"As expected of the Iron-Faced War God, he doesn't need anyone's help to fight. He's got that old style back in the day." Cheng Liang gave a thumbs up and made a sarcastic remark at the opportune moment.
"Let's begin," Chen Zhengyi said in a deep voice. "Let's get started. After we're done, we can have a good chat."
When Chen Zhengyi talked about catching up with the old friends, he really meant it. Although the brotherhood of those days was long gone, the number of old friends he could see was getting smaller and smaller.
"Forget about reminiscing, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand up and reminisce with me later," Cheng Liang said with a smile, then punched each other with his fists. "Let's begin."
Chen Zhengyi raised his head, pushed off the ground with his right foot, and with a whoosh, leaped up, rushing towards Cheng Liang like a cannonball.
Cheng Liang was not to be outdone and threw a punch in retaliation.
Although the two had once shared a brotherly bond, this time they showed no mercy and were both determined to defeat each other.
All that could be seen was fists and feet clashing, one going back and forth.
Chen Zhengyi was called the God of War, so he must have had extraordinary abilities. With the Xuan Yang Sect's techniques at his disposal, he fought with ferocious speed and power.
Cheng Liang's strength was originally slightly inferior to his, but now, with the Five Dragon Tendons, he is no less than Chen Zhengyi.
Boom! Boom! A small octagonal cage was no longer enough for the two of them. Fists and feet flew back and forth, and the iron pipe welded octagonal cage was soon dismantled.
Ye Xingchen watched silently from the side. He was not in a hurry. Although Chen Zhengyi had the Xuan Yang Sect's techniques, Cheng Liang now possessed the Five Dragon Tendons, so Cheng Liang was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.
Moreover, Chen Zhengyi has been living a life of luxury for many years. Although his strength is not much worse than before, he has lost the ruthlessness he had when he fought on the battlefield.
Suddenly, each of them threw a punch at the other. Chen Zhengyi staggered and staggered back several steps, feeling a dull pain in his chest.
Cheng Liang stood there, motionless. After throwing a punch, he took a step forward and quickly retaliated.
This time, Chen Zhengyi was so overwhelmed that he could barely lift his head. He was quite surprised; Cheng Liang's strength was much greater than before.
He no longer held back and unleashed his true strength to fight Cheng Liang head-on.
The final result was that Cheng Liang tackled him to the ground, and then Cheng Liang started punching him mercilessly without hesitation.
Chen Zhengyi covered his forehead and desperately looked for an opportunity to fight back, but since Cheng Liang had already suppressed him, how could he easily turn the tables?
After a brutal beating, Chen Zhengyi bled from his mouth and nose.
"President Chen." Chen Jin was taken aback and took a step forward.
"Your CEO Chen just gave instructions that no one is allowed to step forward to help," Ye Xingchen said calmly. "Besides, if you go up now, you'll be breaking the rules."
"The Chen family has never followed the rules." Chen Jin was furious. He was Chen Zhengyi's most loyal subordinate, and he was more anxious than anyone else to see this situation. He waved his hand and led his men forward.
But several steel pipes that had fallen to the ground suddenly rose up and blocked their way.
At the same time, Ye Xingchen's chilling voice rang out from the side: "With me here, no one can break the rules, otherwise, they will not have a good ending."
"You..." Chen Jin was furious, but they couldn't fight back against Ye Xingchen, so he had no choice but to retreat and silently watch Chen Zhengyi get beaten.
"This punch was for Ye Jinyu." It was clear that Chen Zhengyi was powerless to fight back.
Cheng Liang delivered a powerful punch to Chen Zhengyi's head. Blood gushed from Chen Zhengyi's seven orifices, and his body jerked violently.
"I'll beat you for being ungrateful, I'll beat you for betraying our brotherhood."
“This punch is for me.” Cheng Liang threw another punch, landing heavily on Chen Zhengyi’s chest: “For the ten years I’ve been paralyzed.”
"This punch is for Old Zhou, for your betrayal and forgetting his kindness in training you."
With a swift punch, Chen Zhengyi, covered in blood, collapsed to the ground, grinning maliciously, "So after these three punches, our brotherhood is over, isn't it?"
“The bond between us brothers was broken twenty years ago.” Cheng Liang stood up and said sternly, “I’m here today only to settle things between us once and for all.”
"Chen Zhengyi, from today onwards, all ties between us are completely severed. If we ever meet again, it will be either you or me who lives."
Chen Zhengyi struggled to his feet, panting heavily, and sneered, "Good, good, haha, I should have killed you back then and sent you to join Ye Jinyu."
“Then I thank you for sparing my life. Since you didn’t kill me back then, I won’t kill you today either, as a way of repaying the kindness you showed me back then,” Cheng Liang roared. “But what you did to my brothers, I will repay tenfold.”
Cheng Liang spat out a mouthful of blood, then said to Ye Xingchen, "Let's go."
Ye Xingchen glanced at Chen Zhengyi, who was now covered in blood and looked utterly disheveled. Ye Xingchen suddenly laughed: "Look at you now, what's the difference between you and a dog?"
Chen Zhengyi was furious. He stared at Ye Xingchen and said, "Don't force me to kill you now."
"Do you have the ability to kill me now?" Ye Xingchen laughed: "I would kill you easily if I wanted to, but I won't."
"Chen Zhengyi, do you know that people around you are leaving one by one, and what the consequences of being betrayed and abandoned by everyone are?" Ye Xingchen leaned closer to him and smiled slightly: "This feeling is very painful, more painful than being killed by someone with a knife."
"You've always been a master strategist, confident of victory. What you can't accept is failure."
"Back then, my father defeated you and became the leader of the Five War Gods. Now, I will defeat you and let you taste the bitterness of being betrayed and abandoned by everyone."
"I'll be waiting." Chen Zhengyi's face was terribly gloomy.
Ye Xingchen stretched out his hand, pointed provocatively at Chen Zhengyi, and then left with Cheng Liang.
Chen Zhengyi roared angrily and then punched a pillar hard.
Crack! A crack appeared in the cement pillar. He straightened up and stood up: "Pass down the word: whoever can take Ye Xingchen's head can have anything they want."
"Yes." Chen Jin bowed deeply, knowing that Chen Zhengyi was truly enraged.
"Hahaha, that was great, so incredibly great!" After leaving the house, Cheng Liang laughed heartily, all the pent-up frustration that had been weighing on his chest for years vanishing.
He had always dreamed of giving Chen Zhengyi a good beating, and today he did.
“Uncle Cheng, Chen Zhengyi possesses the Xuan Yang Sect’s mental cultivation method, which is indeed impressive.” Ye Xingchen said, “The Iron-Faced War God is truly something else.”
“Yes, Chen Zhengyi was ranked second only to your father back then. Although we were on par with your father, we were actually miles behind him.” Cheng Liang shook his head and said, “Chen Zhengyi was far behind as well.”
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