Lü Meng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face paling to the extreme.

He only felt that his internal organs had shifted.

Although Ma Chao took more hits during the fight, his final punch was incredibly powerful. The force of that single blow surpassed the damage Lu Meng inflicted on him.

"Let me join the martial arts association?"

"Must fate still bestow upon me an opportunity?"

"Is that really you? Do you have the qualifications?"

Ma Chao walked step by step toward Lü Meng, asking a question with every step he took.

Three questions, and Lü Meng's face turned pale. Each sentence was like a slap in the face.

Ma Chao, after enduring so many powerful attacks, could

He was strong, but he couldn't withstand it. Ma Chao's punch left him severely injured and greatly weakened his strength.

He knew very well in his heart that he had already lost. If he fought again, he was afraid he would really die here.

Even Ma Chao alone was already so powerful, and there was still Yang Chen inside the carriage who hadn't made a move.

In Lü Meng's mind, a thought suddenly appeared that shocked him greatly.

Even Ma Chao is so powerful, then Yang Chen, who was followed by Ma Chao, how strong would he be?

He never shows up, is he simply too good to do it himself?

Yang Chen's information, he knew it all too well. But at this moment, he suddenly realized that the information he possessed was nothing more than skin deep.

Fuzzy.

As the eighth-ranked fighter in the Martial Arts Association, he wasn't even a match for one of Yang Chen's followers. How could he possibly kill Yang Chen?

Thinking about this, he didn't hesitate at all, suddenly turned around and ran.

"Offend the Martial Arts Association, and even if you run to the ends of the earth, you'll only have a dead end!"

Before fleeing, Lü Meng still couldn't help but hurl a parting insult.

However, he wanted to kill Yang Chen, and how could Yang Chen let him off?

Ma Chao was just about to pursue, when a familiar voice suddenly rang out: "There's no need to chase!"

"Pffft!"

Ma Chao hadn't reacted yet, and Lu Meng, who had already sprinted dozens of meters away, seemed to...

He was shot and the tremendous force of the impact sent him stumbling forward several steps before he crashed to the ground.

Clearly, Lü Meng is dead!

Ma Chao was stunned for a moment before wryly smiling and shaking his head: "How strong is Brother Chen, really?"

Even he, was unclear.

He just felt deeply struck. The powerful opponent he had barely managed to defeat after putting his all into the fight, Yang Chen didn't even get out of his car. With a flick of his finger, Lu Meng, dozens of meters away, fell as if shot.

As the ancients said, "To plan well from within the tent is to win a thousand miles away without personally fighting."

Yang Chen didn't even need to strategize, he could already kill people thousands of miles away.

Inside a luxurious mansion in the Yan Capital's Ye Family.

Ye Wushuang

He paced back and forth in the house, two hours having passed since Yang Chen left.

Logically speaking, Lü Meng should have killed Yang Chen.

But still, there was no word. Contacting Lü Meng, he certainly wouldn't dare.

"Surely nothing unexpected will happen, right?"

Ye Wushuang murmured to herself.

The moment the idea popped into his head, he chuckled and shook his head. "Even if he were strong, how could he possibly be a match for the Eighth Master of the Martial Arts Association?"

Time passed by every second, but there was still no news of Yang Chen being killed.

Just then, with a crash, the villa's door was suddenly burst open and a servant, his face pale with fear, rushed in.

(The end)

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