Tycoon War God

Masters Chen, Li, and Zheng Mingye drew a sharp breath, staring dumbfounded at Shi Potian.

Defeat Chang Wei’s top disciple in three moves? Isn’t that just bragging?

”Mr. Lin, do you intend to let this... this person fight?” Zheng Mingye looked at Shi Potian in horror. In his view, Shi Potian was younger than his grandson, Zheng Junyi. How could he possibly be a match for Chang Wei’s top disciple? This is utter nonsense!

Although Masters Chen and Li looked unfavorably upon Lin Mu’s earlier words, they still advised, ”Young man, if you’re just trying to prove a point, we urge you to give up.”

”Yes, Chang Wei’s top disciple has mastered the Eight Extremes Fist to perfection, not to mention Chang Wei himself has yet to make a move.”

Master Li sighed and said, ”This time, our Jiangling Martial Arts World has truly lost all face!”

Meanwhile, Chang Wei’s top disciple stood on the stage, looking down with a mocking expression. ”Who else?”

Below the stage, Zheng Mingye and the others had grim expressions but dared not speak. Just now, the man’s speed in killing Master Zhu had been too fast. So fast that they hadn’t even seen it clearly.

If a disciple of the Eight Extremes Gate is this powerful, who can possibly compete with him?

Only Lin Mu and Shi Potian had seen it clearly. Chang Wei’s top disciple had not only dodged his opponent’s punch but had also counterattacked at the same time. His movements were simply too quick for ordinary people to see. Therefore, everyone thought that Chang Wei’s top disciple hadn’t moved at all—that he was just standing there when Master Zhu was sent flying.

Not only was Chang Wei’s top disciple fast, but his strength was also immensely formidable.

Eight Extremes Fist: Heart-Piercing Elbow!

It was a lethal move of the Eight Extremes Fist—clean, efficient, and ruthless! True Huaxia martial arts were meant for killing. With one move, life and death were decided. In the battles of martial artists, there is no victory or defeat, only life and death.

”Hmph. Not a single capable fighter among you. What a disappointment,” Chang Wei’s top disciple said disdainfully, his expression haughty. ”I didn’t expect the entire Jiangling Martial Arts World to be nothing but a bunch of cowards and weaklings!”

The big shots from Jiangling were filled with rage but dared not speak out. As arrogant and overbearing as their opponent was, it was clear he had the right to be. Moreover, this was only Chang Wei’s top disciple. That one move alone was enough to send shivers down everyone’s spine, and Chang Wei himself had yet to make a move.

”Everyone knows that my master was once saved by Elder Fang. He was heartbroken to hear about the Fang Family’s annihilation, so he came to Jiangling this time, vowing to find the murderer!” Chang Wei’s top disciple looked around, a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. ”There’s a rumor in Jiangling that a man surnamed Lin publicly humiliated Patriarch Fang on numerous occasions and even boasted that he would destroy the Fang Family. Now that the Fang Family is destroyed, that person must be involved!”

At these words, the crowd’s breathing hitched, their expressions filled with shock and fear.

So Chang Wei came to Jiangling with his disciples to avenge the Fang Family?

Those present had heard about someone humiliating Fang Tang in public, but none of them knew the specifics.

”I’ll give you one day to find this Lin Mu. If you do, I’ll spare your lives!” the top disciple said with a ferocious smile. ”Otherwise, don’t blame me for going from door to door, slaughtering every last one of you!”

At these words, the entire place was in an uproar.

So this was Chang Wei’s purpose?

But...

How could he dare?

”Actually, Chang Wei no longer cares who the murderer is. A massacre across Jiangling will be sufficient to intimidate the region,” Master Chen said. ”Then, the Wang Family, the Fang Family’s in-laws, will step in to take over all their assets. In a few years, the Fang Family will be re-established.”

Lin Mu’s destruction of the Fang Family had not led to the death of every member. While the main branch was completely wiped out, a few from the side branches had survived.

