscathed. It won’t be easy for you, Wang Chengcuo, to kill me."
Wang Chengcuo’s gaze intensified, a powerful aura suddenly releasing from him, locking onto Yang Fei: "You dare to be so arrogant in my presence, you’re courting death!"
Yang Fei inwardly marveled; truly worthy of being an Innate Realm powerhouse, he was indeed very strong.
This was the first time since his injury that he faced an Innate Realm Martial Artist head-on. The opponent’s aura, blending seamlessly with the heaven and earth, was astonishingly powerful, profoundly oppressive, and suffocating.
"As far as I know, it seems your Wang Family doesn’t have anyone of merit either. If you can’t kill me today, one day I will thoroughly retaliate against the Wang Family, letting you truly experience the pain of losing loved ones. Then you can come trouble me with legitimate reason," said Yang Fei coldly.
A terrifying breath released from Wang Chengcuo.
He was so protective of his disciple, what more for the progeny of the Wang Family?
Hearing Yang Fei threaten him using the lives of the Wang Family, Wang Chengcuo, as a National Guardian Level powerhouse, was instantly furious.
It had been decades since anyone dared to speak to him like that, today was quite the day.
The terrifying killing intent was unrestrainedly released, forming an invisible Gang Qi in the void that fiercely pressed down on Yang Fei like a massive, tangible mountain.
Yang Fei felt a slight shock in his heart, his inner breath surging powerfully, counteracting the force.
A muffled sound echoed, and the entire spacious private room seemed to suffer the crazy devastation of high atmospheric pressure, suddenly bursting open with a shock wave.
Mo Deqiang stimulated his Inner Strength to protect his body, retreating explosively, but was still swept out by the violent shock wave, breaking through a wall at his back and disappearing from the private room.
It was Third Brother Wei and Huang Yunfu who were the most unlucky, directly blown into the corner wall, fainting, their life and death unknown.
Wang Wenqian stood in place, his body not moved by the shock wave, but his clothes rustled, and his facial muscles shook, his heart startled immensely.
Such strong opposing auras!
How could this kid be so formidable, able to clash head-on with his own master?
And judging purely from the aura, he was not at all at a disadvantage.
"Hmph, try taking one of my moves!"
Wang Chengcuo snorted coldly, his body transforming into a residual image that disappeared, appearing instantly in front of Yang Fei at the doorway.
He too was astonished by Yang Fei’s strength, wondering how such a young man could possess such a powerful aura.
Yang Fei neither dodged nor evaded, clashing with a punch.
Wang Chengcuo did not recognize him, yet he had recognized Wang Chengcuo.
A few days earlier, when he had rescued Tong Yan from the back mountain of the Tong Family, he had clashed with Wang Chengcuo with one move. At that time, the two were evenly matched, but in reality, Yang Fei knew he had taken a slight advantage by surprise; had the other been on guard, he would have been somewhat inferior.
Facing him head-on today, Yang Fei was well-prepared, using a move from the Sky Splitting Divine Fist, Po Gang.
This move made his Fist Power more penetrating, greatly boosting his combat power.
As for the use of the technique "Tide," Yang Fei was not planning to use it just yet since it was too draining and not appropriate.
Like a clap of thunder, the two separated upon contact.
Although Yang Fei was prepared and put forth his full effort, he too was blasted out of the private room by the formidable force.
The concrete doorframe, struck by the shockwave, shattered into fragments, creating a large hole.
Wang Chengcuo also suffered, being blasted out by Yang Fei’s punch, collapsing the wall behind him.
His expression changed, and he exclaimed in shock, "It’s you?"
Finally, he remembered—this was the same young man who had suddenly appeared days ago and rescued Tong Yan from his grasp.
This left Wang Chengcuo utterly astonished.
How is this possible?
This young man, according to the records, was not yet even twenty-four years old. How could he possess such formidable strength?
Yang Fei landed outside the main door, hearing Wang Chengcuo’s shocked exclamation, a smile lifted at the corner of his mouth, he said, "Exactly, it’s me."
Wang Chengcuo, with a stern look, glared at Yang Fei, "You’ve got guts, daring to oppose us, nearly ruining our plans."
Yang Fei responded indifferently, "What of it if I ruined your plans? If I hadn’t been delayed a bit, would the elder Tong Yan have passed away? I will avenge him sooner or later."
"Hmph, you won’t get that chance!"
With a flash of cold light in his eyes, Wang Chengcuo charged towards Yang Fei again.
Although Wang Chengcuo was shocked by Yang Fei’s strength, he had extreme confidence—disbelieving that a twenty-four-year-old could enter the Innate Realm.
It was merely some secret technique that temporarily boosted combat power, not something that could last.