Chapter 1825: All Appearance, No Substance

His wrist felt a piercing pain; in his own words, he hadn't even seen clearly how Chen Yu made his move before he was subdued by Chen Yu.

"All appearance, no substance." Chen Yu shook his head slowly, then swung a heavy slap across.

With a *slap*, Hansen's head twisted violently, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground with a *thud*, his head hitting the steps hard as he passed out.

"You are all trash, come at me together." Chen Yu scanned the dozen or so foreigners coldly; they weren't even worth a wave of his hand.

However, he didn't intend to use Original Power today; these people weren't worthy of it, and ordinary fisticuffs would be enough to make them cry for their parents.

Chen Yu's words were extremely insulting, instantly infuriating the group; the foreigners let out a howl and lunged forward, stretching their heads out as if afraid of falling behind the others.

Chen Yu flashed forward, charging into the crowd, and pushed his right palm out slightly; with a *hum*, the group was sent flying backward.

With a single palm-wind, he dealt with these people, and Chen Yu warned, "The person I am looking for is not you; don't go looking for trouble for yourselves."

"Oh, how did he do that? Did you guys cooperate with him on purpose?"

"My God, this is practically magic."

A group of foreigners lay on the ground, eyes wide as they shouted and clamored; this move of Chen Yu's had left them completely stunned.

Of course, two guys who thought they were special let out loud cries and rushed up to challenge Chen Yu to a duel.

Chen Yu naturally didn't indulge them; he pointed his right hand into the void and swung a palm out.

*Thump, thump*, several foreigners were flipped over, their heads bloodied from the impact.

With the fate of these few foreigners as an example, the others dared not make any more moves.

"Can you let Liu Zhen come out now?" Chen Yu clapped his hands, as if he had just done something insignificant.

If Liu Zhen didn't come out soon, he would really have to tear down the sign of the Chunsheng Martial Arts Hall.

"Just based on you, you're not qualified, I..." the muscular disciple suddenly stopped, because Chen Yu opened his right hand and slapped it fiercely toward his mouth.

*Slap*... *spit*, the guy's teeth were shattered by the blow, his body was lifted high, and he landed on the ground with a *bang*.

"Who are you? My Chunsheng Martial Arts Hall has never made enemies with anyone; what is the meaning of you coming here to kick my hall and injuring my disciples today?" Just then, a sturdy man walked out.

He was Liu Chunfeng's son, Liu Zhen; he stared coldly at Chen Yu, his hand reaching toward the gun at his waist.

Judging by Chen Yu's performance just now, he concluded that Chen Yu was someone he couldn't afford to provoke; if he really tried to fight Chen Yu by force, he would only end up humiliated himself.

"I have been polite since I arrived; it was your disciple who refused to report it and kept insisting that I was here to kick the hall."

"Since he thinks I'm here to kick the hall, then I have no choice but to kick it for him to see." Chen Yu appeared somewhat helpless: "You really need to ask him about this properly."

Liu Zhen turned his head to look at his disciple, only to see him lying on the ground, spitting blood, and already unconscious.

"No matter what, you injured my disciple; if I don't get this back today, how will my Chunsheng Martial Arts Hall survive in the future?"

Liu Zhen reached to his waist with his right hand, suddenly pulled out the gun, and pointed it at Chen Yu without hesitation.

However, before he could even pull the trigger, Chen Yu flashed, darting to his side with an extremely strange movement technique, and with a backhand grab, the gun in his hand fell into Chen Yu's possession.

The pitch-black muzzle pointed at Liu Zhen; this guy felt his scalp tingle, but in front of his many disciples, he couldn't back down.

"Kid, it's easy for you to fire that shot, but it will be hard to leave Chinatown; go ask around, who is the backer of the Chunsheng Martial Arts Hall?" Liu Zhen steadied himself and threatened.

"It's nothing more than the Fengyi Hall, but the Fengyi Hall doesn't even exist anymore; what are you using to threaten me?" Chen Yu countered.

"You..." Liu Zhen was dumbfounded; Chen Yu was right, the Fengyi Hall was gone, and Wang Ye and his son were both gone—what else did he have to threaten others with?

As for Kaza, who was behind the Fengyi Hall, that was even less worth mentioning; for one, he wasn't Kaza's direct subordinate, and for another, An'er and Kaza had already reached some kind of agreement yesterday—the next ten years would be An'er's world.

"Are you one of An'er's people?" The guy's face suddenly turned ugly; he felt that Chen Yu must be one of An'er's people, otherwise he wouldn't have come knocking.

Everyone knew now that Milan Street belonged to An'er, and An'er would certainly want to cultivate her own confidants after taking over.

And the Chunming Martial Arts Hall was part of Wang Ye's old guard; they would certainly be suppressed, but he hadn't expected the other side to arrive so quickly.

"You're mistaken, I am not one of An'er's people; on the contrary, An'er listens to me." Chen Yu said indifferently: "I know there are some things you can't decide; call your father out for a moment, I want to have a good chat with him."

The expression on Liu Zhen's face changed again and again; he thought quickly, and after a long while, he nodded helplessly: "Alright, I will have my father come out to see you."

Liu Chunming turned and walked inside, and a moment later, an old man followed him out.

The old man was nearly sixty; although he wasn't the kind of high-level expert with crane-like hair and a youthful face, his gait was extremely steady.

He was the founder of the Chunming Martial Arts Hall, Liu Chunming; he had come to Yizhou with his ancestors and had lived here for most of his life.

"Who are you?" Liu Chunming stared at Chen Yu; truthfully, he had been hanging around Milan Street for so many years, but he didn't recognize Chen Yu.

He instinctively assumed Chen Yu was here to seize territory, so his guard against Chen Yu was very high, and the old man's hands were behind his back, his palms already clutching hidden weapons.

"Father... his speed is very fast; according to my estimation, he is at least in the Martial Ancestor Realm." Liu Zhen's tone was somewhat bitter.

When he drew his gun just now, he was more than ten meters away from Chen Yu, but Chen Yu's speed was so fast that he didn't even have the chance to draw the gun.

Therefore, he concluded that Chen Yu was at least a Martial Ancestor Realm expert.

Chen Yu couldn't help but be speechless; he was at the Peering into Divinity stage, alright? And his strength could even kill across realms; Martial Ancestor? He was embarrassed to even mention such a trivial realm.

"Martial Ancestor Realm?" Liu Chunming's expression changed slightly; there weren't many Martial Artists in Yizhou, and as for Martial Ancestors, they could only be called legendary realms, so his expression as he looked at Chen Yu changed involuntarily.

"I am not in the Martial Ancestor Realm, and you don't need to guess my cultivation, because it has no meaning." Chen Yu said indifferently: "You are Liu Chunming?"