I'm Back

During this period of seclusion, Chen Han relied on his proficiency panel to cultivate the Taiji Health Cultivation Technique to the Great Completion stage without a hitch, finally restoring his body completely.

The Mountain Breaking Fist was his primary martial art, while the Taiji Health Cultivation Technique was practiced solely to mend his physique.

Now, this Taiji Health Cultivation Technique had brought him even greater power; his senses were sharp, his body as solid as a rock, far surpassing the peak state he had once held as an Internal Force martial artist.

To others, he might appear to be nothing more than a martial artist who had just stepped into the Internal Force realm, but his actual combat power had long since exceeded that range, reaching the peak of Internal Force, or perhaps even higher!

Black Blade and Death Blade watched this man, who seemed like an evil ghost that had clawed its way out of the abyss, their gazes heavy with unprecedented gravity.

Black Blade's eyes darted around, and after a moment, he spoke, "Chen Han, is it? Would you like to join our Black Mountain Gang?"

"If you join our gang, whether it be women, money, or power, whatever you desire, the Black Mountain Gang can provide."

Chen Han's gaze was cold and detached as he looked at the two of them. "Enough talk. Will you do it yourselves, or shall I..."

Death Blade drew the long blade from his waist, a cold glint erupting in his eyes. "No matter what martial arts you've practiced, since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, then my brother and I will see you off..."

If there was no room for negotiation, then they could go to hell!

The night was as dark as ink as the three of them stared at each other from a distance.

Chen Han's upper body was bare and drenched in blood, steam rising from his skin. His arms hung naturally at his sides, revealing a perfectly proportioned, muscular physique.

He walked toward the two men, leaving a footprint with every step. His expression was blank, yet he carried an air of natural authority!

At this moment, even Black Blade and Death Blade, who had weathered countless storms of blood and slaughter, felt immense pressure.

At a certain moment, Chen Han's gaze sharpened. He exerted force suddenly, causing the stone tiles beneath his feet to shatter and explode. In the blink of an eye, he was before them, his heavy, powerful fist raised high, striking straight at Black Blade without any fancy tricks.

The extreme speed made Black Blade's heart tremble. His hand speed was also quite fast, and he hurriedly tried to block with his blade held horizontally.

However, Chen Han was faster, and his heavy, powerful fist crashed down.

Black Blade took the blow head-on; he was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

Chen Han did not hesitate, his feet moving like the wind as he pressed the attack, giving his opponent not a shred of opportunity. His figure remained right in front of Black Blade, unleashing a ruthless, torrential barrage of attacks.

In the blink of an eye, several punches landed, each one vicious and lethal.

Black Blade slammed hard into the wall, his body finally coming to a stop. But it was too late; his face was unrecognizable, his flesh a mangled mess—he was already a corpse.

Just then, blade light flickered like a shadow, a cold glint flashing by as a lightning-fast strike aimed straight for Chen Han's neck.

Chen Han reacted with incredible speed, dodging the blow with a sharp sidestep.

The latter was shocked. He knew his blade was the Bright Blade, famous for its speed; in Black Lion City, aside from those few top-tier experts, no one could have dodged that.

Who exactly was this man...

Death Blade's mind raced. He knew clearly that today, either he would kill this man, or he would be killed by him.

Immediately, he cast aside all distractions, focusing his entire willpower on the blade in his hand. For a moment, he swung his blade with a speed even he hadn't thought possible, unleashing dozens of strikes in the blink of an eye.

But Chen Han... he was faster!

He dodged repeatedly, his astonishing reflexes causing cold sweat to break out on Death Blade's forehead.

Death Blade gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, swinging his blade as if his life depended on it.

For a moment, the idiom "flashing blades and swords" seemed to manifest in reality.

Yet, his frantic actions only seemed laughable in Chen Han's eyes. "Too slow, too slow..."

Slow???

These words felt like sharp arrows piercing his heart.

His pride had suffered a massive blow.

"You! You're courting death!"

Death Blade bit the tip of his tongue hard, the intense pain clearing his mind. The web of his hand holding the blade split open, and his striking speed actually climbed to a new level.

"You brat, you're courting death! You... you're courting death!"

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

Death Blade had fallen into a reckless frenzy! The stern, imposing demeanor he usually held before his subordinates was completely gone.

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

Death Blade looked forward in disbelief, the sight before him causing his heart to skip a beat.

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

Chen Han remained expressionless, his right index and middle fingers steadily gripping the blade. Not even his skin had been scratched. A cold, emotionless curve touched the corner of his mouth. "Too slow..."

As he finished speaking, he clenched his left hand into a fist, the sound of cracking, shifting bones echoing out. He raised his fist high, looking like a divine giant incarnate.

Death Blade seemed paralyzed with fear, his pupils trembling uncontrollably, yet his body remained rooted to the spot.

Thud!

The heavy, powerful punch slammed directly into his chest. The impact caused his entire ribcage to cave in; his ribs and internal organs were reduced to a pulp of flesh and bone.

Looking at the carnage on the ground, Chen Han gave a cold smile. "Black Mountain Gang, I have returned. Martial Dao, I have returned..."

The Shen residence.

"If you don't open this door, believe it or not, I'll burn your entire house to the ground!"

A burly, obese man pounded viciously on the doors and windows of Shen Yue's home, his features twisted into a hideous snarl as the fat on his face bunched together.

The wooden walls of Shen Yue's home were soaked, already drenched in white liquor, and the middle-aged, dark-skinned man held a match, threatening them with a wicked grin.

Shen Wan'er huddled in the corner of the room, clutching Shen Yue, both of them curled up in terror, while Shen Yue sobbed uncontrollably and Lu pleaded desperately from behind the door.

"Sir, we've already given you all the silver our family had! What more could you possibly want? Are you really trying to force us to our deaths?"

"You think you can fool a ghost with that pittance? My wife has run errands for you so many times, twenty taels isn't even enough..."

The fat man let out a cold snort. "Open the door and let me in; I want to see what kind of valuables you've got in there."

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 sights on the two sisters and was harboring evil intentions.

"What are you doing?"

At that moment, Chen Han returned to the small courtyard and saw the fat man from next door standing before the house, shouting threats.

The fat man froze. He had assumed that the Shen boy, having been gone for days, had either run off or died, yet here he was, back today.

But before he could even attempt to make an excuse, Chen Han had already crossed the distance in two strides, his large hand clamping firmly around the man's fat-laden neck.

The fat man instantly gasped for air, his face turning the color of a pig's liver.

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

"It's him again!"

Chen Han's expression turned instantly grim, and the very air seemed to solidify.

Looking at the fat man, Chen Han's gaze hardened, and without a moment's hesitation, he struck him dead with a single punch!

Arriving at the front door, Chen Han knocked. "It's me, Chen Han."

"Big Brother."

Shen Yue's nose twitched, snot nearly running into her mouth, but upon hearing the familiar voice, she called out tentatively.

"It's Big Brother. Big Brother is... back."