Chapter 14: Battle of the Two Heroes

"You Wang Family and Black Tiger Hall are colluding, secretly conducting human experiments—utterly devoid of conscience!" Zhang Jun's voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall erupted in an uproar. Those guests who had been merely observing suddenly showed frightened expressions, instinctively distancing themselves from the Wang Family.

"You... you're spitting blood!" the Wang Family representative's face turned ashen, pointing at Zhang Jun, his fingers trembling.

"Whether it's slander or not, you know it in your own hearts." Zhang Jun snorted coldly, pulled a stack of photos from his bosom, and flung them into the air.

The photos fluttered down, scattering onto the floor.

Someone picked one up and glanced at it, instantly turning deathly pale. The photos revealed, starkly, the grim scenes inside the Black Tiger Hall's secret stronghold, where those used in human experiments suffered.

The evidence is as solid as a mountain, leaving no room for denial.

"Kill him! Don't let him leave alive!" the Wang Family representative's eyes flashed with murderous intent; with a shout, over a dozen black-clad men behind him surged forward in unison toward Zhang Jun.

These black-clad men were elite experts meticulously cultivated by the Wang Family, each highly skilled. They brandished daggers, each move vicious, aiming straight for Zhang Jun's vital points.

Faced with the siege, Zhang Jun remained calm and unhurried. With a shift of his feet, his figure moved like a ghost, weaving through the crowd.

The black-clad men's attacks couldn't even graze the hem of his clothing.

Within Zhang Jun, the Profound Yin True Technique quietly circulated. A chilling, yin aura emanated from his body.

He struck out, without any fancy moves—just a simple palm.

Yet this palm harbored immense internal strength.

"Bang!"

One black-clad man was struck in the chest, let out a miserable cry, flew backward, slammed into the wall, spat blood, and died on the spot.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several more muffled thuds sounded, and several more black-clad men collapsed.

In the blink of an eye, over half of the Wang Family's experts were casualties.

The remaining ones were awed by Zhang Jun's methods and dared not advance further.

"Who else?" Zhang Jun glanced around, asking coldly.

The Wang Family representative's face had turned as ugly as possible. He hadn't expected Zhang Jun to be so formidable.

"Kid, don't get cocky! Today, you must die!"

Suddenly, a cold, eerie voice sounded.

From the crowd, a middle-aged man in a black robe stepped forward slowly.

This man was none other than the true representative of the "superior party" who had previously collaborated with Liu Yunfei—the head of the Zhao Family, Zhao Wují!

"So it's you!" Zhang Jun stared at Zhao Wují, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Indeed, it's me." Zhao Wují sneered, "Zhang Jun, you've ruined my plans; today I must personally slay you!"

Zhao Wují admitted to collaborating with the Wang Family.

"Our two families' goal is the Liu Family's heirloom treasure. Once we obtain it, we can dominate Jiangbei!"

Zhao Wují's ambition was blatantly obvious.

"Dominate Jiangbei? Just with you two?" Zhang Jun scoffed.

"What about adding me?" the Wang Family representative suddenly interjected.

He stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Wují, both exuding powerful auras.

"Two against one—isn't that unfair?" Zhang Jun chuckled.

"Fair? In this world, might makes right!" Zhao Wují snorted coldly.

"If that's the case, then let's go!" Zhang Jun's eyes hardened, his fighting spirit rising.

"Attack!"

Zhao Wují and the Wang Family representative struck simultaneously.

Both were renowned experts whose strength should not be underestimated.

Zhao Wují excelled in palm techniques; his palms flew, layers of palm shadows descending like a violent storm, assaulting Zhang Jun.

The Wang Family representative specialized in leg techniques; his legs were like steel whips, fiercely relentless, never leaving Zhang Jun's lower body.

They coordinated seamlessly, high and low, their offense relentless, completely enveloping Zhang Jun.

Faced with the siege of two masters, Zhang Jun dared not be careless.

He pushed the Profound Yin True Technique to its utmost, meeting each move and neutralizing their attacks one by one.

"Bang bang bang!"

The three clashed, fists, palms, legs, and feet continually colliding, emitting heavy, muffled sounds.

True qi surged, strong winds burst forth.

The surrounding tables and chairs were shattered by the shock.

The guests had long since fled far away, fearing to be implicated.

