I'm Back

During this period of secluded cultivation, Chen Han used the proficiency panel to bring the Taiji Health Cultivation Technique to great mastery without a hitch. At last, his body had fully recovered.

The Mountain Breaking Fist was his primary martial art, while he had practiced the Taiji Health Cultivation Technique to restore his body.

Now, the Taiji Health Cultivation Technique had granted him even greater strength. His senses were sharper, and his body was as solid as rock—far beyond the peak of his former Dark Force martial artist state.

In the eyes of others, he might have seemed like a martial artist who had only just entered the Dark Force stage. But his actual combat strength far exceeded that level. He had reached the peak of the Dark Force stage, perhaps even surpassed it!

Black Blade and Death Blade stared at him, at this evil spirit who seemed to have emerged from the deepest abyss. Their expressions were graver than ever.

Black Blade's eyes shifted. After a moment, he spoke. "Chen Han, is it? How about joining the Black Mountain Gang?"

"If you join my gang, you can have anything you want—women, money, power. The Black Mountain Gang can give you all of it."

Chen Han looked at the two men with icy eyes. "Enough talk. Are you going to do it yourselves, or shall I...?"

Death Blade drew the long saber at his waist, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes. "I don't care what martial art you've practiced. Since you don't know what's good for you, my brother and I will send you on your way..."

If they couldn't reach an agreement, then he'd go to hell!

The night was as dark as ink. The three men faced one another from a distance.

Chen Han was bare-chested and drenched in blood, waves of heat rising from his body. His arms hung naturally at his sides, and his well-proportioned muscles were flawless.

He walked toward the two men, one steady step at a time. His face was expressionless, yet his presence was awe-inspiring!

At that moment, even Black Blade and Death Blade, who had weathered countless bloody storms, felt immense pressure.

At a certain moment, Chen Han's gaze sharpened. He suddenly surged forward, shattering the stone slabs beneath his feet. In the blink of an eye, he was before the two men. He raised a heavy, powerful fist and struck straight at Black Blade, with no fancy flourish.

Chen Han's speed was so fast that Black Blade's heart lurched. His hands were quick too; he hurriedly tried to raise his saber to block.

But Chen Han was faster. His heavy fist came crashing down.

Black Blade took the blow head-on. He flew backward like a cannonball.

Chen Han immediately gave chase, his feet swift as the wind. He gave his opponent no chance at all, keeping himself right in front of Black Blade as he launched another merciless assault, his attacks crashing down like a sudden downpour.

In the blink of an eye, several punches landed, each one ruthless, each one deadly.

Black Blade slammed into the wall, and only then did his body come to a halt. But his face was mangled, his flesh a bloody mess. He was already a corpse.

Just then, a flash of saber light flickered like a shadow. A strike as swift as lightning shot straight toward Chen Han's neck.

Chen Han reacted instantly, twisting aside and dodging it.

Death Blade was stunned. His saber was renowned for its speed. In Black Lion City, no one except a handful of top masters could dodge it like that.

Who exactly was this man...?

In a flash, Death Blade understood that today, either he would kill this man or this man would kill him.

He immediately cast aside every distraction, focusing all his will on the saber in his hand. In that instant, he swung it again and again at a speed even he hadn't thought possible. In the blink of an eye, he had unleashed dozens of strikes.

But Chen Han... was even faster!

He dodged one strike after another. His astonishing reflexes made Death Blade break out in a cold sweat.

Death Blade clenched his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and swung his saber as if he didn't care whether he lived or died.

For a moment, the phrase "a blur of blades" seemed to take physical form.

Yet to Chen Han, his frenzied actions were laughable. "Too slow. Too slow..."

Slow???

Those words pierced his heart like arrows.

His pride had suffered a tremendous blow.

"You! Are asking for death!"

Death Blade bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. The intense pain cleared his mind completely. The web between his thumb and forefinger split open, yet he somehow swung his saber even faster.

"Kid, you're asking for death! You... you're asking for death!"

"I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!"

Death Blade had fallen into a frenzy, heedless of his own life! He was nothing like the stern, imposing man who never lost his temper in front of his subordinates.

Then, at a certain moment, his saber stopped, and his expression froze.

Death Blade stared ahead in disbelief. What he saw nearly made his heart skip a beat.

The strike aimed straight at his opponent's neck had been caught!!!

Chen Han's face was expressionless. He had caught the blade between the index and middle fingers of his right hand without even scraping the skin. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile devoid of feeling. "Too slow..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched his left hand into a fist. His bones twisted with a series of cracking sounds. He raised his fist high, like the very incarnation of a giant god.

Death Blade seemed struck dumb with terror. His pupils trembled uncontrollably, but his body remained frozen.

Pfft!

The heavy, powerful punch slammed into his chest, caving in his entire rib cage. His ribs and organs were reduced to a pulp, ground to bone dust.

Looking at the wreckage on the ground, Chen Han gave a cold laugh. "Black Mountain Gang, I'm back. Martial arts, I'm back..."

The Shen Family.

"Open the door, or I'll burn your whole family to the ground!"

A burly, fat man pounded viciously on the doors and windows of Shen Yue's home. His features twisted into a savage grimace, the fat on his face bunched together.

The wooden wall of Shen Yue's home was soaked. It had been splashed all over with baijiu. The middle-aged, dark-skinned fat man held a match and grinned as he threatened them.

Shen Wan'er clutched Shen Yue as they huddled fearfully in the corner of the room. Shen Yue was sobbing uncontrollably, while Lu pleaded desperately from behind the door.

"Sir, we've given you every last silver coin our family has! What more do you want? Are you really going to force us to our deaths?"

"You think that little bit of silver can fool the devil? My wife has run around for you so many times. Twenty taels isn't enough..."

The fat man snorted. "Open the door and let me in. I'll see what valuables you've got."

Lu would rather die than open the door. There was nothing of value in the house. The fat man only wanted to get inside because he had set his lecherous sights on the two sisters...

"What are you doing?"

Just then, Chen Han returned to the courtyard and saw the fat man next door threatening them in front of their home.

The fat man froze. He had thought that the Shen family's boy hadn't come home in days because he'd either run off or died. Who would have thought he'd return today?

But before he could even try to explain himself, Chen Han had already taken two steps toward him. At the same time, one huge hand clamped tightly around his fat-covered neck.

The fat man couldn't breathe. His face turned the color of pig liver.

"Wait, it's the Marquis..."

"It's him again!"

Chen Han's expression turned gloomy in an instant. It was as if the air itself had frozen.

Glaring at the fat man, Chen Han's eyes hardened. Without hesitation, he killed him with one punch!

Chen Han went to the door and knocked. "It's me, Chen Han."

"Big brother."

Shen Yue's nose was red and twitching, and her snot was almost running into her mouth. Hearing the familiar voice, she hesitantly called out.

"It's Big Brother. Big Brother, I... I'm back."