"Young Master Ye, I'll teach this kid a lesson!"

As soon as Ye Qianqiu finished speaking, a man with a face full of hideous scars eagerly stepped out from the crowd, a fierce sneer on his face.

The scar on his face looked even more terrifying under his distorted expression.

This guy glanced at Fang Han not far away, his eyes full of disdain, and shouted loudly: "That kid Fang Han must have become a medicine cauldron for the owner of Lin Yin Pavilion. After Lin Xunhuan absorbed some of the medicinal properties in his body, his combat power will definitely be greatly reduced. I am a high-level martial artist. It will be a piece of cake for me to beat him!"

As the scarred man spoke, he rubbed his hands together, his confident demeanor suggesting that he had already trampled Fang Han under his feet.

"Okay, but don't kill him. I'll teach him a lesson after he's seriously injured."

Ye Qianqiu nodded slightly, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, and slowly gave his instructions.

In his view, Fang Han's sudden increase in power must be because he had been refined into a medicinal human by Su Qianyu and the people of the Divine Doctor Valley, and his body carried strong medicinal properties.

However, once this medicinal property is refined and absorbed by someone, Fang Han's strength will inevitably weaken gradually.

In the end, even if Fang Han doesn't die, he will be just like before, reduced to a useless person who can be bullied by everyone.

His idea was the same as most of the rumors circulating in the public. Everyone thought that Fang Han's strength had increased greatly because he had become a medicine man, otherwise it would have been impossible for him to cripple a mid-level Martial Grandmaster like Wu Lei.

In their eyes, Fang Han's strength was nothing but a fleeting moment, as short-lived as a bubble, easily burst.

After receiving Ye Qianqiu's permission, Scarface revealed a smug smile and strode towards Fang Han, looking as if he wanted to devour Fang Han alive.

"Brother Chi, you deal with this guy."

Fang Han glanced at the scarred man, then said to Zhou Chi, "You don't need to hold back when dealing with this kind of lackey."

He disdained to deal with such a minor character personally. Although the scarred man was a high-level martial artist, in his eyes he was nothing more than an ant. With just one glance, he could crush him with his divine sense.

Now, Zhou Chi is at the intermediate level of martial arts master, so he can use this scarred-face man as practice.

After all, Zhou Chi was cultivating the "Eight Desolations Scripture" that he had taught him. With Zhou Chi's talent and skills, it was not difficult for him to defeat an ordinary high-level martial artist while only at the mid-level martial artist level.

"Yes, young master."

Zhou Chi responded and strode out.

He was tall and imposing, like a towering iron tower, and was known as the "Black-faced Tyrant". At this moment, he exuded a chilling aura, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly with every step he took.

"Fang Han, it seems you're really done for now. You only had your moment of glory in the Lin Yin Pavilion."

Scarface glanced at Zhou Chi, paused for a moment, then couldn't help but sneer, his grating laughter echoing in the air: "You think this big oaf can stop me? I'm a high-level martial artist, and he's just a mid-level one. Isn't he just asking for trouble?"

"Scarface, it's not certain who's asking for trouble."

Zhou Chi grunted: "Stop talking nonsense, make your move."

"Then I'll cripple you first, then cripple Fang Han!"

Scarface roared, a fierce glint in his eyes, and swiftly grabbed at Zhou Chi's ribs with a "Eagle Claw" move.

His five fingers were as sharp as steel claws, tearing through the air with a hissing sound and bringing with them a sharp gust of wind.

Before cultivating the "Eight Desolations Scripture," Zhou Chi was merely a high-level martial artist, not yet having reached the realm of a martial master. Even with his tall stature and immense strength, he would likely have had to temporarily evade the scarred man's fierce attacks.

But things are different now. At this moment, Zhou Chi suddenly exerted force with his feet, and the dust on the ground was shaken up.

He moved faster than the enemy, letting out a loud shout as his right fist, like a cannonball, carrying immense power and a whooshing sound, slammed straight into Scarface's eagle claw.

In an instant, the air seemed to be torn apart by the punch, producing a muffled sonic boom that everyone around was startled.

The two immediately unleashed their inner energy, clashing head-on in the most direct and violent way.

"This big oaf can't be unaware of the difference in cultivation levels; it's not something his physique can compensate for."

"Scarface's eagle claw technique is specifically designed to break through martial arts. If Big Fool goes head-to-head with Scarface, isn't he just courting death?"

"Now, because of Fang Han, the Fang family thinks they are very powerful. They really need to be taught a lesson."

Upon seeing this, Ye Qianqiu's men began to discuss among themselves, all with expressions of anticipation, certain that Zhou Chi would be defeated.

In the blink of an eye, Scarface's eagle claws and Zhou Chi's iron fists collided heavily.

The true energy within the two of them erupted instantly, and the powerful impact caused visible ripples to appear in the surrounding air.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out. Ye Qianqiu and his men were about to open their mouths to mock Zhou Chi for overestimating himself when they suddenly heard Scarface let out a shrill scream.

The next moment, Scarface was struck dumb, and he uncontrollably staggered back several steps, his right hand hanging limply, his face filled with pain and disbelief.

Clearly, his entire arm was injured by Zhou Chi's punch, and the bones were broken.

However, Zhou Chi did not give Scarface any chance to breathe.

His towering body, like an out-of-control chariot, charged straight at Scarface with unstoppable momentum.

Scarface stared wide-eyed in terror, trying to dodge, but found his body wouldn't obey him.

With a loud bang, Scarface was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

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