Chapter 52

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Zhang Qingyang's emotions surged, his face alternating between pale and red."

"He was already seriously injured, and on top of that, the anger from Wu Zhiguo caused his blood qi to surge, making him cough uncontrollably."

"Cough, cough, you don't even think...... wow!"

"He lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of black blood."

"Hall Master!"

"Hall Master Zhang, what's wrong with you?!"

"Everyone in Tianyi Martial Hall grew tense, their faces full of worry."

"Zhang Qingyang was the pillar of Tianyi Martial Hall; once he fell, the hall lost its backbone, and being annexed was only a matter of time."

"Seeing this, Wu Zhiguo couldn't help but burst out laughing, 'Hahaha, surnamed Zhang, do you really think you can monopolize the genius of Anwu City as your cash cow?'"

"Because of your actions, my shop's turnover has been halved; today I'll make you spit out everything you've swallowed."

"Zhang Qingyang took a pill for internal injuries, barely stabilizing his condition, and said weakly, 'This time I admit defeat; from today on, I won't use Lu Jing's name in any advertisements......'"

"The previously tough Zhang Qingyang sighed, his stature instantly shrinking as he slumped, 'I only hope Hall Master Wu will out of fellow‑sect sentiment give me some face.'"

"Wu Zhiguo shook his head, 'Zhang Qingyang, you're too naive lately, borrowing the title of Anwu City's genius, how much money have you taken from me? You think saying you won't steal business anymore settles it?'"

"The losses of my Disha Martial Hall during this period must be recovered today!"

"Zhang Qing Shan trembled with anger, yet there was nothing he could do against Wu Zhiguo."

"Enough, stop the nonsense—do you have anyone here who can fight? If not, starting today, Tianyi Martial Hall can just close its doors!"

"Wu Zhiguo stepped forward, speaking with high spirits."

"You're going too far—today I'll risk my old life to drag you down with me!"

"Zhang Qingyang shook off the man and woman supporting him, barely steadied his stance, and assumed a fighting pose."

"Dad, let me go—I'll fight in your place!"

"The young woman beside Zhang Qingyang stepped out, looking under thirty, dressed in a neat training outfit."

"Yazi, you're being ridiculous—hurry back!"

"Zhang Qingyang shouted back, 'With your strength, how could you possibly be his opponent? Go back and stay there!'"

"Zhang Yazhi shook her head firmly, 'Dad, you're already in this state; if you keep fighting you'll die—let me go up instead. I'm already a Third‑Realm Martial Artist, so I should be able to exchange a few moves with him.'"

"Wu Zhiguo looked at the deep father‑daughter bond between Zhang Qingyang and his daughter with an expressionless face, feeling no disturbance at all, even a bit amused."

"Hahaha, Zhang Qingyang, you're shameless—you wouldn't really send your daughter out to die, would you? If worse comes to worst, you and your daughter can come at me together, and I'll take you both down!"

"Master, let me and my junior sister take him on together!"

"Just then, the man who had been supporting Zhang Qingyang stepped forward and said, 'Master, since he said we can all go up together, let me and Junior Sister Yazhi take him on. We two are Third‑Realm Martial Artists; taking on a Fourth‑Realm Warrior, we might still have a chance!'"

"Yeah, Dad, we've been practicing the Combined Strike Technique; we still have a chance to beat him!"

"Sigh, you're too naive......"

"Zhang Qingyang shook his head and sighed, 'Wu Zhiguo has been famous for years; he's been stuck at the Fourth Realm for nearly a decade, his strength already at the peak of the Fourth Realm, and he's even fought on battlefields, his hands stained with blood—how could you two possibly be his match?'"

"Dad, you're just boosting others' morale while crushing our own—I've trained with my senior brother for over a decade; even practicing the Combined Strike Technique, we could hold our own against you, let alone him!"

"Yeah, Master, just let us go—the worst that could happen is we get injured; you definitely wouldn't dare kill anyone."

"The man brimmed with confidence, fully unleashing his robust blood qi, 'Master, I've recently made another breakthrough; judging solely by blood qi, I've already got one foot into the fourth level!'"

Zhang Qingyang reached out to sense the young man's surging Blood Qi, and a hint of joy appeared on his dark‑gray face, "Really broken through again; now there's truly a chance!"

"Ha ha, fine, then I'll have you represent my Tianyi Martial Hall to meet that Wu Zhiguo. By the way, be sure to watch his fists and avoid direct collisions as much as possible."

While the few were whisper‑consulting, the waiting Wu Zhiguo opposite grew impatient.

"Hey, why are you being so sluggish? Are you stalling for reinforcements? Let me tell you, if no one steps forward in a minute, I'll act directly!"

"Arrogant!"

Zhang Yazi hissed coldly, standing before Wu Zhiguo, "Old dog Wu, just because you're not even fit for my father to intervene personally, today we juniors will teach you a lesson and make you tuck your tail and run away!"

"Ha ha, little girl, such big talk," Wu Zhiguo smiled, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes; Zhang Yazi's words had completely enraged him, "Then let me see if your fists are as hard as your mouth!"

The next moment.

Wu Zhiguo's figure vanished in an instant.

When he reappeared, his fist was already clenched and striking toward Zhang Yazi's chest.

Zhang Yazi, still inexperienced, was caught off guard by the blow and could only stagger backward for a moment.

"Junior sister Yazi, watch out!"

A man beside them shouted angrily, raising his fist to charge.

Seeing the man clash head‑on with him, Wu Zhiguo's mouth curved, and the coldness in his eyes deepened.

In the flash of lightning, the two figures collided.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening blast, a figure flew backward like a kite whose line had snapped.

"Ah, my hand?!"

The man crashed into the crowd, clutching his hand and shouting continuously.

Lu Jing looked up and saw the man's right hand bent grotesquely, limp and hanging down; the punch had shattered it into a comminuted fracture.

"Senior brother!"

Zhang Yazi shouted, preparing to run over to check the man's injury.

However, after landing his strike, Wu Zhiguo had no intention of sparing the opponent; he transformed his fist into claws and lunged toward Zhang Yazi.

"Yazi, get out of the way quickly!"

Seeing Zhang Yazi about to be seized, Zhang Qingyang hurriedly shouted a warning.

「Ah, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have let them go up! 」

Zhang Yazhi's face changed drastically, she rolled to the side, barely dodging it.

「Yo, this little girl is pretty slippery. 」

Wu Zhiguo let out a strange shout, taking advantage of Zhang Yazhi not being steady on her feet, he launched another attack.

Another punch, extremely fast!

A fist as big as a sandpot unleashed a terrifying sonic boom, blowing the hems of everyone's clothes in the distance.

「Stop! 」

Zhang Qingyang's eyes were about to burst, he rushed forward to try to stop it, but his movement was too large, tugging at his wound, and he collapsed directly to the ground.

And Zhang Yazhi could only watch helplessly as her field of vision was filled by the fist.