Chapter 132: Chapter 132: The Ambush from the Xu Family_1
The yellowing lights were coming on, and the figures under the moon were indistinct.
A line of five Martial Generals, one Grandmaster, and a dashing Young Master from a wealthy family—it was certainly a formidable lineup.
The elderly man protecting Xu Shilang, though sowhat hunched, was full of vigor. His piercing eyes, when they landed on Wang Zhan, were as sharp as a viper’s fangs.
Seeing the encircling formation reforming, Xu Shilang’s originally tense mood finally cald. He watched with interest as Wang Zhan was about to be driven into a corner.
"I wonder, can several dogs at the Martial General Realm kill you? Boy, don’t bla
for being rciless; bla your own audacity for daring to disrespect . In Jing State City, nobody ever dares to disrespect ."
When Uncle 17 of the Xu family wasn’t by his side, he was sowhat worried that Wang Zhan, that arrogant and vindictive youngster, would rush him. What was that saying again? Sothing about coercing the Son of Heaven to command the nobles? No, more like... rob the owner and command the dogs? Xu Shilang pondered for a mont. Sothing doesn’t feel quite right about that. Oh well, never mind. As long as Wang Zhan dies, everything will be fine. I can even curry favor with Aunt Qin and connect with the most powerful line in the Federation.
Seeing that he was about to be surrounded like a dumpling, Wang Zhan laughed. With a ringing sound, the Liyun Blade was drawn.
"Is that so? It seems Young Master Xu is a man of importance, prone to forgetfulness. This morning, I didn’t disrespect you. However, those figures from the Jing State noble families, every single one of them, treated you like nothing."
Xu Shilang’s face darkened.
"Still daring to speak so arrogantly at death’s door! I thought if you knelt and begged for rcy, I might grant you a way out. But since you’re so obstinate, you have only one way left to go: a dead end! Get him! Kill him!"
"Yes!"
The five lackeys took their orders.
All of them were at the Martial General Realm. Compared to the power of the Xu family, what could they do, even if treated like dogs? They simply remained indifferent, minding their own business. However, the proud youngster before them made their expressions darken slightly.
This youngster is still too young, not realizing that a sharp, reckless tongue in one’s youth often invites disaster.
"Boy, don’t bla us brothers for being ruthless when you’re on the road to the Netherworld. Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
In an instant, the sounds of battle shattered the sky, an orderly yet tumultuous cacophony.
However, no matter how intense and lively the fighting beca, the surrounding buildings seed deserted; no one dared to make even the slightest sound.
This was the Federation.
Life, death, and battles belonged to Martial Artists; commoners were only responsible for surviving.
But the Federation didn’t care, the noble families didn’t care, and those in power didn’t care. They believed that as long as soone from the slums stepped out to beco their dog, the Federation would remain harmonious. Then, they could continue to be those parasitic worms, stripping tendons and sucking marrow. This was what they intended to do to Wang Zhan. A re dog dares to resist its master?
All five attackers wore ferocious sneers, their killing intent palpable.
"The world calls you a hero, and we know your blade can cut down a Martial General. But now you’re seriously injured, completely drained of strength. I’d like to see if that blade of yours can still take our lives!"
Everyone knew about the viral video where Wang Zhan was the protagonist.
Although these people, dwelling in the shadowy underbelly of the Federation, never considered Wang Zhan any sort of hero, they had to admit that Wang Zhan, having inherited his father’s Saber technique, had now earned a place in the world of demons.
Regrettably, both the rumors about Wang Zhan being ambushed on the Eastern Battlefield of the Oceania Death Battlefield and the predictions of so influential figures regarding his Saber technique had proven to them, more than once, that Wang Zhan was already a toothless tiger. At best, he could only disrupt the balance of the Federal Martial Arts Competition. But for those wielding power, the martial arts competition was rely a playground, a small diversion they’d set up to pass the ti when bored.
So, after tonight, Wang Zhan must die!
...
