Chapter 284: You Can

This sudden concession left not only Bai Wei and the others watching the fight stunned, but even Jiang Cheng was taken aback and did not chase right away.

Tang Nian stepped back twenty to thirty meters, looking at his right hand, which throbbed with pain.

This A‑Level Combat Suit was bought with a lot of his savings; despite rarely wearing it, he has actually taken good care of it.

As a result, the right‑hand part is wrecked, and repairing it isn't cheap.

More importantly, if the fight continues, it may not just be the hand armor that gets destroyed; if the opponent obtains the Ice Soul, his life could end right here.

Thinking this, he glared fiercely at Xiao Yuanqing, who was not far away.

This incompetent, trouble‑making waste.

Where did he offend such a demon god? No wonder others dare to barge in in broad daylight; a Level 7 Original Force Warrior is a top figure even in the Outer City District.

"Take this guy away."

The next moment, he said.

"!!!"

Zeng Zhiten, Bai Wei and the other two, standing nearby, could not believe their ears.

His master actually abandoned Xiao Yuanqing?

Xiao Yuanqing was already stunned, his head buzzing.

He—he was abandoned? Jiang Cheng heard that and laughed.

One has to say, this fits his style perfectly.

But he still asked, "Are you sure? If I recall correctly, he's your third disciple, right? If I take him away, you know what will happen to him without me having to remind you?"

"Hmph, he was my disciple before, but from now on, he isn't."

Tang Nian said without hesitation.

"Master?"

"Silence!"

Tang Nian scolded, "Don't call me master. I don't have a disciple who loves to stir up trouble like you. How many times have I told you? Focus on your cultivation, don't cause trouble. And the result? You never took it to heart. Today's outcome is your own fault. From now on, whether you live or die has nothing to do with my Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall. Get out."

He had already harbored resentment toward Xiao Yuanqing deep inside.

It was partly a matter of conduct, but more so of talent.

Even Bai Wei, who entered the Entry a little later, was already close to surpassing him in strength.

Moreover, the person before him now was too strong; after fighting the opponent a while earlier, he could at least say he had done him justice.

"Master, master."

Xiao Yuanqing felt the sky collapsing, sprawled on the ground, pleading incessantly.

"Master, please, don't expel me from the Martial Arts Hall. If I go with him, I'll definitely be killed. Master, save me, I beg you."

Seeing Xiao Yuanqing in such a miserable state, even Bai Wei, who harbored grievances against him, could no longer bear it.

"Master, Senior Brother Xiao…"

"Silence, I already said he's no longer my disciple, no longer your senior or junior brother. If any of you plead for him again, don't blame me for showing no mercy and expelling you too!"

Tang Nian said in a harsh voice.

Now the three dared not speak any further.

After all, risking their own futures for Xiao Yuanqing wasn't worth it.

But from this moment, in the three's hearts, Tang Nian's towering image ceased to exist.

"True to being the Gym Master, you discard a subordinate disciple without hesitation. Since you could discard this one today, discarding the other three in the future shouldn't be hard," Jiang Cheng said with a smile.

Tang Nian's complexion changed.

Even a fool could pick up the hidden meaning in Jiang Cheng's words.

But the situation outweighs the person.

It's just a matter of verbal advantage; let the opponent have it for now, then later tell my son about it.

"Alright, I've already given you the money; you should keep your previous promise and leave here, right?"

"You also said, that was the earlier promise."

"What does that mean?"

Tang Nian got a bad feeling.

"Before you struck me, I truly thought so, but after you attacked me, I changed my mind," Jiang Cheng's smile grew cold.

"If I say strike, I strike; if I say stop, I stop. Do you think you're the boss? Today, not only Xiao Yuanqing, you will also die!" With those words, Jiang Cheng kicked off the ground, instantly leapt twenty to thirty meters, landed before Tang Nian, and smashed his fist into the opponent's right hand that held the knife.

The latter never expected it; by the time he reacted, it was already too late.

"Bang!"

The right‑hand armor shattered in response.

The Alloy Battle Knife flew out of his hand.

"No!"

Panic and urgency flashed in Tang Nian's eyes as he hurriedly reached out his left hand to snatch it.

But his speed was about twice slower than Jiang Cheng's.

Before his fingers could even touch the knife, the hilt landed in Jiang Cheng's hand, and in the next instant, a bright azure blade flash flashed.

A spray of fresh blood spurted.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a harrowing scream, Tang Nian's left hand, along with a short segment of his left arm and the arm armor, were all cut off.

Zeng Zhiten and the other two beside him were utterly stunned.

They hadn't actually seen the fight clearly, nor knew how the knife ended up in Jiang Cheng's hand.

But they saw it—their master's half arm flew high into the air, and they heard it: the latter let out a miserable scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Xiao Yuanqing, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, also heard it.

But at this moment, he actually felt a sense of relief.

Yes.

Since he had already been abandoned and could no longer live.

Then he might as well drag the Tang-surnamed person down with him to die.

Best to include Zeng Zhiten, Bai Wei and the others too.

After all, if he can't go on living, neither should these people.

"A good knife."

Jiang Cheng exclaimed in admiration.

At that same spot, he would need to throw several punches to break it.

With the A-grade Alloy Battle Knife in hand, he severed it with a single stroke.

The next moment, he swung again.

This time, Tang Nian's other arm also snapped off.

Fresh blood spurted from the cut.

"No! Don't!"

Tang Nian's face twisted in pain as he said, "Don't, don't kill me—I'll agree to anything you want; please, don't kill me."

Jiang Cheng shook his head.

A blade sliced across his neck.

"Thud."

A headless corpse collapsed to the ground.

"Master, master..."

Zeng Zhiten and the two others, as if all their strength had been drained, collapsed onto the ground.

Although the latter's performance just now had left them feeling bitter, they all worried that one day they too might be abandoned in the same way.

But watching Tang Nian being killed right before their eyes, they were instantly overwhelmed with grief—after all, the feelings cultivated over many years of constant companionship cannot simply vanish.

"Hahaha, good death! Good death!"

Xiao Yuanqing burst out laughing.

Even as Bai Wei and the two others glared at him angrily, he didn't care, shouting, "Old thing, you deserve it! You thought discarding me would let others spare you? Hahaha, stupid! Stupid!"

"Xiao Yuanqing, are you still human? If it weren't for protecting you, would our master have been killed?" Bai Wei demanded.

"So what? If I can't beat others, selling me off is also something he did, right? Hmm? Isn't that so?" Xiao Yuanqing said gloomily.

(End of chapter)