"Two gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Shen Lang."
Looking at the old man and the young man before him, Shen Lang smiled slightly and introduced himself.
"Shen Lang?"
Facing Shen Lang's introduction, the fair-skinned youth with eagle-like eyes and a hooked nose let out a cold laugh and said, "Excuse me, I haven't heard of that name. Is there something you need to disturb our conversation for?"
"There's actually nothing particularly important, I just want an answer."
Shen Lang looked at the fair-skinned, hooked-nosed youth and said with a smile, "I wasn't finished with my introduction. I'll complete it now. My mother is Song Qingyi."
"Last night, my mother was bitten by a venomous snake while cleaning the Song Family Manor. Fortunately, she was rushed to the hospital and her life was saved. Do you two know about this matter?"
Shen Lang appeared gentle and courteous, but upon hearing his words, both the composed old man and the restless, hooked-nosed youth couldn't help but have their eyelids twitch.
"Song Qingyi isn't dead?"
The hooked-nosed youth and the old man exchanged glances, but the latter shook his head, seeming to imply something.
"Sorry, Song Qingyi? We don't know her, nor do we know anything about her being poisoned,"
The hooked-nosed youth snorted coldly.
"Damn it, a lie."
As soon as the hooked-nosed youth finished speaking, he suddenly felt a cold wind, and then he, along with his chair, was lifted up and thrown heavily to the ground. The hooked-nosed man grunted from the impact.
At this moment, the hooked-nosed youth saw who had made the move.
It wasn't Shen Lang, but Wolong, who had arrived shortly after.
Seeing the hooked-nosed youth shamelessly deny everything, Wolong was furious, and the consequences were severe.
"Damn it, I saw you two chatting just now while I was playing basketball. Although I was three hundred meters away and couldn't hear your voices, I deduced from lip-reading that you secretly sneaked into the Song Family Manor yesterday and placed a venomous snake in the grass with the intention of killing Song Qingyi."
Wolong looked at the hooked-nosed youth and sneered, "When my senior brother asks you a question, you'd better tell the truth, or else, my senior brother will be very angry, and the consequences will be dire."
"You can read lips?"
Hearing Wolong's words, the hooked-nosed youth was greatly shocked.
Their voices hadn't been loud, and no one was within three hundred meters. They were confident that their conversation wouldn't be overheard by anyone else, but they never expected Wolong to know lip-reading and to have learned the content of their conversation.
"Damn it, I'm the third most talented person in the world, second only to my master and my senior brother. Is it strange that I know lip-reading?"
Wolong looked at the hooked-nosed youth, finding him increasingly annoying, and said rudely, "Confess quickly, or I'll kill you right now."
"Kill me?"
Hearing Wolong's words, the hooked-nosed youth got up from the ground and sneered at Wolong, "You insignificant fool, do you know who you're facing right now?"
"Oh... and who are you?"
Wolong placed his hands on his hips, with a look of disdain and contempt, and said, "State your family and your name, and see if you're worthy of my attention."
"You're looking for death—"
Seeing Wolong's arrogant and overbearing demeanor, the hooked-nosed youth was enraged and threw a punch at Wolong.
"Damn it, he's actually a beginner of the Xuan Realm. No wonder he dares to be so arrogant. But I forgot to tell you, I'm at the peak of the Xuan Realm, two small realms above you."
Facing the hooked-nosed youth's rapid punch, Wolong let out a shout, his whole body excited, and he met the punch with a swift counter.
The next second, Wolong's fist collided heavily with the hooked-nosed youth's fist. In just a moment, the opponent was sent flying seven or eight meters back, falling heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Heh heh..."
Looking at the hooked-nosed youth spitting blood, Wolong smiled triumphantly and said, "Stop pretending to be some damn genius boy here, you idiot."
"Young man, you are too arrogant."
Seeing Wolong looking smug, the old man, who had been silent all this time, spoke.
The old man was over eighty years old, wearing a white robe, with long hair tied up and bound.
With his appearance, if he weren't a foreigner, many people would have mistaken him for a Taoist priest from some temple.
Seeing Wolong attack and injure someone so aggressively, the old man smiled faintly and said, "Young people should be more low-key. Don't be so impetuous and full of youthful vigor. This will only bring you disaster."
"Youthful vigor?"
Wolong scoffed at his words and said, "If not vigorous, can you still be called young?"
"Very well, then I shall spar with you, young man."
The old man slowly stood up and stood before Wolong, saying, "Since you are a junior, I will give you three moves. In these three moves, I will not retaliate, and you may attack me freely without me dodging."
"Really?"
Hearing the old man's words, Wolong chuckled, "Is there such a good thing?"
"Yes, there is such a good thing, so, make your move."
The old man said, "I won't retaliate within three moves. After three moves, I will cripple you."
"Bang—"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, Wolong threw a heavy punch directly at the old man's chest.
Wolong had used seventy percent of his strength in this punch, confident that he could injure the old man with one blow or even take half his life.
However, the next second, Wolong was stunned.
Wolong saw his heavy punch land on the old man, but the latter showed no sign of pain, remaining as calm and composed as if he had been lightly patted by a feather.
"A decent punch, but alas, too weak. Continue."
While Wolong was in shock, the old man patted the spot where Wolong had just landed a heavy blow and said with a smile.
"Old man, you're quite good too, you've forced me to get serious."
Besides his own master, Wolong had never encountered such a monstrous old man. He dared not be careless and immediately unleashed ninety percent of his strength, determined to heavily injure the old man this time.
"Bang—"
In a flash, Wolong's eyes widened, and he landed a heavy blow on the old man's heart.
Wolong refused to believe that this punch, imbued with ninety percent of his strength and capable of shattering stone and splitting mountains, wouldn't injure this seemingly frail old man.
However, in reality, it did not injure him.
After being hit by Wolong's ninety percent strength punch, the old man remained as calm and composed as ever, smiling and saying, "Young man, your punch is too weak, so weak that I don't even feel a trace of pain. Remember, you have only one more chance to punch."
"After this punch, you will never be able to punch again in this life."