"You, you..."

Guo Zifan's face flushed beet red. His hand trembled as he raised it to point at Yang Hu. "You're calling me trash?" he said indignantly.

"You can't even take one of my punches. If you're not trash, what are you?" Yang Hu retorted with interest. He then drew his paratrooper knife, held it in a reverse grip, and slowly walked toward him. "You dare to have designs on my Sisi? Watch how I'll take care of you!"

At this, Guo Zifan was genuinely scared. He had already lost the ability to fight. With his opponent about to make a move, he didn't have the slightest chance to resist.

"What do you want to do?!"

"I am the Helmsman of the Martial Association's Lingjin City branch! My uncle is the Association President, also known as the prince! Do you dare touch me?" Guo Zifan yelled with all his might.

"What?" Yang Hu was visibly taken aback, but then the corners of his mouth curled into a wide grin.

Haha, looks like I've caught a big one! Not only the Helmsman of the Lingjin City branch, but also the nephew of the Martial Association President? I've hit the jackpot!

But to Guo Zifan, it looked like Yang Hu was intimidated by his status. He couldn't help but sneer, "Well? Aren't you going to help me up?"

SMACK!

Yang Hu raised his right hand and brought it down with tremendous force. With a piercing crack, Guo Zifan pitched forward, his head hitting the ground. He was completely stunned by the slap.

The sheer audacity!

A moment later, Guo Zifan finally lifted his groggy head. Cradling his swollen face, he stared at Yang Hu with bloodshot eyes. "Kid, didn't you hear what I just said? I'm from the Martial Association..."

"I'm here to kill people from the Martial Association," Yang Hu interrupted, patting Guo Zifan's cheek with the back of his knife. He gave a wicked smile. "I hear the Martial Association brought a batch of experts this time?"

A chill shot through Guo Zifan's heart. An inexplicable coldness seeped into his bones, freezing him from head to toe.

"You... you're the one who's been going against my Martial Association?" Guo Zifan's arrogance had vanished, replaced by terror and helplessness. His lips quivered.

"That's my Boss."

Yang Hu didn't bother to hide it. Pulling out his phone, he said, "I think my Boss will be very pleased that I caught a big fish like you."

With that, he dialed Chen Yang's number.

"Boss, guess who I caught at Sisi's place?" Yang Hu grinned. "The Helmsman of the Lingjin City branch. Apparently, he's also the Martial Association President's nephew."

"Alright, I'll bring him over immediately!"

Agreeing, Yang Hu hung up and bared his teeth in a grin. "My Boss says to dispose of you and send your corpse to the Martial Association's branch."

"You, you dare!"

Guo Zifan's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as he screamed hysterically, "My uncle has already broken through to the Thirteenth Rank as the Thousand-Faced Yama! If you dare touch me, all of you will die!"

At this point, his only option was to use the Martial Association and his uncle as a shield.

The laughable thing was that just moments before, he had arrogantly vowed to kill Chen Yang himself, using him as a stepping stone for his own advancement. Yet, here he was, unable to even defeat one of his enemy's subordinates.

Defeated in one move!

How ironic, how utterly ludicrous.

"Trying to use your status to pressure me?" Yang Hu asked earnestly. "In that case, do you know who we are?"

Guo Zifan was indeed very curious and remained silent, waiting for what he would say next. He wanted to see who it was that dared to so brazenly kill members of his Martial Association.

"My Boss is the Commander stationed in Hanyun Valley. He's the Nine Gates Admiral, the Zhennan Prince." Yang Hu patted Guo Zifan's face and spoke softly, "Come on now, tell me, can your Martial Association contend with that?"

BOOM!!

A thunderclap seemed to erupt in Guo Zifan's mind. The sudden roar threw his thoughts into chaos and shattered his Divine Spirit.

Nine Gates Admiral, Zhennan Prince?

This, this...

In an instant, Guo Zifan seemed to have been drained of all vigor, his face ashen, his gaze dull.

The Martial Association had indeed expanded aggressively in recent years, doubling its power. With its President breaking through to the Thirteenth Rank as the Thousand-Faced Yama and being granted the title of prince, one could say the association's influence was unstoppable.

But this didn't mean the Martial Association was invincible! As long as they weren't truly all-powerful, there would always be someone to fear. And among those the Martial Association feared, this Zhennan Prince was definitely in the top three.

Wielding an army of 800,000 Martial Guards, he defended Hanyun Valley, relentlessly driving the Barbarians back. Who would dare to challenge the might of such a War God?

Guo Zifan swallowed hard. He trembled as he spoke, "As far as I know, the Martial Association has no conflict with the Zhennan Prince. Why would he target us like this?"

"Qin Donglai was my Boss's father-in-law! And your Martial Association killed him!"

Yang Hu said coldly, "Moreover, your Martial Association charges exorbitant tuition. Most students learn no real skills and are left with nothing but a hollow title! If we didn't know, that would be one thing. But now that we do, how can we let you brazenly bleed the people dry?"

"My Boss loathes evil and is determined to destroy your entire Martial Association!"

Guo Zifan could no longer support himself and collapsed to the ground. It's over... it's all over...

He had always been successful and complacent. Even if he racked his brains, he could never have imagined he would meet such an end. And the Martial Association, which he regarded as a high and mighty edifice that could never fall, had already been targeted by a fierce beast, poised to be devoured and torn apart at any moment.

SHINK!!

The paratrooper knife in Yang Hu's hand flashed, a chilly silver gleam.

Li Si and Qin Mo had already turned pale with fright, huddling closely together, not daring to move.

When had they ever seen such a scene?

Yang Hu scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

"Sisi, you'll have to put up with staying here a bit longer. My men will be over to clean up shortly." With that, Yang Hu hoisted Guo Zifan's corpse and strode away.

As for Tan Sitian lying nearby, he didn't even glance at her.

"Sisi, I... I was wrong!"

It took a good while before Tan Sitian, scared out of her wits, finally managed to lift her head and plead bitterly. She thought she had found a strong backer, but who could have imagined he was just a useless fraud, disposed of so easily.

"Hmph!"

Li Si snorted coldly, "What a venomous woman you are. Did you really think I would let you go?"

Tan Sitian: "..."

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「The Martial Association, Lingjin City Branch.」

Today, the place was exceptionally lively, with an endless stream of people coming to enroll. Tuition was half-price, a saving equivalent to nearly half a house.

Following the crowd, Chen Yang walked into the lavishly decorated hall, where everything screamed luxury and grandeur. Seeing the long queue at the enrollment counter and the incessant sound of the card machines, Chen Yang was silently amazed. The Martial Association was truly a gold-devouring beast.

There were also quite a few onlookers around. A large portion of these people were idle, waiting here in hopes of witnessing a good show.

After scanning the environment, Chen Yang went straight to the second floor.

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