The bright sunlight replaced the darkness of the night; a new day was dawning once again.

Thanks to Ren Ling's help, Xiaofan was able to sleep peacefully last night.

When Old Mrs. Ren saw the two of them coming out of the same room, she was greatly shocked, thinking they had impulsively done something behind her back. She quickly grabbed Ren Ling's wrist to check her pulse.

Fortunately, Ren Ling's pulse was steady and strong, indicating that the two had not done anything else last night.

"Young people sometimes need to hold back; alright, alright, time for breakfast. Xiaofan, are you going to the afternoon match?" Old Mrs. Ren suddenly asked.

"Of course, I have to go; now Ren Ling and the Big Guy are both injured, how can I not go?" Xiaofan replied briskly.

"Oh, that's good. About yesterday's match between the Hua and Tong families, do you have any thoughts on it?" Old Mrs. Ren asked again.

"Not many thoughts. I always feel that neither side was giving their all," Xiaofan answered faintly after sitting down. "It was like they were just going through the motions."

"Hmm, clearly, they reached an understanding during yesterday's match. They want to preserve their strength to focus on dealing with our Ren Family. Now that Ling'er, Ying'Er, and the Big Guy are injured, they will probably launch a focused attack on you when the time comes..."

"Just beat them when the time comes. If I can't even defeat a small family, how can I face the Assassination Order?"

"Hmm, very good. Everyone eat, eat."

Old Mrs. Ren greatly appreciated Xiaofan's character. It was quite remarkable that he could maintain a calm demeanor even when facing the formidable Assassination Order.

However, the Assassination Order was indeed troublesome, and the only way to lift it was through the Red Butterfly. Of course, negotiating peace was out of the question, leaving no choice but to dismantle the Red Butterfly organization altogether.

But not only Xiaofan lacked the capacity for such a feat, even the Ren Family couldn't achieve it. Even Yanhuang Soul has been struggling against Red Butterfly for years with no concrete results.

Could Xiaofan really expend his days evading the unseen assassinations? Countering each threat with immediate defenses was not a sustainable strategy.

At 4:30 in the afternoon, in the indoor stadium of the Cultural Park, people from the four families gathered again.

Today's opponents were from the Tong Family. Yesterday's match clearly showed that they had deliberately agreed to target the Ren Family. As for the negotiation terms, no third party knew.

But Xiaofan didn't care about any of that, since he had other matters to attend to after today's fight.

After learning that he was on the Assassination Order list, not only did Xiaofan not panic, he became even more composed, for his strong logic dictated that he couldn't afford to lose his cool. If he didn't remain calm, then everything would be doomed.

So, today, Xiaofan stood here, calmly intent on resolving the matter.

"I'm Tong Daxiong, I wonder who from the Ren Family will come out first to grant me their teachings?"

With a loud call, the final match for the share fight was about to begin.

"Xiaofan, why don't I go first?" Ren Ling suggested, worried that Xiaofan might struggle against five people alone. She offered to fight for a while and come down to rest if she got tired.

"Don't worry. The daughter of the Ren Family should rest well; such physical tasks should be handled by men," Xiaofan tossed out casually, then leapt over several front row chairs with a single jump, and slowly walked to the center of the court.

Seeing Xiaofan step forward, a slight sweat broke out on Tong Daxiong's forehead. He knew he surely wasn't this kid's match, but he had to try to wear down his opponent's energy, since no one else from the Ren Family could fight. If he lost, the rest would be easy.

"Ye Xiaofan."

"Come on. Ha..."

Tong Daxiong uttered a loud shout and swung his fists towards Xiaofan.

The huge fists, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, were a clear sign of an Inner Martial Arts expert. Despite the large frame, the steps were steady and the speed not as slow as one might expect.

But...

'Swish.'

A flicker of a shadow passed by, and Xiaofan grabbed Tong Daxiong's right wrist, effortlessly managing to lock his fingers around Daxiong's throat from behind.

"Next one."

Xiaofan's voice wasn't loud, but the domineering aura was unmistakably clear.

Defeated? The first opponent was dealt with so easily with just one move?

Tong Daxiong couldn't believe his powerless hands. The plan discussed the night before was completely unimplementable; he hadn't even had a chance to display his skills, and he lost just like that.

The entire arena was in shock, especially the Tong Family. They couldn't believe anyone could defeat Tong Daxiong in a single move.

Feeling the loosened grip, a fleeting scheme flickered in Tong Daxiong's eyes, hinting he was plotting something.

'Ha.'

Finally, he seized a surprise moment to free himself from Xiaofan's hold and shouted out loud, attempting to catch Xiaofan off guard.

'Bang, Puff.'

It seemed Xiaofan anticipated that move; he slightly turned aside, kicked with one foot, causing Tong Daxiong to lose his balance, and then hit hard with a mighty slap, sending the large figure sprawling onto the floor.

"Next one." Xiaofan repeated those three words, but this time with an angry shout, signaling that he no longer had the patience to toy with these people.

Now, standing at the brink, who had time to waste on skirmishes over shares? The sooner he wrapped things up, the sooner Xiaofan could get back to devising his counterstrategy.

Under Xiaofan's furious shout, the Tong Family timidly approached to carry the fallen Tong Daxiong away.

It may have looked like a simple blow, but Xiaofan had put significant force into it. Otherwise, they might have thought he was joking.

With Xiaofan's Thunderous Strike, the Tong Family felt tremendous pressure.

After witnessing Xiaofan's battle with the Wu Family Patriarch yesterday, the Tong and Hua families secretly plotted to reserve strength for a stronger strike. Yet, the disparity in skill unexpectedly proven so pronounced.

And the second person sent by the Tong Family was laughable.

Without even announcing his name, he ran around right after stepping into the ring.

Confounded, Xiaofan watched as the fellow bobbed around in front of him, not bothering to give chase, just flicked several toothpicks in his direction.

Frightening the Tong Family member into sprinting faster.

Attempting to drain his Inner Strength? That would require genuine skill.

Nonetheless, the fact that these families managed to preserve and pass on their ancestral martial arts without decay was indeed praiseworthy. Xiaofan suddenly understood why Ren Zhongtian held a martial arts tournament every ten years to contest share control—it was to encourage the three families to keep practicing martial arts earnestly.

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