Returning the Blow

However, what put Yang Jinhe at ease was that Yang Chen's fight with Xu Hu had already become a one-sided suppression by Yang Chen.

Yes, at this moment, Yang Chen had completely suppressed Xu Hu.

Compared to Yang Chen, Xu Hu's state of mind was far worse.

Deep down, Xu Hu felt that no one in the Yang Family was his opponent. It was precisely this sense of superiority that made him feel that these so-called trash geniuses of the Yang Family were not on his level. Furthermore, with the Third Master watching from behind, he genuinely wanted to show off.

Therefore, as soon as he attacked, Xu Hu unleashed killing moves, showing no mercy.

However, he now realized that Yang Chen was not a bone he could gnaw through.

He was getting anxious.

The more anxious Xu Hu became, the more flaws appeared in his defense.

Yes, in his exchange with Yang Chen, he didn't know why Yang Chen had held back initially, constantly defending. But now it was different. Yang Chen's attacks were orderly and systematic, completely suppressing him without giving him a chance to breathe.

Most importantly, he believed that his martial skills within the Redcoat Gang were definitely superior to Yang Chen's. But who would have thought that the martial skill Yang Chen practiced was far more profound and unfathomable than his own?

All his moves felt like hitting cotton.

While Yang Chen's moves were fierce like steel, making it difficult to defend against them.

In terms of martial skill clashes, he was no match.

"Soft energy!"

"Hard energy!"

Yang Chen alternated between soft and hard energy, his strength flowing and circulating through his arms, fully displaying the advantages of the Ba Yun Fist.

Naturally, such martial skills were beyond Xu Hu's comprehension. Yang Chen fought more ferociously, dominating the flow of the battle.

The Third Master's expression grew increasingly grim. He could already see that if the fight continued like this, his Xu Hu would likely be thoroughly defeated. However, he was unwilling to let Xu Hu give up just like that. After all, he was the one who had instigated the trouble, and he would be the one to back down first. Where would that leave his reputation?

But Xu Hu clearly couldn't hold on much longer.

"Yang Chen is actually this powerful," the Third Master roared inwardly.

"Xu Hu is going to lose."

"Unbelievable, Yang Chen can actually win."

Indeed, as everyone could see, Yang Chen had gained the momentum to win.

With this momentum, Yang Chen naturally pressed his advantage. He shouted, "Let go!"

The next moment, Yang Chen converted his soft energy into fierce power. His fist, carrying a whistling gale, struck Xu Hu's arms with a bang.

"Ah!"

Xu Hu cried out in pain, his arms going numb.

Seeing this, the Third Master suddenly realized something was amiss. "Xu Hu, retreat quickly!"

Xu Hu finally understood the gap between himself and Yang Chen. He could no longer care about his pride and immediately retreated. But if he wanted to retreat, would Yang Chen allow it?

Regardless of the outcome today, he knew he had been targeted by these bandits. Thus, he decided to go all the way. Yang Chen made up his mind. He instantly took a step forward, moving like the wind, and caught up to Xu Hu, who was trying to retreat and end the fight.

In just a breath's time, Yang Chen grabbed Xu Hu's arm.

Then, Yang Chen forcefully swung Xu Hu's arm around. The next moment, blood splattered as Xu Hu's arm was cruelly torn off by Yang Chen.

An eye for an eye!

If Xu Hu tore off Yang Wu's arm, Yang Chen would naturally tear off one of Xu Hu's arms.

Of course, Yang Chen was not so magnanimous as to repay kindness with enmity. While he was indeed avenging Yang Wu, his actions were primarily to preserve some of the Yang Family's dignity. After all, if the Yang Family showed no resistance to the bandits' actions today, wouldn't they be looked down upon by these outsiders?

One must remember that today was the Yang Family's Coming-of-Age Ceremony, a special day.

No matter what, the Yang Family's reputation could not be lost today.

"Pfft!"

Blood spilled all over the ground.

Yang Chen also held Xu Hu's severed arm in his hand.

At this moment, Xu Hu lay on the ground, his face filled with terror. Looking at Yang Chen, who held his arm and looked down at him, his heart turned to ashes, his eyes filled with despair.

"My hand... my hand!" Xu Hu roared in panic.

"Slap!" Yang Chen threw Xu Hu's arm onto the ground.

At this point, the Third Master could no longer sit still. He let out a roar like a tiger's roar in the mountains, "Yang Chen, how dare you injure my disciple! I'll take your dog life!"

The Third Master moved like lightning, far beyond what Yang Chen could match. In just two or three breaths, he dismounted, drew his saber. The Third Master completed these actions in one fluid motion, without any hesitation, his speed leaving Yang Chen no time to react.

"Not good." Seeing the Third Master's actions, Yang Chen felt a terrifying sense of mortal danger.

He knew that no matter what, he could not contend with this Third Master. The opponent's strength far surpassed his own!

Just as he was at a loss, he heard a "clang" as a sturdy figure blocked in front of Yang Chen. It was none other than the Yang Family Patriarch, Yang Jinhe, who, holding a stone saber, blocked the Third Master's fierce attack, completely neutralizing the Third Master's force.

"So strong!"

Watching Yang Jinhe and the Third Master clash, Yang Chen knew in his heart that he was still far from it. At the very least, he was not yet capable of protecting himself.

"Third Master, it's unseemly for an elder like you to interfere in a spar between juniors," Yang Jinhe said, standing his ground against Third Master. His eyes were wide and cold, showing no intention of backing down.

It was a look of firm resolve, the kind that said he wouldn't retreat, even if it meant falling out with these bandits today.

Third Master was clearly taken aback by this look, but he quickly regained his composure and said menacingly, "Yang Family Patriarch, it's only been a short while, and your martial cultivation has improved again. I wonder if Brother Yang would be interested in exchanging a few moves with Liu?"

"You flatter me. However, the Coming-of-Age Ceremony is still scheduled for today, so I won't be sparring with Third Master. Instead, Third Master, now that the junior spar is over, perhaps you and your men could take your leave? Otherwise, when the major clans arrive, Third Master will have to greet them, which would be a waste of your valuable time." Yang Jinhe said sternly.

How could Third Master not know that Yang Jinhe was using the major clans to threaten him?

While the bandit gangs were indeed overbearing, they weren't truly invincible in the Great Wilderness. At the very least, they had to consider the power of the Twelve Great Clans.

"Hmph, Yang Family Patriarch, I won't forget about my disciple's matter today. You'd best keep your precious Yang Chen well hidden and prevent him from running around carelessly, lest he attract the attention of bad people," Third Master grumbled, his face darkening. Then, he sheathed his weapon, clearly no longer intending to press the issue.

"That won't be necessary, Third Master. Our Yang Family has its own discretion in such matters." Yang Jinhe breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Third Master withdraw, but maintained a calm facade.

"Green hills will never change, and clear waters will always flow. Yang Family Patriarch, don't get cocky too soon. Our bandit gang never lacks geniuses; Xu Hu was just the most useless among them. Let's go." Third Master gave Yang Chen, standing behind Yang Jinhe, a deep, threatening look. With a flick of his sleeve, he led away the fainted Xu Hu.

Thump, thump.

The departure of the imposing group of bandits caused everyone's tightly held tension to finally dissipate.