Repaying Him in His Own Coin

What reassured Yang Jinhe was that Yang Chen had already gained the upper hand over Xu Hu in their battle.

Yes, Yang Chen had now completely suppressed Xu Hu.

Compared to Yang Chen, Xu Hu's temperament was far inferior.

From the bottom of his heart, Xu Hu believed that no one in the Yang Family could be his match. It was precisely this sense of superiority that made him feel these so-called genius trash of the Yang Family were not even in the same league as him. With Third Master watching from behind, he naturally wanted to put on a performance as well.

Thus, the moment he attacked, Xu Hu used killing moves without the slightest mercy.

But now, he discovered that Yang Chen was not a bone he could chew through at all.

He grew anxious.

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

Yes, as he exchanged blows with Yang Chen, he had no idea why Yang Chen had concealed his abilities at the start and remained on the defensive. But things were different now. Yang Chen's attacks were orderly and methodical, suppressing him in one breath and giving him not the slightest chance to catch his breath.

Most crucially, Xu Hu had believed that the martial skills he practiced in the Redcoat Gang were surely a cut above Yang Chen's. Yet who would have thought that the martial skill Yang Chen cultivated was far, far more profound and unfathomable than his own?

Every move he made felt as though it struck cotton.

Yet every move Yang Chen made was fierce as steel, making them exceedingly difficult to withstand.

When it came to clashes of martial skills, he was no match at all.

"Soft force!"

"Hard force!"

Yang Chen alternated hard and soft force in an endless cycle. Every inch of power flowed and coiled through his arms, bringing the advantages of the Ba Yun Fist fully into play.

Naturally, such a martial skill was beyond Xu Hu's comprehension. Yang Chen's attacks became increasingly savage, and he had already taken control of the battle's course.

Third Master's expression grew uglier and uglier. He could already tell that if this continued, Xu Hu would most likely suffer a crushing defeat. Yet he was a hundred times unwilling to have him give up just like that. After all, he had been the one to pick the fight, and he would also be the first to back down. Where would he put his face then?

But Xu Hu clearly could not hold on much longer.

Yang Chen is actually this formidable! Third Master roared inwardly.

"Xu Hu is going to lose."

"Unbelievable. Yang Chen can actually win."

Just as everyone could see, Yang Chen had already seized the momentum of victory.

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

The next instant, Yang Chen transformed his soft force into fierce, hard power. His fist carried a howling gale as it crashed down with a boom onto Xu Hu's crossed arms.

"Aah!"

Xu Hu cried out in pain. Both his arms went numb, and he screamed miserably.

Seeing this, Third Master suddenly realized something was wrong. "Xu Hu, retreat!"

Xu Hu had finally recognized the gap between himself and Yang Chen. No longer caring about his pride, he immediately pulled back. But if he wanted to retreat, how could Yang Chen let him have his way?

No matter how today ended, these bandits had surely set their sights on him. Since that was the case, he might as well go all the way. Yang Chen made up his mind. In an instant, he took a stride, moving like the wind, and directly caught up to Xu Hu, who was trying to retreat and end the fight.

In the span of a breath, Yang Chen suddenly seized Xu Hu's arm.

Then Yang Chen forcibly swung Xu Hu's arm in a vicious circle. In the next instant, blood sprayed through the air, and Xu Hu's arm was brutally torn off by Yang Chen.

Repaying him in his own coin!

You, Xu Hu, tore off one of Yang Wu's arms. Then I, Yang Chen, will naturally tear off one of yours.

Of course, Yang Chen was not so magnanimous as to repay grievance with virtue. He was not truly doing this to avenge Yang Wu. He only did it to preserve some of the Yang Family's dignity. After all, if the Yang Family showed no response at all after these bandits behaved so outrageously today, would they not be looked down upon by these outsiders?

One had to know that today was the Yang Family's Coming-of-Age Ceremony, a special day.

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

"Splat!"

Blood spilled all over the ground.

Xu Hu's severed arm was still clutched in Yang Chen's hand.

Xu Hu lay collapsed on the ground, his face filled with terror. Looking at Yang Chen, who held his arm and gazed down at him, his heart turned to ashes. Despair filled his eyes.

"My arm... my arm!" Xu Hu cried out in panic.

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

At last, Third Master could no longer sit still. His furious roar was like a tiger roaring through the mountain forest. "Yang Chen, you dare hurt my beloved disciple? I'll have your dog life!"

Third Master moved as swiftly as lightning, far beyond anything Yang Chen could compare to. In just two or three breaths, he dismounted, sprang forward, and drew his blade. Third Master completed all three actions in one fluid motion without the slightest drag. He was so fast that Yang Chen had no time to react.

Not good. Seeing Third Master move, Yang Chen suddenly felt a terrifying threat to his life.

He knew that no matter what, he could not contend against Third Master. The other man's strength far surpassed his own!

Just as he stood at a loss, a loud clang rang out. A robust figure blocked Yang Chen's path. It was none other than the Yang Family Patriarch, Yang Jinhe, holding a stone blade as he blocked Third Master's savage attack, completely neutralizing his force.

So strong!

Watching Yang Jinhe exchange blows with Third Master, Yang Chen knew that he was still far too lacking. At the very least, he was nowhere near capable of protecting himself.

"Third Master, this is a fight between juniors. For an elder like you to intervene is rather unbecoming, isn't it?" Yang Jinhe held Third Master at a standstill. His tiger eyes were wide with coldness, and he did not yield in the slightest.

It was a resolute gaze, a gaze that declared that even if the Yang Family fell out with these bandits today, he would never retreat.

Third Master was clearly startled by that look, but he soon calmed down and said darkly, "Yang Family Patriarch, it has only been a short while since we last met, yet your martial cultivation has grown again. I wonder, Brother Yang Chen, would you be interested in exchanging a few moves with Liu?"

"You flatter me, you flatter me. But the Coming-of-Age Ceremony is still meant to continue today, so I do not intend to spar with Third Master. On the other hand, now that the juniors' sparring has ended, might Third Master take your men and leave? Otherwise, when the people from the great clans arrive, Third Master will have to exchange greetings with them, wasting more of your precious time." Yang Jinhe shouted in a deep voice.

How could Third Master fail to understand that Yang Jinhe was using the great clans to threaten him?

The Bandit Gang was indeed overbearing and tyrannical, but in the Great Wilderness, they were not truly able to look down on everything beneath heaven. At the very least, they genuinely had to take the Twelve Great Clans' strength into account.

"Hmph. Yang Family Patriarch, I will not forget what happened to my disciple today. You had best hide that precious gem of yours named Yang Chen well. Do not let him wander outside, lest bad people set their eyes on him." Third Master's face darkened as he spoke in a low voice. Then he put away his weapon, clearly no longer intending to press the matter.

"There is no need for Third Master to concern yourself with that. Our Yang Family knows its limits in such matters." Seeing Third Master withdraw, Yang Jinhe breathed a long sigh of relief inwardly, though his expression remained calm.

"Though the green hills remain, the waters will flow on. Yang Family Patriarch, do not grow smug too soon. Our Bandit Gang has never lacked geniuses. Xu Hu is merely the most worthless among them. We are leaving." Third Master gave Yang Chen behind Yang Jinhe a deep look, his meaning plainly threatening. Then, with a sweep of his sleeve, he took the unconscious Xu Hu and left.

Tap, tap.

The bandits departed in a grand and imposing procession. Only then did everyone finally let out the breath they had been holding.