You're So Confident, You Must Be Strong!

Bai Shaofei was twenty years old, the biological son of the Flying Flower Sect's sect leader.

Of course, he was only one of them.

However, the martial talent he had displayed since childhood was so terrifying that he had always been the one receiving the most attention.

Although he was born into the Flying Flower Sect, he scoffed at the sect's Dual Cultivation technique.

A technique with such a hard ceiling would only waste his martial talent.

Thus, outsiders had no way of knowing that Bai Shaofei had actually cultivated step by step, all the way to his current Mid-sixth Grade realm.

And he was a Mid-sixth Grade who had concurrently mastered multiple martial arts.

His strength was far from ordinary.

As for why he had kidnapped the young lady of the Huang family, there was a hidden reason behind it.

This was a test from a mysterious organization.

The Cao Gang had many disciples, but they lacked refinement.

Most of them were Jianghu wanderers who had joined with their own skills, and their fist and foot techniques were truly hard to watch.

The moment they clashed, one Hall Master had already died beneath Bai Shaofei's sword.

"Hahaha, is this all the strength a Cao Gang Hall Master has?"

One Hall Master, fierce by nature, gritted his teeth and, at the cost of having one arm severed, punched Bai Shaofei square in the chest.

A dull thud.

Bai Shaofei was completely unharmed.

"You..."

That Hall Master stared wide-eyed at the Soft Armor exposed on Bai Shaofei's chest, utterly stunned.

He was actually wearing Soft Armor against his skin.

Then, Bai Shaofei twisted his wrist, his sharp sword slicing horizontally, and cleaved the man's entire head off.

With neither strength nor equipment matching up, continuing to fight would only mean throwing their lives away for nothing.

The remaining few Hall Masters, seeing the situation turn dire, immediately vanished into the vast night.

"Hahaha, so the Cao Gang that once dominated Yangzhou City is nothing but a bunch of useless cowards. How disappointing for this Bai!"

Bai Shaofei laughed loudly.

Then, his expression turned serious, and he coldly addressed a tree not far away.

"Friend, you've been hiding behind there watching for so long. It's time to show yourself."

A tall, slender figure stepped out from behind the tree.

It was Li Xian.

Bai Shaofei looked at the face younger than his own and asked with suspicion, "Why didn't you run? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Li Xian said, "I can't die, and your life is worth a hundred taels of gold."

"Quite the big talk." Bai Shaofei narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Are you also a Cao Gang Hall Master?"

"No, I'm just a steward," Li Xian answered honestly.

"A steward?!"

Hearing this, Bai Shaofei was clearly taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter again.

"Hahaha... you're just a steward?"

"Yes."

Bai Shaofei threw his head back and laughed, his laughter dripping with mockery and disdain.

"If a Cao Gang External Affairs Envoy or higher had come, this Bai would have turned and run. If a Hall Master had come, I might have needed to put in some effort to take them down. But if it's just a steward who's come..."

"What would happen?"

"How is this any different from walking to your death?"

Li Xian said, "You're this confident, so it seems you're very strong."

"More than enough to deal with you." Bai Shaofei's face was full of arrogance.

"In that case, I can rest easy."

"What do you mean!" Bai Shaofei frowned, asking in confusion.

Under the moonlight, the smile on Li Xian's face was quiet and eerie.

The next second, under Bai Shaofei's stunned gaze, Li Xian's form underwent a earth-shattering transformation.

His figure stretched taller, his muscles bulged, and the skin all over his body took on a dark, bluish-black hue, as if he had been coated in a thick layer of metal armor.

And it didn't stop there.

Immediately after, the skin exposed on his surface turned a fiery red, like steel that had been heated until it glowed.

"This is... the highest realm of the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training... and also... the Burning Body of the Crimson Sun Nine Songs?"

Bai Shaofei said, his face full of shock.

He too cultivated multiple martial arts, but to reach the highest realm of any one art relied on more than just talent.

It also required opportunity, resources, and years of unrelenting training.

Now, he was actually witnessing the supreme realm of the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training in a youth even younger than himself.

Could his sword even break through his flesh?

Bai Shaofei couldn't help but doubt this.

In the darkness, Li Xian grinned. "It's been a long time since I've gone all out. Don't die too quickly."

As his words fell, his figure turned into a streak of red Flowing Light in the night, arriving before Bai Shaofei as swift as lightning.

"Tiger Cannon!"

A roar that shook West Ridge Mountain made the surrounding trees tremble violently, sending leaves fluttering down.

"The highest realm of the Tiger Cannon Fist—impossible!"

Bai Shaofei roared in disbelief.

His eyes wide, it was as if he saw a majestic striped fierce tiger appear behind Li Xian, raising its head, opening its gaping maw, and letting out a silent yet earth-shaking roar.

Another art at its highest realm.

Bai Shaofei considered himself a rare genius under heaven, always arrogant and looking down on everyone, but only today did he realize that beyond the sky, there is another sky, and beyond men, there are other men.

"No!"

In Bai Shaofei's despairing cry, he channeled his full power and raised a defensive sword stance before him.

Yet...

The next second.

The sword snapped, the Soft Armor shattered, and his life was lost.

Li Xian pulled back his fist expressionlessly.

Bai Shaofei spat blood, staring in disbelief at the transparent hole that had appeared in his chest.

This hole was neither large nor small, exactly the size of a fist.

"I, Bai Shaofei... actually... died here..."

With that, his head lolled to the side, and he collapsed onto the soil of West Ridge Mountain, breathing his last.

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