Shen Fan was his reverse scale.
Now that Zhang Yue was trying to harm his son, how could he possibly bear it!
The moment he heard the news, he had rushed over with reckless abandon.
He would fight to the death with anyone who dared to harm Shen Fan!
As if he knew Shen Cangsheng would come, the smile on Zhang Yue’s face widened.
More than a decade ago, Shen Cangsheng had beaten him into submission.
Today, by expelling Shen Fan right in front of him, Zhang Yue wanted to see the man’s face contort in pain and finally vent the hatred he had harbored for all those years.
“Shen Cangsheng, roaring in the Law Enforcement Hall like this… are you showing disrespect for the two Elders?” Zhang Yue taunted.
“Do you think you’re still that genius from a decade ago? Wrong. You’re nothing but a cripple now! And your son is trash, too—a common thief! How else do you think he broke through to the Second Rank of Meridian Opening?”
“Zhang Yue, I’ll kill you!” Shen Cangsheng roared, his eyes bloodshot.
‘If my cultivation were still intact, would Zhang Yue dare to be so insolent?’
“Enough!” Elder Fang shouted sternly.
“If anyone dares to cause trouble, I will not hesitate to deliver a severe punishment!”
“Heh heh, Shen Cangsheng, Shen Fan himself said he had no defense. He admitted his guilt!” Zhang Yue continued to needle him.
Seeing Zhang Yue cornering his father, Shen Fan’s anger flared.
“Zhang Yue, listen closely! I won’t admit to something I didn’t do. Since you’re so determined to frame me, then I demand a trial by combat!”
Upon hearing this, the crowd looked on in disbelief.
Zhang Qiang had brought several helpers at the Third Rank of Meridian Opening.
If it came to a trial by combat, Shen Fan’s defeat was certain.
He was staking his life on this.
Why bother?
If he got crippled during the trial, it would all be for nothing.
Shen Fan ignored the crowd’s strange looks.
He was well aware that Zhang Qiang had brought experts, but he was not afraid!
He wouldn’t just win the trial by combat; he would prove to Zhao Minji and everyone else who looked down on him that he was not trash!
He was like an unsheathed blade.
He stared coldly at Zhang Qiang, his gaze sweeping over all those who had given him contemptuous looks, and then shouted sharply, “Zhang Qiang, do you dare to fight me!”
Ever since Shen Fan had destroyed his ‘family jewels,’ Zhang Qiang had both hated and feared him.
Now, seeing him like an enraged wolf, he was utterly terrified and stumbled back two steps.
“You… You’ll have to beat my helpers first!” Zhang Qiang stammered, quickly hiding behind them.
“Heh heh, kid, you really won’t cry until you see your own coffin, huh? Daring to shout at us! Come on! I’m Wu Xiaolang. In three moves, I’ll make it so you can never be with a woman again and never get out of bed for the rest of your life!” a short, stocky disciple shouted as he jumped out.
Don’t be fooled by his short stature; he was covered in bulging muscles, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and his cultivation had reached the Peak of the Second Rank of Meridian Opening.
“Wu Xiaolang, cripple him! Viciously! Better yet, kill him!” Zhang Qiang shrieked.
“It’s ‘Three-Punch Mountain-Opener’ Wu Xiaolang!”
“It’s him! That guy is a menace! He’s cultivated three Mid-tier Martial Skills, and he even got a Basic Martial Skill to the Minor Achievement Realm! With his innate brute strength, even disciples at the Third Rank of Meridian Opening don’t dare to mess with him when he gets serious!”
“Didn’t he go to the Sunset Mountain Range to hunt Demon Beasts? What’s he doing here?”
“Shen Fan is in deep trouble!”
…
A fire of hatred was pent up in his heart!
He needed to fight.
He needed to crush Zhang Qiang’s lackeys.
He needed to use this chance to wash away all his past humiliations!
“Mountain Opening Fist, First Form!”
Wu Xiaolang’s temper flared as well.
He let out a sharp cry, arched his back, and gathered all his strength into his right fist.
Like a ferocious bear, his body followed the punch as he charged at Shen Fan.
Mountain Opening Fist was a Mid-tier Martial Skill with immense destructive power, perfect for someone like him who possessed innate brute strength.
He thought this one punch would be enough to send Shen Fan flying!
Shen Fan stood still, gathering his breath and energy.
