Bro, Isn't This Going Too Far?!

Yang Jinhong had imagined what it would be like to step into the Fourth Realm Return to Hiding, but he had never expected it to happen under such circumstances.

Feeling the fiery, boiling current within him nourish his battered, ruined organs, his heart surged with emotion, and he was nearly moved to tears.

He understood.

Such a breakthrough would not increase his vitality by much, but it was enough to grant him some strength.

At the very least, it could give The Boss some resistance. At the very least, it could keep the disciples in his dojo from being hurt too badly.

With that thought, his heart immediately opened up.

Looking at Yang Long's astonished gaze and the vicious saber slashing toward him, excitement overflowed across his face.

"Come on! If you've got the balls, fucking chop me again!"

Yang Jinhong bared his teeth and roared, his body charging out like a rampaging tyrannosaur.

His path was straight.

He met Yang Long's Saber Aura head-on, without the slightest flourish.

The blades collided.

A thunderous boom rang through the entire field, making the eardrums of the surrounding Crimson Fire Bandits buzz violently.

Those standing closer, without cultivation to reinforce themselves, rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot.

The Nine-Ringed Saber in Yang Long's hand shattered outright, turning into a sky full of silver fragments that shot into his body like countless concealed weapons.

Scattered wounds appeared across him almost simultaneously.

His body was then slammed by Yang Jinhong's boulder-like frame, sending him crashing heavily into an open patch more than ten meters away.

He struggled to steady himself and remained standing.

As he threw away the half-broken hilt, a streak of blood spread from the torn, trembling web between his thumb and forefinger.

At the same time.

The tiny wounds carved open by the saber fragments began to seep blood, soaking his clothes. In the blink of an eye, he was covered in bloodstains, looking especially terrifying.

Yet that was merely the surface.

In truth, his most serious injuries were in his internal organs.

That clash had directly shifted his organs out of place, nearly killing him on the spot. Even now, waves of agony coursed through his entire body.

Which fucking bastard let this guy out!?

I'm fucking going to have the brothers in the village make him bloom a hundred times, a hundred times, so he'll know why flowers are so damn red!!!

Yang Long's blood boiled, his breath in disarray. As he suppressed his turbulent aura, he cursed inwardly at the true culprit behind all this.

Yet the culprit was currently among the crowd, watching the fight between their The Boss and Yang Jinhong alongside the Crimson Fire Bandits.

It was Shen Xiu, who had been preparing to leave, but after seeing Yang Jinhong suddenly display such might.

He felt that there might still be a chance. Taking advantage of the Crimson Fire Bandits focusing all their attention on the battle between Yang Jinhong and their The Boss, he found an opportunity to blend into their ranks.

After all, he had learned that some new members had indeed joined recently. One more unfamiliar face would not seem strange.

"Who do you think will win, our The Boss or that guy?"

"Obviously our The Boss!"

The bald man rolled his eyes at the new member beside him, clearly disappointed by this brother's lack of faith in The Boss.

After thinking it over, he figured that this unfamiliar face had probably just joined the village and did not yet know much about their The Boss.

So he patiently explained, "Our The Boss has long been a mighty Fourth Realm Return to Hiding expert. Didn't you see that our Village Chief was just playing with that guy earlier?

He was obviously wearing down his strength. Even if he looks like he's been injected with chicken blood now, just watch how long he can last! In the end, our The Boss will definitely win!"

Shen Xiu nodded admiringly and asked, "Brother speaks wisely. May I ask your surname?"

"My surname is Zhao, nothing special about it!"

"Brother Zhao, good to meet you."

The bald man nodded. "It's not that I want to lecture you, but since you've just joined our village, you should at least understand basic manners. Like just now, you should at least have addressed him properly!"

"Understood, understood! But The Boss's saber seems to have shattered. He'll probably be hampered fighting that guy empty-handed. Why not give me your saber, and I'll deliver it to him?"

The bald man nodded approvingly. "Not bad, not bad. Now that's some sharp eyesight!"

Then, when Shen Xiu took the weapon from the bald man and stepped forward to hand it to The Boss.

He immediately stabbed him.

The crowd fell deathly silent.

The Crimson Fire Bandits were dumbfounded.

It was not only Yang Long, The Boss who had just been stabbed, who was shocked. Every Crimson Fire Bandit present was equally stunned.

The scene before them.

Had surpassed even the most absurd thing their minds could have conceived, causing their brains to crash for an instant.

When they came back to their senses and looked at Shen Xiu, the same thought emerged in all their minds without prior agreement: Bro, what the hell are you doing!?

Within the crowd.

The bald man who had just been instructing Shen Xiu was also utterly stunned.

His widened pupils alone showed the tempestuous waves raging in his heart.

Bro, what the hell are you doing?

What am I doing?

I was just giving you some advice. It didn't have to come to this, did it!

It really didn't have to come to this!

Are newcomers these days all this hard to manage!?

One wrong look, and they just go straight for the boss?

The bald man wore an expression of boundless shock, screaming endlessly in his heart. There were so many things to complain about that he did not even know where to begin. He truly could not understand what had happened.

Looking around, he saw companions everywhere with the exact same expression as his.

He rubbed his bald head, stared at his own empty hand with complicated feelings, then silently retreated to the back of the crowd.

Fuck, this was truly dogshit luck.

The bald man was on the verge of tears, praying that no one had seen him hand that kid the saber just now.

All of a sudden.

He felt as though his career might be over.

"You little bastard, get the hell away from me!"

The searing pain in his abdomen twisted Yang Long's face as he roared. He clenched his fist and sent a heavy punch toward the young man before him, determined to smash him into a lump of meat paste!

With all his attention focused on Yang Jinhong across from him, he had never imagined there would be an assassin in his own ranks!

Realizing that this little rat was likely responsible for Yang Jinhong seeing the light of day again, his hatred and fury surged together, and the force behind his punch rose another thirty percent.

Until the sound of tearing wind became a sonic boom!

Shen Xiu lowered his head and threw out a similarly plain, straightforward punch, meeting the attack head-on without yielding a single inch.

Fist met fist with a resounding crash!

A massive force from the fists surged forth like a roaring dragon!

The next instant, a deafening explosion erupted!

Shockwaves burst outward, and dust billowed everywhere.

Within the dust, the two of them each retreated half a step—not a fraction more, not a fraction less.

They were actually evenly matched.

"Good kid! Not bad!"

Yang Jinhong, more than ten meters away, could not help but praise him at the sight, brilliant light flashing repeatedly in his eyes.

Seizing the opportunity, he charged forward as well. No matter what, he had to grasp this hard-won chance.

He had already decided that whether this kid lived or died, whether he himself lived or died, this kid would be his disciple!

Seeing this scene, the Crimson Fire Bandits collectively froze again, unable to believe their own eyes.

Their invincible boss had actually fought an unknown kid who had appeared from nowhere to a draw?

They felt.

That the scenes they had witnessed today had hammered their worldview wave after wave, until they were nearly numb.

Well, that's it! The boss is done for.

I'd better hurry up, pack my things, and head down the mountain!

Outside the crowd, the bald man had been struck so hard he was charred inside and out. He had nothing left to say.