A faint smile touched the corners of Chen Yang's lips.

This is the Zhou Family's estate, after all, and this man is Zhou Yufei's second brother. I should make some things clear first. It would be terrible to cause any bad blood.

However, a burst of derisive laughter erupted from the crowd.

"What an overconfident fool! Hurt the Second Young Master? Who does he think he is?"

"Haha! This guy is brimming with confidence. Doesn't he know the Second Young Master is a Sixth-Order Fist Master?"

Zhou Songyang couldn't help but laugh as well. "If you can injure me, not only will no one trouble you, but the entire Zhou Family will think highly of you!"

Zhou Zhengfu shook his head and chuckled softly. The faint flicker of goodwill he'd felt toward Chen Yang was now completely extinguished. Such an arrogant and ignorant youngster. How laughable! A little humility, a lower stance, and a few pleasantries would have been enough to pass this test. But no, he had to overestimate himself, like an ant trying to shake a tree. Isn't that just asking for humiliation?

From this, the old butler concluded that Chen Yang was not a clever man. He was too direct, a trait that would only lead to trouble in today's society.

"Chen Yang!" Zhou Yufei grabbed his arm, her voice tight with anxiety. "Why are you being so impulsive? My second brother is deliberately provoking you! He's a Sixth-Order Fist Master; you can't possibly be his match!"

She knew his personality all too well, and she hated herself for not stopping him in time. To challenge my second brother and say such arrogant things… he's simply humiliating himself! We've barely stepped through the door and he's already making us a laughingstock!

Chen Yang nonchalantly spread his hands. "In your Zhou Family's eyes, a Sixth-Order Fist Master is considered very strong?"

Zhou Yufei: "..."

An Eighth-Order can be called a Grandmaster. Isn't Sixth-Order strong?!

"Damn! What an arrogant bastard! Is he mocking our Zhou Family's standards?"

"He's all talk! I want to see how he gets himself out of this!"

"Second Young Master, teach this clueless fool a lesson he won't forget!"

The courtyard exploded into chaos.

Zhou Songlin sneered, standing off to the side to watch the show. I'm only Third-Order, so defeating me in one move is no big deal. But does this guy really think he's invincible?

Zhou Songyang's interest was piqued. "Since you look down on the Sixth-Order so much, may I ask what realm you are in? Could it be that at the tender age of twenty-something, you've already reached the Eighth-Order Grandmaster realm?"

The words were dripping with sarcasm.

After all, throughout the entire Qingqiu Dao, no one had ever heard of a Fist Master reaching the Grandmaster realm before the age of thirty.

Chen Yang pulled his hand free from Zhou Yufei's grasp and took another step forward. "Why not find out for yourself?"

"Chen Yang!" Zhou Yufei was on the verge of tears. How can he be so impulsive and reckless?

WHOOSH!

Wasting no more words, Chen Yang lunged forward and threw a punch.

Zhou Songyang smirked. He took a single step, and a ferocious aura erupted from his body. Like a tiger descending a mountain, he shot forward, wrapped in a violent gale!

In the ranks of Fist Masters, the Fifth Order was a watershed. Once one crossed into the Sixth Order, their strength, speed, and explosive power all underwent a qualitative leap. In short, a Sixth-Order Fist Master could easily escape even if surrounded by several Fifth-Order Fist Masters.

HUM!

The very air seemed to crackle and whine with a trembling sound.

Zhou Songyang held nothing back. He would use his strength to teach Chen Yang a lesson: that he, Zhou Songyang, and the entire Zhou Family were not to be provoked!

Zhou Yufei squatted on the ground in despair, tears streaming down her face as her heart clenched painfully. I regret this. This is all my fault. I've doomed Chen Yang.

BANG!

The sudden, muffled sound was like a clap of thunder on a clear day. The tense atmosphere grew heavy and oppressive, making it hard to breathe. Accompanied by that dull thud, Zhou Songyang's body was instantly bent into the shape of a bow. He flew backward five or six meters and crashed heavily to the ground—or more accurately, landed squarely on his rear.

He slid backward across the ground until he slammed into a stone platform more than ten meters away, finally coming to a stop.

BOOM!

The two-meter-high stone platform toppled with a thunderous crash, shattering into a thousand pieces!

"Urgh!" Zhou Songyang clutched his chest. The pain was so intense he thought he would pass out. It felt as if his chest had been pierced clean through.

He struggled to remain sitting upright as a mixture of cold sweat and blood poured down his face. He clenched his jaw, letting out pained groans.

As for Chen Yang, he stood calmly where Zhou Songyang had been moments before, his hands tucked casually in his pockets.

This… How could this be possible?

Chen Yang's single punch had silenced the entire courtyard.

Everyone's eyes were wide, as if they had just witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world.

A few seconds later…

"This… This is an illusion, right? This can't be real!"

"A Sixth-Order Fist Master… couldn't even take one of his punches?!"

"This! How can he be so terrifying?!"

"..."

The crowd erupted into a commotion. The truth was right before their eyes, but no one dared to believe it. No one wanted to believe it.

Sharp intakes of breath echoed one after another.

Suddenly, all eyes were fixed on Chen Yang, their gazes a mixture of nervousness, horror, uncertainty, and utter disbelief. Most of them were Fist Masters, and while they were not as skilled as Zhou Songyang, it was as the saying goes: it takes one to know one. For Chen Yang to send Zhou Songyang flying over ten meters with a single punch… what did that mean?

That guy's strength must be at least Seventh-Order! A Seventh-Order Fist Master under the age of thirty… even in the entire Qingqiu Dao, he would be among the absolute elite.

In the space of a few breaths, the way everyone looked at Chen Yang had changed completely. Their expressions turned from shock to awe-filled terror. They stood trembling, not daring to make a sound.

Zhou Yufei's jaw was hanging open, wide enough to fit a fist. She stared at Chen Yang as if she had seen a ghost.

Is… is he really that strong?

Chen Yang shrugged helplessly. "We had an agreement. If I hurt you, no one would come looking for trouble."

Zhou Songyang: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Did this guy deliberately set a trap for people to fall into?

As he was being helped to his feet, Zhou Songyang heard Chen Yang's words. A surge of fury and blood rose in his chest, and he spat another mouthful before glaring venomously at Chen Yang.

If you'd said you were Seventh-Order from the start, I would have backed down immediately! Quit pretending to be so damn innocent!

Zhou Songyang was livid, cursing endlessly in his mind. He cursed Chen Yang and all eighteen generations of his ancestors.

The man was an absolute trickster!

In truth, Chen Yang's statement about not wanting trouble if he hurt him had explained everything. It was only due to Zhou Songyang's own pride and arrogance that he hadn't taken it seriously.

「Meanwhile.」

In the Zhou Family's main hall, an elder who had been leisurely sipping tea shot to his feet upon hearing his servant's report, as if a fire had been lit beneath him.

"He sent Songyang flying with a single punch?"

The servant nodded apprehensively. "And the Second Young Master is gravely injured!"

The elder: "..."

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