Fan Chen collapsed to the ground, struggling to lift his head. His eyes stared fixedly at Chen Yang.

How… How is this possible? How can he be so strong?!

Then, he fainted.

"Fan Chen, how are you?" Lu Wentao ran over to Fan Chen and checked on him briefly. His face turned livid, and he shouted at Pang Dongqiang and the others, "Why aren't you calling someone to take my disciple to the hospital?"

"Right, right, right!" Pang Dongqiang was stunned for a good while before coming back to his senses. He hastily agreed and instructed the driver of the minibus.

What a useless disciple! So weak! He couldn't even take a single hit! he furiously ranted in his heart.

The minibus took Fan Chen to the hospital.

Lu Wentao's face was grim, his gaze ice-cold, as he walked step by step toward Chen Yang. The expressions on the faces of the crowd, however, were varied. Chen Yang's kick had not only blasted Fan Chen away, but it had also struck them to the core, making their hearts tremble.

So strong!

After all, Fan Chen was rightfully known as the number one expert among the younger generation in Tianque City. This was not a self-proclaimed title but one recognized by countless people. Yet, in a single encounter, he was crippled by one kick from Chen Yang.

GASP… Many people took a sharp breath. Ren Tong's adoptive son was truly something else.

Liu Xuan's mouth fell open in astonishment, so wide that it looked like it could fit a fist. "Grandfather, just how strong is Brother Chen?"

"Hmph!" Liu Changzheng snorted coldly. "Don't forget, Lu Wentao hasn't made a move yet! Chen Yang was so ruthless. Lu Wentao will not let him off!"

Liu Xuan was speechless, her hands clasped tightly together, her gaze anxious.

"Boy, kneel down now!"

Lu Wentao's piercing voice echoed throughout the venue. As he approached Chen Yang, the aura emanating from his body began to undergo an earth-shattering change. His aura became like a battle-hardened spear, thick with a churning, surging Yin Evil Qi. His slightly hunched body straightened in an instant, his eyes blazing, showing no signs of his advanced age.

For Chen Yang to defeat his disciple so effortlessly was a complete slap in the face. How could he, Tianque City's top expert, maintain his dignity? There was also another problem. Fan Chen was the eldest young master of the Fan Family, Tianque City's wealthiest and most powerful clan. With his student injured so severely today, he, as the master, could not escape blame. The wrath of the Fan Family Head was not something an ordinary person could endure.

Under this combined pressure, Lu Wentao was seething with an irrepressible rage. He was now intent on killing.

This scene was, of course, exactly what Pang Dongqiang and Feng Zhen wanted to see. They stepped aside, grinning cruelly.

"So young, yet so vicious. I cannot let you live!" Lu Wentao said gravely. His rage would not be appeased until he killed Chen Yang today.

Just as he was about to make his move, a jeep suddenly stopped on the nearby road. A tall, imposing middle-aged man wearing martial boots and a martial uniform stepped out of the vehicle, instantly attracting countless astonished gazes. His powerful build and uniform were one thing, but many people present also recognized the man.

Wu Yue! One of the heads of the Martial Department's Tianque City Division. He was Pan Zhuohai's partner from the Pan Family, and they jointly managed the Tianque City Division.

"Wu Yue? Why is he here?"

"Could it be about the Pan Family's matter?"

The crowd murmured among themselves, speculating wildly.

Lu Wentao stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowed, not daring to make a rash move. Under the watchful eyes of the entire crowd, Wu Yue walked straight up to Chen Yang.

Many people raised their eyebrows, completely bewildered.

Then, Wu Yue stood at attention. "Wu Yue of the Tianque City Division, at your service, Governor!"

Lu Wentao, Meng Quan, and Liu Changzheng were rendered speechless.

"The… the Governor?"

"He's the Nine Gates Admiral, the Zhennan Prince? Chen Yang?!"

After a brief silence, a wave of exclamations rippled across the small square. Standing to the side, Lu Wentao's face turned deathly pale, his palms slick with sweat. Liu Changzheng and the others stared with their mouths agape, sucking in sharp breaths of cold air.

How… how is this possible?!

Wu Yue continued, "Governor, regarding the actions of Pan Zhuohai, my department has been fully briefed by the Ten Thousand Martial Guards. On behalf of my division, I offer our sincere apologies for his behavior!"

Wu Yue bowed respectfully before adding, "We are in the process of purging the malignant influence of Pan Haizhuo and Pan Yang's faction. Even if it means grinding their bones to dust, we will wipe them out completely! I implore the Governor to supervise!"

Chen Yang studied him for a moment, then waved his hand. "You have full authority to handle it."

"Thank you for your trust, Governor." Wu Yue secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The tension that had gripped his entire body finally began to ease. On his way over, he had cursed the Pan Family's ancestors for eighteen generations. Those suicidal fools, daring to act so belligerently in front of the Zhennan Prince—did they have a death wish? The way Chen Yang had dealt with the Pan Family had truly terrified him to the core.

Wu Yue retreated, and the square descended into a deathly silence. This revelation left everyone in a state of profound shock, as if a colossal wave had swept over them, crashing violently against their hearts. It was too incredible to believe. Many people in the surrounding crowd rubbed their eyes, but they were eventually forced to accept the truth.

It really was him who mobilized the Ten Thousand Martial Guards last night.

Among those present, Meng Quan and Liu Changzheng were hit the hardest. Their hands gripped their thighs, desperately trying to control their trembling, but the harder they tried, the more violently they shook. After only a moment, they both collapsed to the ground with a thud.

An adopted son. A nobody with no background. In their minds, Chen Yang was destined for a life of failure, perhaps even poverty. But the reality...

"You all strut around like you're the Heavenly King himself, but what right do you have to judge my Cheng Chenyang? To say you're all blind is putting it mildly!" Ren Tong's voice cut through the silence. "Come on, you old fools! Repeat what you said earlier!"

The vast square was utterly silent.

Ren Tong glared fiercely and continued in a cold voice, "I, Ren Tong, may not be a man of great accomplishments. I dedicated my entire life to the Martial Department and didn't achieve much! But I dare say, compared to you lot who spend your time in court forming cliques and scheming against one another, my conscience is clear! I am worthy of the house that was allocated to me and the Retirement Grant I received!"

No one said a word.

The very things they had always scorned and looked down upon were, in his heart...

Called conscience.

Called backbone.

A clear conscience, to live one's life with integrity and honor. Even if others look down on me, I will remain true to myself, seeking only peace of mind.

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