My husband Can Cultivate

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"No, no, no, you've got it all wrong!" Cao Geng said, shaking his head. "It would be so boring if you were dead. I've heard that you have a good relationship with that Yang Qi, so I plan to stir up some trouble at your son's engagement ceremony to draw him over!"

"You're looking for Mr. Yang?" Wang Nantian asked, taken aback. "Mr. Yang promised to attend my son's engagement ceremony today, but he said he'll be late. You can sit down and wait!"

"Really? He's coming in person? That's good!" Cao Geng smiled. "But just waiting around is boring. I've brought quite a few skilled fighters with me from the Provincial City. I plan to liven up this engagement ceremony. Master Wang wouldn't object, would he?"

"What exactly do you want?" Wang Nantian asked, his brow furrowed.

"What do I want?" Cao Geng sat down and said with a smile, "I just want to inform the martial artists of Kang City that in the eyes of the experts from our Thunder Sect, you are all nothing but trash! Didn't Cao Xingjian hold a martial arts tournament? I'm not going to all that trouble. In any case, your venue is full of distinguished guests today, so there must be quite a few masters present. It's the perfect occasion for a little sparring."

Wang Nantian's expression was grim. He knew this was not simple sparring. Once they made a move, they would kill. They were absolutely determined to turn this place into a sea of blood.

Hearing Cao Geng's words, the martial artists of Kang City were deeply unsettled. They lived in Kang City and took pride in it. They would never allow anyone to insult their city or them. But they were also afraid of making an enemy of the Thunder Sect. After all, the death of the Martial Arts Association's deputy chairman had been a profound shock.

"I know you're scared! But scared or not, you must fight. I need to make you lose convincingly. Zhang San, you go. The Three Elite Generals can just sit back and enjoy the show," Cao Geng said with a wave of his hand.

One man from the group of one hundred stepped forward. It was Zhang San.

"Come on! Prove that the martial artists of Kang City aren't worthless!" Zhang San said coldly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

But no one made a sound. Zhang San stood there, exuding an impressive aura. He was not as formidable as the Three Elite Generals, but no one was confident they could beat him. This silence irritated everyone.

"What's the matter? No one dares to make a move? I thought the martial artists of Kang City were just worthless, but it seems you're all cowards. You don't even have the courage to step forward. You might as well give up on martial arts and go cry to your mothers!" Zhang San taunted.

The martial artists of Kang City were seething, finding such humiliation unbearable.

"I will fight you!" a man shouted as he emerged from the crowd. It was Zhao Si, a top expert from the City Lord Mansion.

Zhao Si's Combat Power was considerable, and he was ranked among the top three experts in the City Lord Mansion.

"Heh, someone finally dares to step out. How mediocre," Zhang San chuckled. "To deal with you, one move is all I need!"

"One move?" Zhao Si's face darkened. He felt humiliated and disdained. Zhang San looked to be in his thirties, whereas he himself was in his forties and in the prime of his life. In terms of experience and the depth of his Inner Strength, he should be stronger than his opponent.

"Hmph, I'd advise you not to underestimate me! Defeat me in one move? Ridiculous!" Zhao Si snorted coldly. Although he wasn't confident he could defeat his opponent, he was absolutely convinced he could withstand a single blow.

"Kill!" he roared, throwing a punch that cracked like thunder.

"What a trifling skill. You're not even worth hitting!" Zhang San glanced at him with disdain and then threw a punch of his own.

The punch wasn't particularly powerful or exaggerated. But at that moment, Zhang San's fist seemed as if it were made of bluestone, incredibly hard, and it burst forth with a terrifying impact.

BOOM!

The two fists collided! A terrible, deafening rumble erupted. The next moment, Zhao Si's expression changed drastically; he felt as if his arm was no longer his own.

CRACK! CRACK!

A horrifying sound echoed as Zhao Si's arm shattered inch by inch. He was sent flying, half of his body now useless. It was a truly miserable sight. Though he wasn't dead, his opponent's strike had been utterly ruthless.

Crucially, it had only taken a single move. This made everyone involuntarily gulp as gasps of shock erupted from the crowd. Is this a martial artist from the Thunder Sect? They say the Thunder Sect has nurtured countless experts, and seeing it today, it's obviously true. He defeated Zhao Si, one of the top three experts in the City Lord Mansion, with a single move! And this wasn't even one of the Three Elite Generals. If it had been one of them, Zhao Si would surely be dead.

"Hmph, 'top three of the City Lord Mansion?' So weak you're not even worth hitting. What a waste!" Zhang San sneered contemptuously. "It seems I was right. All of you martial artists from Kang City are nothing but frogs in a well. Utter trash! You're worthless rubbish in the face of a true martial artist!"

"By the way, I heard your Kang City Martial Arts Association even has a Martial Arts List," Cao Geng said, sipping his tea with a scornful laugh. "Have someone with a higher ranking step up, otherwise this is too boring! You can't even beat one of my servants. If you don't step it up, I might just let the Three Elite Generals start a massacre!"

His trip to Kang City wasn't just to deal with the Qifei Group and Yang Qi. He also wanted to crush the Martial Arts World of Kang City and make all those people realize just how worthless they were.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe this! I'll fight you!" another person shouted, stepping forward. So what if we can't beat the Three Elite Generals? Don't tell me we can't even beat one of their hundred underlings? I refuse to believe it!

"It's Wang Qin!"

"Wang Qin is ranked sixteenth on the Martial Arts List! He's the cousin of Hall Master Wang Nantian. His Combat Power is formidable. With him fighting, it should be okay, right?"

The person who spoke wasn't very confident, because the Combat Power Zhang San had displayed was simply too terrifying. Even if Wang Qin was stronger than Zhao Si, it was far from certain that he could defeat Zhang San.

"You're ranked sixteenth on Kang City's Martial Arts List? You don't look all that impressive," Zhang San taunted. "I advise you not to try. You'll only embarrass yourself. Better let someone stronger than you take over. I won't be holding back."

"You're too arrogant! I won't necessarily lose to you!" Wang Qin said, gritting his teeth.

"Zhang San, enough talk," Cao Geng interjected suddenly. "Finish it quickly and let them understand how worthless the martial artists of Kang City really are!"

"Yes, Young Thunder Lord!" Zhang San's expression turned ferocious as he looked at Wang Qin. "Since you old codger want to make a fool of yourself, I'll oblige!"

With that, he threw a punch. Wang Qin didn't back down, striking out with his own palm.

BANG!

The contest seemed evenly matched this time, and many were filled with confidence, believing there was a chance for victory.

"How laughable. You think you can win just because you blocked one attack? Are the people of Kang City really that foolish? Lose!" Zhang San launched a continuous assault, his fists raining down on Wang Qin like raindrops.

Wang Qin was truly in a dire situation he couldn't put into words. He hadn't expected Zhang San to be so much stronger than he had imagined. The so-called chance of victory had just been wishful thinking.