This battle was heart-pounding and gripping.

"Zhang Jun, be careful!"

Liu Quan saw Zhang Jun besieged and felt anxious.

He let out a loud shout, leading the Liu Family experts forward to join Zhang Jun side by side.

The addition of the Liu Family members made the situation even more chaotic.

Both sides engaged in fierce combat, blades flashing, flesh and blood flying.

"Pfft!"

A Liu Family expert was slashed by a Wang Family member, blood spurting out.

"Ah!"

A Wang Family expert was struck by a Zhao Family member's palm and collapsed, unable to rise.

In the melee, Zhao Wuji and the Wang Family representative continued to stare fixedly at Zhang Jun.

They knew that as long as they killed Zhang Jun, the Liu Family would be nothing to fear.

"Kid, die!"

Zhao Wuji let out a loud shout, and both palms slammed toward Zhang Jun.

The Wang Family representative also lashed out with a leg at the same time, kicking at Zhang Jun's waist.

The two joined forces again, cooperating seamlessly.

Zhang Jun's expression turned grave; he could feel that the two's attacks were even more fierce than before.

He dared not meet them head‑on, and could only dodge.

"Boom!"

Zhao Wuji's palms struck empty air, blasting a huge pit in the ground.

The Wang Family representative's leg also kicked empty air, smashing a pillar to pieces.

After their blows missed, they immediately changed tactics and attacked Zhang Jun again.

Zhang Jun dodged left and right, facing danger at every turn.

"We can't go on like this!"

Zhang Jun thought to himself.

He knew that if he kept passively defending, he would eventually reveal a flaw.

He must take the initiative, seek an opportunity to counterattack.

"Profound Yin True Technique, break!"

Zhang Jun roared inwardly.

The Profound Yin True Technique in his dantian suddenly accelerated.

A surge of yin cold qi, stronger than before, burst forth from his body.

His eyes turned an eerie bluish‑green.

"This is…"

Zhao Wuji and the Wang Family representative sensed the change in Zhang Jun and both showed looks of shock.

They felt that Zhang Jun's strength had suddenly increased by leaps and bounds.

"How is that possible?"

Both felt a strong sense of unease well up inside them.

"Now it's my turn!"

Zhang Jun's voice turned icy and hoarse.

His figure flickered, and he vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, he appeared before Zhao Wuji.

"Not good!"

Zhao Wuji paled in shock and hastily thrust out a palm to block.

"Bang!"

Zhang Jun's palm struck Zhao Wuji's chest.

Zhao Wuji felt a huge force hit him, and his body flew backward like a broken kite.

"Pfft!"

He spat a mouthful of blood in mid‑air, crashed heavily to the ground, struggled a few times, then lay still.

"Brother Zhao!"

The Wang Family representative, seeing this, had his eyes nearly burst with rage.

He never imagined Zhang Jun could be so formidable, defeating Zhao Wuji with a single palm.

"Next is you!"

Zhang Jun turned, his gaze cold as he looked at the Wang Family representative.

A chill rose in the Wang Family representative's heart.

He knew he was no match for Zhang Jun.

He turned and fled.

"You want to run? Not so easy!"

Zhang Jun flashed forward and gave chase.

He struck the Wang Family representative's back with a palm.

"Crack!"

The Wang Family representative's spine was snapped straight away.

He let out a miserable cry, collapsed to the ground, and completely lost his fighting ability.

Thus, the Wang Family expert and the Zhao Family head were both defeated by Zhang Jun.

The whole venue fell silent.

Everyone was deeply shocked by Zhang Jun's strength.

They never expected that this young man could be so powerful.

"Zhang Jun, you…"

Liu Quan walked up to Zhang Jun, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

Zhang Jun's strength had already surpassed his understanding.

"Old Liu, I'm fine."

Zhang Jun gave a faint smile, and restrained his aura.

The yin-cold qi on his body also dissipated along with it.

"Now, it's time to clean up the sect."

Zhang Jun looked at the remaining forces of the Wang Family and Zhao Family.

"Mr. Zhang, spare my life!"

"We were all forced!"

"Please, let us go!"

Zhang Jun ignored them and instead said to Liu Quan: "Old Liu, these people are yours to handle."

Liu Quan nodded, signaling his subordinates to take these people away.