My apologies, I'm handsomer than you

Rong City.

The Azure Pharmaceutical Group, commonly referred to as the Azure Group.

Every martial artist in all of Daxia had used their Azure Potion at some point.

As the first group in Daxia to develop a Vitality Potion, calling them wealthier than a nation was no exaggeration.

The entire Azure Group was controlled by a single family.

That family was named Meng.

Because the Meng family possessed the True King bloodline, like all families with a True King-level bloodline.

Young members were allocated training resources based on whether they had awakened their bloodline and the degree of awakening.

Nearly three years ago, a major incident occurred in the Meng family.

At the time, it nearly turned the entire family upside down.

A genius with over eighty percent bloodline awakening was almost killed by a pair of siblings.

Because of this incident, the Meng family was mocked by many, accused of internal discord.

In the end, the True King of the Meng family, who usually never meddled, emerged from seclusion to resolve the matter.

Nearly twenty people stood with varied expressions.

A golden-haired youth stood arrogantly behind a man.

Meng Shizhang didn't understand what was happening this time, gathering most of the family members who had activated their bloodlines together.

Only those who had activated their bloodlines could become core members of a True King family.

The last time so many people were gathered was because of him and Meng Tian.

Thinking of Meng Tian, he couldn't help but laugh—a mere clown.

If not for having a good sister, he would have definitely taken revenge for that humiliation.

Thinking of that woman, Meng Shizhang felt some wariness.

Over the past two years, he had been trying to catch up to her pace, but always fell short.

As for Meng Tian, he didn't care at all.

Could it be that Meng Tian had activated his bloodline?

Meng Shizhang considered the possibility; maybe it was true.

He remembered that when Meng Tian left, he had said something.

If he activated his bloodline, he would gather everyone together immediately.

"Dad, did Meng Tian activate his bloodline?"

The middle-aged man sitting beside him grunted in affirmation.

"Yes, it was him who sent the message, saying he wants to make you pay."

Meng Shizhang was stunned for two seconds, then burst out laughing.

"He wants to make me pay? My Bloodline Purity is as high as 82.22. Does he really think he's his sister?"

"Shut up. Don't forget what I always teach you—don't become arrogant just because of a little achievement."

Meng Shizhang flicked his golden hair in defiance.

This wasn't arrogance; it was confidence.

He had the second-highest bloodline activation in the entire family. Besides Meng Tian's sister, who else could compare to him?

Having strength and still being humble—that wasn't his style.

Even if Meng Tian could activate his bloodline, his purity couldn't be higher than his.

They waited quietly.

A few minutes later.

Meng Tian was still wearing a set of training clothes, his face full of excitement.

Today, he could finally do what he had dreamed of accomplishing.

Damn it, the more he thought about it, the more excited he got.

Meng Tian rubbed the scar on his face; it was time to transfer it to someone else's face.

He turned his head to look at the woman beside him, half a head shorter, her face covered.

Entering the Meng Family Hall, Meng Tian's first sight was that head of golden hair standing to the side.

Almost three years, and still so flashy.

Ignoring everyone else's stares.

Meng Tian had no interest in being hypocritical with this group. He roared directly.

"You with the shit-stuffed gut, I've wanted you dead for a long time."

"Come over here. Fulfill your promise."

As soon as these words were spoken.

Most people present furrowed their brows, never expecting that after more than two years, Meng Tian's temperament hadn't been tempered but had instead grown even more reckless.

Some also sensed something was off.

Back when Meng Tian left home and made a bet with Meng Shizhang, every member of the Meng family knew about it.

And to win that bet, Meng Shizhang had spent a considerable sum to ensure that no one at the Wind Thunder Martial Hall who had reached the Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level would teach Meng Tian.

They weren't fools. Seeing Meng Tian so arrogant, there had to be some possibility.

Could it be that after his bloodline was activated, it exceeded eighty percent?

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Meng Shizhang couldn't hold back anymore and started cursing him right away.

He wasn't some easygoing gentleman—otherwise, he wouldn't have pinned Meng Tian down back then and slashed a cut across his face.

