Zhang Xiong, who had just been cursing He Yunxiao, was speechless as he looked at He Yunxiao's fist. Zhang Xiong's martial arts intuition told him something was wrong; he even felt that if He Yunxiao's fist had been aimed at him instead of Han Yue, he would most likely have died.
The difference between a Grandmaster martial artist and a Ninth-Rank martial artist is like a divine punishment.
While Chu Fan was still in a daze, He Yunxiao had already thrown a punch, and Han Yue instinctively sensed something was wrong. (M.cascoo.net)
However, Han Yue was not nervous. A mere ninth-grade insect could not possibly harm a grandmaster like himself.
Seeing He Yunxiao's change of attitude, Han Yue smiled easily and said, "A sneak attack? The difference between a Grandmaster and a Ninth Rank master is not something you can achieve through a sneak attack."
Han Yue flipped the teacup in his hand and pressed it down, his palm crushing down on He Yunxiao's fist with the force of Mount Tai.
The teacup located between the two was instantly reduced to dust under immense pressure.
Fists and palms collided, internal forces clashed, and surging waves of energy shot outwards wildly from He Yunxiao and Han Yue as the center.
He Yunxiao knew he was no match for Han Yue. Although he didn't feel immense pressure, he immediately called on his brother-in-law for help: "Brother Chu, please help! I can't hold on much longer!"
Han Yue's face turned bright red. He had been fighting He Yunxiao with one hand, but the moment he touched He Yunxiao's fist, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Why is this kid's internal energy so profound and pure? Even ordinary Grandmasters can't compare.
But his aura was indeed only at the ninth rank...
Before Han Yue could think further, he was about to collapse with one hand, so he had no choice but to put aside his pride as an elder and use both hands to meet He Yunxiao's punch. But unexpectedly, even his hands couldn't hold up!
If you can't support yourself with your hands, are you going to use your feet?
Han Yue couldn't bring himself to use his feet. How could he, the dignified "Emperor Yan's Hands-on Master," be stumped by a mere boy?
With all his internal energy flowing into his hands, Han Yue dared not be careless in the slightest and did his best to suppress He Yunxiao's deliberate punch.
The old master's whole body was tense, and his old face was flushed red from holding his breath and straining.
"Brother Chu, save me!" He Yunxiao cried out again.
Han Yue trembled with anger: "You brat, it's one thing to sneak up on me without any martial ethics, but why do you need to call for help when it comes to a one-on-one fight?"
He Yunxiao: "Brother Chu, come quickly and save me!"
Han Yue sensed something was wrong. He didn't know where this kid came from, but his ninth-grade cultivation was terrifying. He was already struggling to fight him alone, and if others came, even if they were ninth-grade...
Without hesitation, Chu Fan drew his sword. "Brother He, hold on! You Yan traitor, I, Chu, invite you to test your sword!"
Chu Fan was a master swordsman; once he drew his sword, it was astonishing. He was primarily a swordsman, not particularly skilled in other martial arts, which often put him at a disadvantage. However, in the art of swordsmanship, Chu Fan had already achieved a minor level of mastery. When he drew his sword, the blade resonated with a powerful, invigorating sound.
Zhang Hu also realized what was happening, and got into a fighting stance, ready to attack Chu Fan together.
Zhang Xiong, huddled in the corner, stared dumbfounded at everything unfolding before him. He Yunxiao's fists could rival those of a grandmaster, and Chu Fan's sharp sword made his pride in his external martial arts skills tremble...
Zhang Xiong thought to himself: Everyone is clearly a ninth-rank official, so why does it feel like my ninth-rank is different from theirs?
The attacks from Chu and Zhang made Han Yue feel uneasy, but for him right now, the most important thing was not being attacked from both sides by the ninth-rank soldiers, but that he could not withstand He Yunxiao's punches.
Han Yue glared and said, "This kid..."
He Yunxiao: "Brother Chu, come quickly and save me!"
Han Yue was going crazy. It was clearly me who couldn't hold on, so why the hell were you yelling for help?
Chu Fan drew his sword instantly, shouting, "Brother He, hold on!" Zhang Hu also rushed over.
Han Yue could no longer hold out, and the attack from Chu and Zhang became his excuse to escape. Han Yue then used a clever trick to push He Yunxiao's fist forward, and instantly slipped back into the doorway.
Han Yue's withdrawal caused Chu Fan and Zhang Hu to miss their target, but for them, rescuing He Yunxiao was the most important thing.
"Brother He, how are you feeling?"
He Yunxiao clapped his hands, abandoned his horse stance, and stood up, saying, "Phew, that scared me to death. If you had come an hour later, I really wouldn't have been able to hold on."
Chu Fan: ...
Zhang Hu: ...
Zhang Xiong: ...
Han Yue: ...
Han Yue stood in the white light at the entrance, just as he had when he first arrived. He still stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the air of a master. But this time, his hands were not as composed as before.
Han Yue's hands, clasped behind his back, were trembling slightly from the exertion of exchanging blows with He Yunxiao. This crucial battlefield intelligence had been skillfully concealed by this experienced and prideful old master.
"To win by outnumbering the enemy is not a fair fight," Han Yue said, adopting an air of superiority.
Of the people present, only He Yunxiao was sharp-tongued. He retorted without any politeness, "Bullying the weak with your big size, have no shame."
Han Yue's face turned awkward. Although his hands trembled, he couldn't break his habit as a master. He said in his usual arrogant manner, "I was just bored and playing with you guys. Now that I've had enough, I'll do you a favor and give you a chance to challenge me in the future. Until we meet again."
Han Yue turned to leave, and He Yunxiao and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was just playing around; otherwise, even if they, as ninth-rank cultivators, could defeat a grandmaster, they would have to pay a considerable price.
While He Yunxiao and the others thought Han Yue was just playing around, Zhang Xiong didn't think so. Zhang Xiong believed that Han Yue wanted to escape.
"Big brother! He's trying to run! Stop him!" Zhang Xiong shouted as he struggled to his feet and charged toward Han Yue.
Zhang Hu was horrified: "Are you out of your mind?!"
Chu Fan brandished his sword at Han Yue, while He Yunxiao chose to stop Zhang Xiong.
Having witnessed He Yunxiao's strength, Han Yue didn't want to linger. After exchanging a few blows with Chu Fan, he found an opening and ran away.
He Yunxiao stood in front of the reckless Zhang Xiong, opening his arms to hug Zhang Xiong's chest and forcibly stopping him.
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