Jiang Chen gazed at the two charging towards him, his eyes slightly narrowed, blood coursing wildly through his veins, revealing a faint trace of blood-red light in his eyes.

Swoosh!

Blood Saber unsheathed, Jiang Chen's energy spanned the sky like a rainbow. He rapidly circulated his cultivation technique and, with a loud shout, cleaved with his saber.

Whoosh!

A bloody mist-shaped saber shadow appeared in the air, causing a tremor in the hearts of Liu Jiangbo and his companion, who abruptly halted their footsteps.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion resounded, leaving everyone in the Martial Alliance Inner Court gaping with disbelief.

Between Liu Jiangbo and his companion, a slash approximately one meter wide and ten meters long appeared on the ground, sinking nearly half a meter and cracks spreading into the surrounding area!

Everyone was stunned, staring dumbfounded at the slash, their eyes filled with inexhaustible shock.

Liu Jiangbo and his companion retreated two steps, exchanged a glance, and their eyes were filled with terror. The saber shadow had barely brushed by them with its gale winds, causing their skin to sting as if they were being sliced by the saber, their insides overtaken by extreme fear.

This... is certainly not an Earth Level Martial Artist? Could this kid be a Heavenly Peak Martial Artist?

No! Even a Heavenly Peak Martial Artist probably doesn't have such strength!

Heavens... could he be?

We're definitely no match! Continuing would be tantamount to suicide! We can't keep fighting!

All the members of the Martial Alliance were flabbergasted, frozen in place, fixated on that slash.

"Come on."

Jiang Chen, saber in hand, pointed at Liu Jiangbo and his companion and sneered, "Let my Blood Saber experience the prowess of the Martial Alliance, and let me see on what grounds you set such disdainful rules!"

As he spoke, Jiang Chen stepped closer to Liu Jiangbo and his companion.

Their complexions drastically changed and, without a second thought, they turned and ran towards the villa. They had been truly terrified by Jiang Chen's slash just now.

The saber was already unsheathed, and to continue fighting would mean death!

"Haha! Hahaha..."

Watching them flee in disarray, Jiang Chen laughed heartily to the sky, "What a joke of a Martial Alliance! It's better not to join!"

With that, he turned and walked towards the exterior of the villa.

"Kid, don't be insolent. You've offended the Martial Alliance, and we will blacklist you; you're as good as dead!" Elder Chen's face was pale as he watched Jiang Chen, shouting fiercely despite his internal trepidation.

"Haha... Bring it on, I'll be waiting for you!" Jiang Chen laughed loudly and, without looking back, walked out of the Inner Court.

"He's really so strong!"

"This kid is arrogantly skilled, but having offended the Martial Alliance, he's sure to die miserably!"

"He's too powerful, but he doesn't know how to restrain himself, utterly unaware of his limits!"

"With such strength at such a young age, it's inevitable that he would be a bit arrogant, but he picked the wrong place to flaunt it!"

"Being this arrogant in the Martial Alliance is asking for death!"

While Jiang Chen was present, none of the Martial Alliance members dared to utter a word. But once he had left the Inner Court and his shadow was no longer in sight, they all burst into indignant chatter.

Liu Jiangbo and his companion looked through the window at Jiang Chen leaving the Inner Court and after a moment of thought, Liu Jiangbo dialed the phone number of Wang Boshan, the Acting President of the Martial Alliance Branch in Dingjing.

Office of the President of the Dingjing Martial Alliance Branch.

Wang Boshan was looking through a stack of documents, selecting candidates for the Martial Alliance tournament that was just a few days away.

The reason he was here was that the president of their Dingjing branch had recently fallen ill, and so he, as the Acting President, was temporarily taking over the responsibilities. He was also working hard; perhaps this was a rehearsal for his eventual promotion to president.

Ding-a-ling!

The ringtone of the mobile phone sounded, and Wang Boshan slightly frowned, took out his phone, and answered with a chuckle, "Hello, Jiang Bo, how's it going over there? Have you found any good prospects?"

"President, our office has been challenged!" a deep voice came through the receiver from Liu Jiangbo.

"What?!" Wang Boshan's face changed, and he immediately furrowed his brow, "Has someone from another city branch come over?"

"No, it was that Jiang Chen. We received him politely, but he was arrogantly unreasonable. We couldn't tolerate it anymore, so we sent a few people to fight him. They lost, and that guy brazenly said our Martial Alliance had no one worth noting. It made me so angry that I wanted to go down and fight him myself!" Liu Jiangbo's angry voice came through.

Wang Boshan's face turned cold as he said, "I had originally thought about trying to recruit this suddenly emerged Jiang Chen into the Martial Alliance to help us in the tournament, but now it seems this kind of person is definitely not what we want. Without this troublemaker, it will be easier for us to make arrangements!"

"The problem is... I'm afraid this thorn might hear about the tournament and decide to participate on his own!"

Wang Boshan let out a cold laugh, "Even better, if he goes there, we'll let him truly understand the strength of our Martial Alliance!"

"Alright." Liu Jiangbo nodded and hung up the phone.

"President Liu, if—what if Jiang Chen really goes to the tournament and President Wang doesn't know his strength, sending someone against him could be humiliating!" Wang Youhua looked at Liu Jiangbo with concern.

Liu Jiangbo gave a sinister smile, "What if President Wang loses face, especially at the tournament? Wouldn't he take it out on Jiang Chen? And if he can't handle Jiang Chen, our president would step in, and if our president isn't enough, maybe he will ask the Jing-Province headquarters for help? By then, wouldn't our grudge be avenged?"

"Brilliant!" Wang Youhua's eyes lit up, and he gave Liu Jiangbo a thumbs up.

Meanwhile, Jiang Chen had already walked out of the villa gates, giving a glance at the nearby security booth.

The guard who had witnessed the earlier events was now hiding inside the booth scared stiff, trembling like a turtle pulling its head back into its shell.

Jiang Chen ignored him, sneered, and walked toward his car.

"Mr. Jiang... Mr. Jiang," a slightly hesitant call came.

Jiang Chen turned and saw the portly Li Fenglin chasing out of the villa.

"You came out? You are not joining the Martial Alliance?" Jiang Chen asked Li Fenglin, puzzled.

Thump!

Li Fenglin knelt down before Jiang Chen and respectfully said, "Mr. Jiang, please accept me as your disciple."

"I don't take disciples," Jiang Chen said indifferently, shaking his head and turning to get into his car.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang!" Li Fenglin, still on his knees, moved in front of Jiang Chen, his face full of pleading, "Mr. Jiang, I truly wish to become your disciple. Please accept me. After today, I have completely lost interest in the Martial Alliance. Please take me in!"

Jiang Chen looked at Li Fenglin with resignation and casually replied, "Well, there's a Qingyun Clinic in Dingjing, which belongs to a friend of mine. I consult there every day. If you can persist in cleaning the clinic for a month, I'll consider your request."

"Yes, I'll make sure it's spotlessly clean!" Li Fenglin joyfully responded.

"Alright, get up now. I have other things to attend to and must be going!"

Jiang Chen called out, got into the car, and left behind the Dingjing Martial Alliance that had been thrown into disarray...

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