But this was the Meng Family Hall, a place for discussing important matters.

"Meng Tian, you're only good at running your mouth."

Meng Tian chuckled lightly, saying nothing more, and instead pulled out his phone.

He had already learned that the first step was to stand on the moral high ground.

"So what if I've got a foul mouth? What are you gonna do about it?"

"I'm also going to play you a recording."

Meng Shizhang frowned, the anger in his heart seeming to be suppressed.

He wanted to see what trick Meng Tian was trying to pull.

"Meng Tian, you've just got a good elder sister. Today, I'll show you that fists are what matter."

"..."

"Meng Tian, how does it feel? Does it hurt? Angry? What good does that do? You two are just orphan siblings, with no parents to back you up, and you still dare to curse me like that!"

"Martyred Parents? What use are they? You're still pinned under me! If you've got the guts, let your dead parents come back to life and help you, hahahaha..."

"You motherfucker, I'll kill you sooner or later..."

The recording was short, just a few minutes.

Originally, these core members of the Meng family didn't think it was anything serious.

But when they heard Meng Shizhang insulting Meng Tian and his sister's parents, everyone's expressions immediately changed.

Some sat back leisurely, ready to watch the drama unfold.

Others frowned, their gazes toward Meng Shizhang turning cold.

Meng Shizhang covered his face, staring blankly at his father.

He had never been hit in his entire life.

"Dad, why did you hit me? Wasn't I just speaking the truth?"

Meng Tian sneered coldly. Hanging out with Brother Xu really taught you things.

Suddenly, he felt his ear being grabbed.

"Ow, ow, ow... Elder Sister, what are you doing! That hurts, that hurts..."

"Why didn't you tell me!"

Meng Tian endured the pain and patted his chest.

"This is a matter between men! You don't need to get involved!"

Beside him, a flicker of heartache passed through Meng Yun's eyes.

She had felt something was off. With Meng Tian's lazy personality, how could he have been so desperate about the Wind Thunder Fist?

Before he played the recording, she thought it was just a clash of pride.

Now, Meng Yun felt that even killing Meng Shizhang wouldn't be too much.

For her younger brother, she would do what needed to be done.

Meng Tian pulled a rusted pair of scissors from his pocket.

This was something he had soaked in a cesspool for three years, only just now taking it out.

"Oh, and there's one more thing I need to make clear."

"Back then, everyone knows about the bet I made with this shit-for-brains who ate his fill of crap, right?"

"If I activated my bloodline and the purity exceeded eighty percent, he would let me slash his face to ribbons."

"And he'd have to kneel and apologize to me. Everyone heard that back then, didn't they?"

Meng Shizhang was completely panicked now. He had never imagined that Meng Tian had recorded it all.

At this moment, the only thing left to struggle over was praying that Meng Tian's Bloodline Purity wouldn't exceed eighty.

"Meng Tian, there's no way your Bloodline Purity is over eighty."

Meng Tian gave a faint smile and said a number.

"I remember after you activated your bloodline, you trained for a day and your Qi-Blood was 77.44."

"Sorry, but I just activated mine, and my Qi-Blood is 77.85."

Meng Shizhang panicked. How could he not remember that number?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! There's no way you just activated and reached 77.85 Qi-Blood!"

"Your Wind Thunder Fist can't possibly have reached the sixth level. Even in the Wind Thunder Martial Hall, few are willing to spend time training the sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist."

"Only the sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist could have helped you activate your bloodline."

In Meng Tian's mind flashed the thunderbolt from the Training Room at Yunshui Second High School.

"Sorry, not only am I better-looking than you, but my luck's better too. I ran into a handsome guy about as good-looking as me."

He wasn't stupid—why would he mention Brother Xu's name and cause him trouble?

"Elder Sister, make your move. You suppress him, I'll take care of him."

Meng Shizhang flew into a rage.

"How dare you!"

The next moment, a slender figure appeared before him, and he met a pair of icy-cold eyes.