”Zheng Mingye? The wealthiest man in Jiangling?” Suddenly, Chang Wei’s top disciple pointed at Zheng Mingye, his tone cold and disdainful. ”I heard you took the stage for a young punk named Lin Mu, publicly humiliating Patriarch Fang. Is this true?”

”I...” Zheng Mingye glanced at Lin Mu subconsciously, a wave of regret washing over him. He had been grateful to Lin Mu for saving his life, so he had stood up for him. But he never expected that the Eight Extremes Gate would come knocking on his door.

Chang Wei’s top disciple noticed Zheng Mingye’s gaze and suddenly turned to look toward Lin Mu.

The two masters, Chen and Li, were greatly startled. Master Chen pointed at Lin Mu, his voice filled with panic. ”His surname is Lin! Could he be the one who exterminated the Fang Family?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire audience was shocked.

Lin Mu, the murderer who wiped out the Fang Family? Impossible, right?

Even Zheng Mingye was taken aback, his eyes brimming with doubt. Does Lin Mu truly possess such ability?

Master Chen took a few steps back, distancing himself from Lin Mu. ”I heard that Zheng Mingye was saved by a Divine Doctor named Lin, which is why he publicly stood up for him against the Fang Family Head. It must be this man!”

At that moment, everyone’s gaze converged on Lin Mu.

From a private room on the first basement level, a chilling murderous intent suddenly swept across the venue. Aside from Lin Mu and Shi Potian, everyone subconsciously bowed their heads in horror.

Chang Wei’s top disciple gave a nearly imperceptible nod as if he had heard something, then stared at Lin Mu. ”Kid, confess. Was it you?”

Zheng Mingye’s face turned pale. His eyes filled with urgency as he shook his head slightly at Lin Mu, signaling him not to admit it.

However, Lin Mu simply said, ”So what if it was?”

So what if it was?

Is that an admission?

Chang Wei’s top disciple sneered, ”If it was you, then get up here and meet your death!”

”Mr. Lin, you...” Zheng Mingye wanted to say something, but Masters Chen and Li held him back.

”Old Zheng, are you confused? This guy is doomed today. You’d better not get involved.”

”You...” Zheng Mingye glared at the two masters. ”Mr. Lin saved my life. How could I possibly stand by and watch him die?”

Zheng Mingye took a deep breath and declared, ”Mr. Lin, let this old man fight this battle for you!” His aura surged. Clearly, with the curse afflicting him resolved, he had regained some of his strength.

But Lin Mu shook his head. ”There’s no need.”

”Good!” Chang Wei’s top disciple shouted. ”You’ve got guts, kid, so I’ll grant you a quick death!”

Lin Mu shook his head again. ”You aren’t qualified to fight me. Xiao Tian, you go.”

”Okay!” Shi Potian walked toward the ring without hesitation.

”So, that’s your game, Lin!” Chang Wei’s top disciple laughed in fury. ”I thought you were some kind of hero, but you’re just sending a wet-behind-the-ears kid to die in your place!” His words dripped with mockery and boundless murderous intent. ”In a moment, I’ll show you what true cruelty is!”

Hearing the top disciple’s words, Lin Mu turned to Shi Potian with some annoyance. ”Xiao Tian, make it quick. This guy talks too much.”

”Okay,” Shi Potian answered with a single word.

”Hmph, I’d like to see how you’ll make it quick!” Chang Wei’s top disciple sneered as his True Qi circulated, revealing his aura.

Internal Energy Peak!

Chang Wei’s top disciple was only in his early thirties, yet he already possessed an Internal Energy Peak cultivation level! Just how strong could Chang Wei himself be?

However, while everyone was still reeling from the display of the top disciple’s strength, a black shadow flashed before him. A scream rang out, and then... silence.

Chang Wei’s top disciple was now embedded in the arena wall, his chest deeply caved in.

Seeing this, the crowd’s expressions changed drastically. They shot to their feet in a thunderous uproar, staring in disbelief at the young man on the stage, who now stood calmly with his fist retracted.