His Master Humiliated, the Wretched Master and His Two Disciples

A cold, sinister gleam flashed deep in Chen Yang's eyes, but his face betrayed nothing.

He looked at Yue Shan. "Since the head steward objects, we can discuss this later." As he spoke, he rose to his feet, his imposing presence swelling.

"I've spent the past two years tempering myself in the commandery city, and I have yet to ask an elder to assess the fruits of my cultivation. Head steward, why don't you test me?" Though his words were a request, his tone was a challenge.

"Fine. Let me see how much you've improved in those two years in the commandery city. We'll fight in the sky!" With a stern face, Yue Shan flew into the air.

Once again, Chen Yang clasped his hands behind his back and ascended one step at a time, carrying his showboating through to the very end.

The two stood facing each other in midair, Yue Shan solemn and Chen Yang flippant.

"Head steward, you should attack first. If I make the first move, this might not serve much of a purpose as a test." Chen Yang spoke lightly, yet his voice reached everyone's ears.

"Arrogant!"

Furious, Yue Shan raised his head and punched. Surging blood Qi gushed from the apertures in his limbs, engulfing dozens of meters around him before swiftly condensing into ten boulder-like fist manifestations of Gang Qi that hurtled toward Chen Yang.

Bang, bang, bang...

Deafening sonic booms rang out one after another as the ten fist manifestations smashed toward Chen Yang like falling meteors.

The magnificent sight left the disciples utterly shaken. Even a hundred meters away, they still felt an intense threat of death.

Just one of those fist manifestations falling on them would leave all these disciples without so much as a scrap of bone.

Lin Fan finally gained a tangible understanding of a seventh-grade martial artist's strength. He finally understood why the Blood Wolf Gang and the gambling house's people held Yue Shan in such awe. In a world without cultivation, this power would already rival immortals and gods.

I'm still so far behind. I have to keep working hard, Lin Fan's voice sounded in his heart.

Yet the attack that left Lin Fan feeling powerless to resist only brought a contemptuous smile to Chen Yang's lips.

He thrust one hand forward, and immense blood Qi gushed from his limbs, torso, and the space between his brows, forming a small mountain of Gang Qi around him.

"Excellent!"

The hall master exclaimed in admiration, "Chen Yang has reached Aperture Opening Realm perfection. Truly a cause for celebration!"

"Congratulations to the chief disciple! Congratulations to the martial arts hall!" Hall Master Ma was the first to offer flattery.

"Congratulations to the chief disciple! Congratulations to the martial arts hall!" Everyone else shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens. Only Lin Fan and Yang Kuan remained silent, their eyes fixed on the sky.

The fist manifestations tore through the sky and slammed into the small mountain.

Boom, boom, boom...

The scene rivaled meteors crashing into the earth, the terrifying shock waves whipping up gust after gust of violent wind.

Yet the small mountain remained as immovable as a reef.

"Head Steward Yue, it's my turn." With that, Chen Yang threw a punch as well.

Thirty meteor-like fist manifestations hurtled toward Yue Shan at an even greater speed. Before they reached him, the rushing air already sent his long hair flying high.

An uproar swept through the disciples below.

"Thirty fist manifestations! Senior Brother Chen Yang has mastered the Mountain Suppression Fist to its limit!"

"A true martial prodigy! Twenty-eight years old, seventh grade perfection, and thirty percent mastery of the Intent Realm!"

"The chief disciple will definitely gain admission to a great sect in the prefectural capital and spread the fame of our Mountain Suppression Martial Arts Hall!"

"The chief disciple is fucking awesome!"

"..."

The crowd surged with excitement, Chen Yang's strength winning over countless people.

Even Lin Fan had to admit that Chen Yang was truly powerful. He had no doubt that this attack could destroy a small mountain.

He watched the sky solemnly. Yue Shan threw another punch, sending ten fist manifestations howling out to intercept his opponent's.

But they fell short in both number and quality. Chen Yang's fist manifestations crushed Yue Shan's, then continued bearing down on him.

Yue Shan stepped repeatedly through the air. A hurricane of Gang Qi enveloped him as he flew swiftly across the sky.

Chen Yang smiled disdainfully. Blood Qi condensed behind him into a pair of Gang Qi wings. With a beat of those wings, he became a streak of light and rapidly closed in on Yue Shan. Meanwhile, the thirty fist manifestations changed direction and pursued Yue Shan, drawing ever closer.

Left with no choice, Yue Shan could only raise a small mountain of blood Qi to defend himself.

The fist manifestations struck. The violent collision unleashed terrifying shock waves, and the small mountain of blood Qi crumbled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Pfft..."

Yue Shan spat out a mouthful of blood and plummeted, his presence weakening drastically.

Chen Yang dismissed the fist manifestations and chased Yue Shan down with wings on his back. Then he planted a foot on Yue Shan's chest and rode him down into the training ground.

Thud!

A heavy crash rang out. A broad stretch of basalt shattered, fragments shooting out and cutting quite a few disciples.

But no one cared about such a trivial matter. Every gaze fell on Chen Yang, their eyes filled with awe.

Chen Yang looked down imperiously at Yue Shan beneath his foot. "Head Steward Yue Shan, my apologies. I'm young and couldn't rein in my strength."

Yue Shan clenched his jaw so hard his teeth nearly shattered, veins bulging on his forehead. Trampled underfoot in public, he had lost every last shred of face.

"Chen Yang, fuck your mother!" Yang Kuan cursed furiously and charged at Chen Yang, looking ready to fight to the death.

"Master!" Beside himself with fury, Lin Fan wished he could hack Chen Yang into eight pieces. He charged forward as well.

Chen Yang's gaze fell on the two fellow disciples, utterly indifferent, as though he were looking at weeds by the roadside.

He gave a cold snort, and a blast of force erupted from his body, sweeping toward Lin Fan and Yang Kuan.

As though struck by a meteor, Yang Kuan flew backward, coughing up mouthful after mouthful of blood before slamming into the ground.

Lin Fan could have withstood it if he used his full strength, but this was not the time to reveal himself. He did not resist and met the same fate as Yang Kuan.

The master and his two disciples lay on the ground like dead dogs. Many people looked at them with contempt and mockery.

"They really do come from the same master. The master overestimated himself, and his two disciples can't read the situation either."

"To think they dared oppose the chief disciple. An ant trying to shake a mighty tree-laughably ignorant of their own limits."

"If the chief disciple weren't so magnanimous, no one would say a word even if he killed those three pieces of trash."

"..."

Taunt after taunt reached the three men's ears. When someone fell on hard times, everyone wanted to plant a foot on them. Their contempt for Yue Shan now matched the awe they had once held for him.

Chen Yang did not spare Lin Fan or Yang Kuan another glance. He swept his gaze around, his expression aloof and proud. "Now, I'll say it again. I recommend Junior Brother Li Feng for the position of outer courtyard senior brother. Who agrees, and who objects?"

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

"..."

Everyone agreed. Not a single person dared object. Seeing this, Chen Yang's lips curled into another flippant smile before he leaped back to his seat and sat down.

"Then from today onward, Li Feng will be the outer courtyard senior brother. Li Feng, come up and let everyone get to know you." The hall master stood and made the announcement.

Li Feng straightened his collar, then walked onto the raised platform with his head high and chest out.

His gaze immediately fell on Lin Fan, who had just struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with scorn and disdain.

He said nothing, but Lin Fan understood what he meant.

Trash will always be trash. You think you can fight me?

Lin Fan lowered his gaze, killing intent brewing deep in his eyes.

Li Feng! Chen Yang! Just you wait! If I don't kill you, I swear I'm not a man! He silently swore an oath.