Jiang Cheng roared like thunder, veins like vines bulging instantly, his muscular strength surging to a new level. At this moment, Yun Qinghe, after dozens of rounds of frenzied exchanges, seemed to be losing his strength and faltering!
"Never underestimate the desperation of an old man to win!"
Yun Qinghe pressed down with both feet, seemingly gathering strength for a final strike, while Jiang Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, a look of provocation on his face!
"Old man, are you only left with your mouth?"
Jiang Cheng's expression was impassive. The air currents stirred his yellowing hair, the crystal chandeliers swayed, and the documents on his desk scattered like flying catkins, dancing in the wind.
A gale of fist wind approached, but Jiang Cheng showed no intention of blocking or dodging. He stood straight and faced it head-on!
Shen Lan Ni's breath nearly stopped. In her memory, her master had never displayed his full strength as he had today. The power contained within this punch was already terrifying.
Yet, as the punch was thrown, she didn't feel that her master, who had given his all, had a guaranteed victory!
Her intuition was immediately proven correct. Although this punch was the most powerful and overbearing punch Yun Qinghe had ever thrown in his life, it only forced Jiang Cheng back four or five steps upon colliding with his taut muscles before losing its momentum!
"How, how is this possible! He blocked the Fushou Fist with mere physical strength!" Shen Lan Ni cried out in surprise, but her exclamation was still hanging in the air when she saw her master, instead, have his throat gripped by Jiang Cheng with one hand and then slammed onto the cold, hard ground with incredible force.
Blood bloomed like a rose. Yun Qinghe, whose eyes had previously blazed with fierce light, seemed to have lost all his strength. His imposing aura wilted, and in an instant, he reverted to being that reclusive old man, detached from worldly affairs.
"Master!"
Shen Lan Ni screamed, trying to rush forward, but was stopped by Ren Yuan Hao.
"Let me go! Don't stop me!"
"Calm down, Master Yun is probably in grave danger..."
At this moment, Shen Lan Ni's mind was filled with images of the clear mountain breeze, the bamboo forest, flowing clouds, the chirping cicadas by the clear stream, the rhinoceros beetles perched on moss-covered trees, and the Cloud Top Immortal Mountain where they had once sweated together.
But these images were instantly stained red by Yun Qinghe's blood.
"Silly old man, I told you, what era is this? This is the era of science. What good is your martial arts, even if it's good? You can't even scratch my skin. Just go to hell peacefully!"
Jiang Cheng raised his foot to stomp on Yun Qinghe's face, his mind completely filled with the exhilaration of overwhelming victory!
"Jiang Cheng, stop!" Shen Lan Ni cried, tears pouring down like rain.
"Stop? Of course, I can. But you have to kneel down and beg me, you bitch!"
Jiang Cheng's tone grew increasingly excited. Watching the woman who was once so proud and disdainful of him now cry out helplessly filled him with an indescribable pleasure that surged through him like a tide!
"Alright, I agree."
For her master, Shen Lan Ni was prepared to abandon her pride, but Ren Yuan Hao held her slender waist, not intending to let her kneel.
"Oh? Do you still want to save this old man, you slut?" Jiang Cheng said, using his shoe sole to roughly tread on Yun Qinghe's head as he lay dying.
"Ren Yuan Hao, let go of me. He's my master, I can't just watch him die in front of me!"
"Do you think kneeling to a scumbag like this will help? Besides, Master Yun used that move. Don't you understand his intentions?"
Ren Yuan Hao held Shen Lan Ni's waist tighter.
"It seems you two can't come to an agreement. Then I'll reluctantly send the old man on his way!"
Jiang Cheng gave Shen Lan Ni no chance to react and kicked Yun Qinghe in the chest. The martial artist, who had once commanded great respect, finally exhaled his last breath with a smile under the gaze of the three, his eyes closing.
"Master!"
Shen Lan Ni's heart-wrenching cry caused her emotions to surge, and she nearly fainted. Yang Ling Xue, by her side, continuously patted her back. Her face was ashen. She had never witnessed a person die before her eyes, and while grief-stricken, she could deeply understand Shen Lan Ni's pain.
"Bastard, you won't even spare a harmless old man. He was half your master, you know. Betraying your master and using such cruel methods, are you even human!" Ren Yuan Hao's anger burned through his innards, and an indescribable power seemed to be brewing within him.
"Blame yourselves for being too weak. Cry, because now it's your turn!"
Jiang Cheng kicked the deceased Yun Qinghe aside, his voice muffled and cold, "This blood smells like dead fish and shrimp, utterly putrid. Ren Yuan Hao, come out and receive your death."
"Ren Yuan Hao, you take Ling Xue and go. I want to avenge my master!"
After a brief period of weeping, Shen Lan Ni's eyes rekindled with the flames of revenge.
"Since I've also learned Qinghe Six Absolutes, and am considered Master Yun's disciple, I must also take part in this revenge!"
Ren Yuan Hao tried to muster his courage, but his severe injuries had likely drastically reduced his stats. If not for the Bihai Chaosheng Heart Method, his internal energy would have surely been in disarray, and he would have fainted by now.
"Yes, even if we die today, the three of us will die together!" Yang Ling Xue, clutching her abdomen, her face pale, spoke with a voice as clear as ice breaking.
Jiang Cheng snorted, a fishbone seeming to be stuck in his throat, and said dryly, "Very well, you bitches can come at me together. I, Jiang Cheng, have no fear!"
As soon as his words fell, he lunged at the three figures, swaying like boats adrift at sea!
Ren Yuan Hao stepped forward without hesitation, immediately receiving a heavy knee strike from Jiang Cheng. Using the force of the other man's body, Jiang Cheng suddenly sprang into the air. With a mere turn of his body and a press of his palm, he grabbed Yang Ling Xue, who was powerless to resist!
His hand pressed onto the crown of Yang Ling Xue's head. He then yanked her up by her beautiful hair.
"Bastard!"
Ren Yuan Hao staggered to his feet. His heart, struck by the heavy blow, felt as if it were being squeezed by a pair of large hands. His vision darkened instantly, and he nearly fell to the ground. As far as he could see, Shen Lan Ni rushed forward, but after only two exchanges, Jiang Cheng had her by the throat!
"Hmph, even Master Yun couldn't do anything to me. You rabble, how dare you not know your place and struggle against the inevitable? Just watch my performance!"
Jiang Cheng delivered a palm strike to the back of Yang Ling Xue's neck, causing her to spit out a mouthful of dark blood and fall unconscious. Shen Lan Ni, struggling for breath and unable to protect herself, couldn't even utter a curse. She could only spit a mouthful of blood at Jiang Cheng.
"You stinking bitch, you're asking for death!"
Jiang Cheng raised his hand, and Shen Lan Ni was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the office desk.