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Chapter 391 391: Completely Defeat Them!

Wang Qin's movements grew disorganized. After just a dozen moves, Zhang San sent him flying more than ten meters away with a single punch. His face turned deathly pale.

Defeated! He was defeated again! Even Wang Qin had lost. This was an expert ranked sixteenth on the Kang City Martial Arts List, yet he had been beaten so decisively in just a dozen moves. He couldn't even defeat one of their men.

The hearts of the Kang City martial artists sank. Were the martial artists of Kang City really this pathetic? Would they fail to win even a single duel today? The mere thought was disheartening.

"Aren't the top ten from the Kang City Martial Arts List here?" Cao Geng asked with a smile.

Most of the top ten had indeed arrived; only Yang Qi, Iron Heart, and Iron Bone were missing. Even the Wolf King was present. All seven of them were there, but their expressions were grim. It would be humiliating for any of them to fight a mere underling like Zhang San, even if they won. Was there truly no one else who could display the might of Kang City's martial artists?

"Don't feel embarrassed," Cao Geng mocked, as if reading their minds. "Because no one in the top ten of the Kang City Martial Arts List can defeat Zhang San. Feel free to step up whenever you're ready."

"Fine, I'll do it!" Yan Bo could no longer stand by and watch. He was ranked seventh on the Kang City Martial Arts List and could not allow Zhang San's arrogance to continue. Zhang San's methods were incredibly vicious. Zhao Si, his previous opponent, had been rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, and Wang Qin had also been beaten half-dead before being sent away. The man showed absolutely no mercy.

Still, Yan Bo took a deep breath. I have to try. I can't let the martial artists of Kang City lose face.

"Brother Yan Bo, be careful. This Zhang San is no simple opponent," Zhao Xiong quietly warned.

"Yan Bo, seventh on the Kang City Martial Arts List. I request your guidance," Yan Bo declared, cupping his fists.

"Heh, a worthy opponent at last. Alright, I'll play with you!" Zhang San said with a smile, a flicker of interest in his eyes.

Fight!

With no more unnecessary words, the two instantly clashed. This made the martial artists of Kang City incredibly tense, their eyes glued to the battlefield, not daring to relax for a single moment.

Meanwhile, Cao Geng sipped his tea, appearing completely unconcerned. He knew exactly how strong his people were. A single Zhang San could crush every martial artist in Kang City. He was here to demonstrate the strength of the Thunder Sect and the weakness of Kang City.

Standing to the side, Kong Yue was also brimming with excitement. Seeing Zhang San's methods, he felt certain that Yang Qi stood no chance.

Yan Bo's fighting style was very seasoned. After all, he was no longer young and had accumulated a wealth of experience. He fought with steady advancement, perfectly integrating offense and defense, and was in no hurry to finish his opponent. Zhang San was different. His attacks were fierce and domineering, marking him as a ferocious and ruthless type. Once a battle began, he left himself no room for retreat. His only goal was to kill, kill, kill!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The power of their fists exploded with incessant booms. In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged dozens of blows.

Zhang San was truly as strong as Cao Geng had claimed. Every one of his attacks inflicted tremendous damage. Even Yan Bo was beginning to struggle. His arms, which frequently clashed with Zhang San's, throbbed with excruciating pain. I might not be able to hold on much longer.

"You're not bad, lasting dozens of moves without being defeated," Zhang San sneered. "But this is where it ends!"

Suddenly, his speed and power surged. It turned out he had been hiding his true Combat Power. He hadn't been using his full strength at all.

BOOM!

A terrifying burst of Fist Power erupted. Although Yan Bo managed to block it, his feet scraped two long furrows in the ground. His arms trembled violently, and his face turned pale. He couldn't hold on any longer. I never expected this Zhang San to be so terrifying. It's simply unimaginable!

"Heh, old man, I advise you to admit defeat quickly. Otherwise, you'll have a miserable end!" Zhang San sneered. He launched a succession of attacks, each punch more violent than the last. Yan Bo was completely overpowered, reduced to a desperate, last-ditch defense.

BOOM! CRACK!

In an instant, Zhang San's fists broke Yan Bo's arms and smashed into his chest. Yan Bo collapsed to the ground, unable to get up, coughing up blood. He was severely injured.

"Your Excellency, your methods are too ruthless!" Wang Nantian said, his expression turning dark as he looked at the fallen Yan Bo. These were his guests, yet one by one, they were being beaten like this. He couldn't stand it any longer.

"Quickly, get Yan Bo to the hospital!"

"Stop them!" Cao Geng ordered with a wave of his hand. His men at the door blocked the way, just as they had done earlier with Zhao Si and Wang Qin.

"Cao Geng, don't go too far! This is a matter of life and death. If they die, your Thunder Sect won't be able to bear the responsibility!" Zhao Xiong said coldly. As the City Lord of Kang City, watching the city's martial artists get defeated and severely injured one after another made his heart bleed and his anger reach its peak.

"Hmph, they're not dead yet. What's the panic?" Cao Geng said with disdain. "Besides, so what if they die? The idea that our Thunder Sect would take responsibility for the likes of Kang City is laughable! You didn't really think I came here as a guest, did you? I damn well came to pick a fight! This is what happens when you don't surrender. Of course, it's the same outcome even if you do. Hahahaha!"

Cao Geng burst into wild, arrogant laughter. No one could do anything about it. A single Zhang San was enough to make the martial artists of Kang City bow their heads, to say nothing of Cao Geng himself. Rumor had it that Cao Geng's Combat Power was nearly on par with the Thunder Sect's six great generals.

The martial artists of Kang City were filled with a stifled, helpless fury. Zhang San was too strong. Even Yan Bo, ranked seventh on the Martial Arts List, had been severely injured. What could the others possibly do? Who else could stop this man?

"I will face him," Wang Nantian finally declared. He could no longer stand aside. Everyone here was a guest at his son's engagement ceremony; he couldn't just watch them get hurt and do nothing. Moreover, he was the president of the Kang City Martial Arts Association and ranked sixth on the city's Martial Arts List—higher and stronger than Yan Bo.

"Heh, Wang Nantian. So you finally can't sit still any longer?" Cao Geng laughed. "Fine, I won't bully you. If you can last ten moves against Zhang San, we'll call it your win."

The crowd was stunned. Zhang San had taken dozens of moves to defeat Yan Bo, and Wang Nantian was stronger than him. Yet Cao Geng was claiming Zhang San could defeat Wang Nantian within ten moves. Was he delusional, or had Zhang San still not used his full strength?

Just then, Cao Geng turned to Zhang San. "No need to hold back anymore. Let these fools understand just how useless they truly are. Crush them completely!"

"Yes, sir!" Zhang San replied with a smile that held a hint of ferocity. I've been suppressing my Combat Power this whole time, not wanting to reveal it. But now that Cao Geng has given the order, it's time to go all out.

Wang Nantian said nothing, simply releasing a terrifying aura. Facing Zhang San, he didn't dare underestimate his opponent. He was only slightly stronger than Yan Bo and ranked just one spot higher. Therefore, he had no absolute confidence he could defeat Zhang San.