Fierce Battle! A Complete End

Inside a side chamber in the back courtyard of the Feng residence, candlelight flickered unsteadily.

A young man paced back and forth anxiously, peering out the window every few moments.

After a while, a middle-aged man slipped through the doorway like a ghost.

The young man immediately hurried over, lowering his voice to ask, "How is it? Does she really have the evidence in her hands?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "The teacup is not in her possession; it must have been stolen by that transport worker. After the incident, that worker entered the Third Young Master's carriage under the pretext of inspecting it. He likely doesn't know the stakes and just snatched it out of greed. The teacup is still in his hands."

"Then he must be dealt with tonight. Find reliable men from outside; don't use our own people."

"This servant understands," the middle-aged man replied. "I have also scouted out the situation where he is being held. They are all small-time characters; a few skilled martial artists should be enough."

"Wait." The young man sat back down in his chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest before gritting his teeth. "This matter allows for no carelessness. All things considered, you must go yourself. You must strike true on the first attempt. If we fail this time, no amount of caution will save us."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then bowed his head. "This old servant understands. I will go myself."

Within the Feng residence, the night watchman struck his clapper, the sound dull and muffled in the night breeze.

Chen Ye was practicing his stance in the room, listening to the two guards outside chatting idly.

One complained that the meal today was too bland and lacked salt. The other had just started to speak when his voice cut off abruptly, as if something had blocked his throat and choked the word off.

Outside the door, it became deathly silent.

Chen Ye, who had been holding his stance, snapped his eyes open without making a sound.

He reached from the bed to grab the long blade he had requested from the Zhou Clan earlier that day, then moved silently to the door, pressing his back against the wall and holding his breath.

The sound of the door lock being picked was exceptionally clear.

Chen Ye instinctively tightened his grip on the hilt.

Creak.

The door was pushed open.

A masked man stepped in silently, his gaze immediately darting toward the bed.

The bed was completely empty.

The masked man paused for a fraction of a second.

In that very instant, Chen Ye, hiding behind him, exploded into motion.

There was no shout, no warning whatsoever.

Chen Ye poured strength into both arms, driving the Array-Breaking Style and the Mountain-Shattering Style to their absolute limits simultaneously.

Veins bulged on his arms, his muscles swelling like balloons as his power surged.

He swung the long blade down with every ounce of his strength toward the masked man.

Caught off guard, the intruder hurriedly raised his own blade to parry.

Clang!

A spray of sparks erupted in the darkness.

The long blade in the masked man's hand was jarred loose, yet he remained standing perfectly still.

Chen Ye's expression shifted.

The force that surged from this man during the parry was not something a Mortal Shedding realm martial artist should possess.

But at this moment, there was no time for hesitation.

It was either him or me.

Chen Ye let out a sharp cry: "Die!"

The strike, which should have easily severed the arm of a Mortal Shedding realm martial artist, was inexplicably deflected by a powerful force when it landed on this man.

The masked man did not give Chen Ye a chance to strike a second time.

He transitioned his empty hand into a palm, sliding through the gap between Chen Ye's arms and slamming it into his chest.

The force of this palm strike far exceeded his expectations.

Chen Ye felt as if he had been struck by a giant hammer; he smashed through the furniture in the guest room, crashing heavily into the wall amidst a spray of wood splinters, his chest caving in slightly.

Clutching his abdomen, he instinctively channeled the warm current of his internal energy into his dantian.

Five specks of light ignited beneath his palm.

A surge of vigorous vitality erupted from the depths of his flesh and blood.

His fractured ribs ground against each other as they began to reset, and the indentation in his chest gradually smoothed out.

Chen Ye shouted with all his might, "If you don't make your move now, don't even think about catching the culprit!"

The masked man's expression changed.

He had not expected that Chen Ye, a mere transport worker, could survive his palm strike, let alone shout with such vigor.

He realized at once that everything tonight might be a trap.

He spun around abruptly, eager to make his escape.

But it was already too late.

A figure plummeted from the roof of the guest room, both palms striking out, the wind of the blows carrying a heavy, profound force.

Bang!

The masked man hurriedly raised his palms to meet the attack.

The moment their palms collided, a ring of shockwaves exploded from between them.

The stone tiles in the guest room shattered into pieces.

Guard Guan followed his first strike with a second, aiming straight for his opponent's face.

Then came the third, the fourth...

Each move flowed like water, every palm strike carrying a distinct, explosive power, the momentum advancing in layers like rolling waves.

He gave his opponent no chance to react.

The masked man retreated repeatedly, the stone tiles beneath his feet cracking continuously.

Amidst the flying debris, he attempted to break out of Guard Guan's offensive, but the guard's palm wind always held the upper hand by half a move, perfectly sealing off any opening for him to switch tactics.

Clatter...

At this moment, torches lit up all around the guest room.

The two personal experts brought by Zhou Clan from the Zhou Family immediately joined the fray, harassing the flanks and instantly creating a three-on-one situation.

The masked man's expression turned bitter. He retreated several steps until he hit the wall, catching sight of Chen Ye not far away.

He judged the distance, his eyes shifting, and lunged directly toward Chen Ye, who was leaning against the wall gasping for breath, his fingers hooked like claws aiming straight for Chen Ye's throat.

Having finished regulating his breath, Chen Ye masked the fading glow and reached out his right hand to grope the ground, finding the long blade the man had dropped when he blocked the earlier strike.

The hilt felt icy cold in his grip.

Instead of retreating, he surged half a step forward.

Array-Breaking Style combined with Mountain-Shattering Style!

The blade thrust upward, piercing into the man's side.

The masked man's fingers stopped half an inch from Chen Ye's throat, unable to move further.

He looked down to see the hilt pressed against his own hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He could not understand how Chen Ye still possessed such strength after taking a palm strike from him.

The masked man roared, trying to strike Chen Ye dead with one last blow.

At this moment, Guard Guan had already lunged before him.

This time, he left no room for his opponent, shattering the masked man's right knee with a single strike, then following up with a backhanded chop to the shoulder blade, dislocating the entire arm from the joint.

The masked man let out a miserable shriek and collapsed to the ground, no longer able to resist.

Guard Guan stepped on his back, his fingers locking onto the man's chin like iron pincers to prevent him from biting his tongue to commit suicide.

Zhou Clan, who had been waiting outside the crowd, walked over and ripped off the man's mask.

Torches crackled in the night wind, their light illuminating the face.

An old woman nearby shrieked, "It's someone from the Eldest Young Master's quarters!"

Zhou Clan's face was cold as frost as she said in a deep voice, "Take him away. I want to see the Patriarch immediately."

The morale of everyone present surged; they hurriedly acknowledged the order and dragged the masked man away toward the Patriarch's residence.

Guard Guan paused as he passed Chen Ye, looked down at him, said nothing, and turned to follow the group.

Chen Ye watched Zhou Clan and the others leave and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

The matter was finally over.

What followed was the internal business of the Feng Family, which had nothing to do with him.

Chen Ye leaned against the wall, gasping loudly, constantly mobilizing the vigorous vitality within his flesh and blood.

Click, click, click!

Chen Ye heard his own broken ribs continuing to reset under the movement of his muscles.

In the chaotic guest room, the sound became exceptionally clear.

But there was no one around, and no one heard it.