Seeing the bowl-sized fist rushing toward him, he didn’t advance but instead took a step back, sank into his stance, and thrust out with Monument-breaking Palm to meet the Mountain Opening Fist!
CRACK—
The sound of a bone snapping rang out.
Wu Xiaolang’s right arm was twisted at a grotesque angle all the way from the shoulder, a shard of white bone jutting out!
Shen Fan’s Monument-breaking Palm was on the verge of reaching the Perfection Realm.
Combined with his training in the Great Sorrow Palm, his strength was so immense he could tear apart tigers and leopards with his bare hands.
A mere Wu Xiaolang was nothing to him.
“AHH! I can’t stand the sight of blood!”
Wu Xiaolang shrieked, his eyes wide as he stared at his blood-drenched arm.
Then his eyes rolled back, he foamed at the mouth, and collapsed!
The dandies who had been about to cheer and jeer suddenly seemed as if they were being choked, letting out strangled “Ugh… ugh…” sounds.
They all stared blankly, scared witless.
Wu Xiaolang was defeated!
Shen Fan had broken his arm with a single palm strike!
Zhang Yue’s pupils contracted, and his face darkened.
He had assumed Shen Fan was trash, never expecting him to erupt with such power.
Zhao Minji’s cold, beautiful face flickered with astonishment.
“Monument-breaking Palm at the Great Achievement Realm!” she murmured in disbelief.
Shen Fan planted a foot on Wu Xiaolang’s body.
His icy gaze swept over the crowd before finally locking onto Zhang Qiang and his cronies.
With a provocative expression, he took a step forward and asked in a deep voice, “Who’s next?”
Zhang Qiang was stunned.
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Even some at the Third Rank of Meridian Opening were no match for him, yet he hadn’t even lasted a single move against Shen Fan!
The other helpers he had hired felt their eyelids twitching.
‘This Shen Fan is nothing like the trash from the rumors!
Who the hell said he was trash?
Can trash cultivate the Monument-breaking Palm to the Great Achievement Realm?
Are they blind?’
Their perception was sharper than that of an average Second Rank Disciple, and they recognized that the palm strike that defeated Wu Xiaolang was indeed the Monument-breaking Palm at the Great Achievement Realm.
They had also practiced the Monument-breaking Palm, but after a full year, they were still stuck at the Initial Success stage.
Among the Outer Courtyard disciples, only those on the level of the Top Ten Disciples could comprehend a Martial Technique like the Monument-breaking Palm to the Great Achievement Realm.
At this moment, the other two helpers at the Peak of the Second Rank refused to go up.
Their strength was about the same as Wu Xiaolang’s.
If they went up, they would just be asking for a beating!
“Who else is coming up!” Shen Fan, like a red-eyed bull, roared at the few disciples at the Third Rank of Meridian Opening.
No one answered.
“Zhang Qiang, you gutless coward, you’re the real trash!” Shen Fan’s gaze swept over each and every person who had bullied him in the past.
He roared, “For the past year, you cursed me, humiliated me, bullied me, beat me, and injured me! Today, do any of you dare to step up!”
One by one, those people retreated, not daring to face him.
Shen Fan was like an enraged tiger.
He beat his chest and bellowed, “All of you prey on the weak and fear the strong! Why aren’t you coming up now? You’re the real trash! Come on! Come and hit me! Call your people to come and hit me! Call your dogs to come and bite me!”
After all, Shen Fan was just a hot-blooded sixteen-year-old youth of flesh and blood.
The emotions he had suppressed due to all the humiliation he had suffered could finally erupt in front of everyone.
The disciples who had suffered similar fates as Shen Fan all had bloodshot eyes as they began to shout along with him, hot tears streaming down their faces.
Fatty Jin went even further.
He took out a steamed bun he was about to eat, spat on it twice, then took aim and started hurling them one by one at the faces of those who had bullied him!
‘Seeing the pathetic state of those once-arrogant young masters,’ he thought, ‘feels so damn good!’
“Shen Fan, you’ve gone too far!” one of the disciples at the Third Rank of Meridian Opening, who was there to back up Zhang Qiang, finally couldn’t take it anymore.
“We’re not making a move because we don’t want the reputation of being bullies who pick on the weak. You might be strong among Second Rank Disciples, but in our eyes, you’re still not worth a second glance.”