「Soon after the Xu family mobilized to encircle and kill Wang Zhan.」
Many families in Jing State who had encountered Wang Zhan that morning had already received word through their respective channels.
However, the first to receive the news was none other than Yang Zecheng of the Yang family—the very person who had been the first to et Wang Zhan that morning.
As the foremost major family in Jing State, far surpassing the likes of Chu State’s Zheng family, the Yang family was undoubtedly the region’s Crouching Tiger and hidden dragon, dominating Jing State and commanding all attention.
At this mont, Yang Zecheng, who had strikingly androgynous features, sat calmly before an old man with a stern, white-haired visage. He showed no signs of urgency regarding Wang Zhan’s situation; instead, he listened slowly and patiently to the old man’s counsel.
This was clearly a study room. Bright light illuminated its corners. Tall, densely packed bookshelves, adorned with exquisite patterns, leisurely displayed endless, fragrant scrolls. The intermingled scents of ink and books, along with other faint, fresh fragrances, wove together to create an exceedingly comfortable and pleasant atmosphere—a dwelling that would undoubtedly make countless people flock to it. Yet, it was clear this was rely a study room, one passed down within a powerful family for generations untold.
"Since Aunt of Qin Family has co to Earth, and appeared in Jing State, it can only an she ca because of Wang Zhan. Don’t forget, Qin Yuan also bears the surna Qin. Although it’s from an external branch of the family, who can truly know the bond between them?..."
"...Since she was the one who called Xu Shilang, that worthless character, her attitude is very clear. She doesn’t wish for Wang Zhan to face an unstoppable, overpowering foe. If she really wanted Wang Zhan dead, wouldn’t it have been easier to command our Yang family? So, she wants Wang Zhan to live, and live well, until he grows ever stronger through the ordeal of being hunted."
Yang Zecheng listened carefully, then combined his grandfather’s words with the information he had collected. Although he still couldn’t figure out Aunt of Qin Family’s exact motives, he had ultimately understood the general cause and effect.
He pursed his lips and said, "In that case, Grandfather, our Yang family should take action and support Wang Zhan at the critical mont. This can not only win Wang Zhan’s goodwill but also Aunt Qin’s. It’s a very profitable deal."
"Do you really think so?"
"...Could there be so other complication?"
Looking at his grandfather’s aningful gaze, Yang Zecheng lowered his head again, humbly seeking advice.
The old man chuckled. "The goodwill of Aunt of Qin Family is indeed valuable. But I fear that if we blunder into this confusedly, the higher-ups might think our Yang family has so new sche, and that wouldn’t be good."
Yang Zecheng had a flash of insight. He mused, "So, even if we want to intervene, we can’t let those above shift their attention to us. We can only make it seem like a purposeless attempt to win soone over—say, by focusing on Wang Zhan?"
"Hmm."
Yang Zecheng instantly understood. This is an opportunity, but also a potential disaster. Aunt Qin’s goodwill is favorable, but the malice from other quarters that might arise due to it will surely bring many adversities. The struggles and life-or-death stakes at that level, compared to their comfortable life in Jing State, are terrifyingly incomprehensible.
But after pondering for just a few breaths, Yang Zecheng imdiately stood up and said to Yang Shoucheng in a serious tone, "I understand, Grandpa! In that case, let
handle this alone. Tonight’s actions will be my choice alone. After all, a young man wanting to win over a genius shouldn’t attract too much attention; it would simply be regarded as youthful ignorance."
His intention was clear: he alone would take responsibility for his actions. If anything went wrong, the bla would fall solely on him.
Imdiately, he turned and left, his stride powerful, his face resolute.
I’ve decided, he thought. I’ll deploy the only Grandmaster-level combatant at my disposal. Even if they are sacrificed in this fight, I must ensure Wang Zhan survives. While everyone else wants to treat Wang Zhan like a dog, I was the first to contact him, the first to sense his true attitude. I know clearly that to get his help, I need to beco his friend. Therefore, I’m ready to befriend Wang Zhan.
...
「Beneath a dim streetlamp, surrounded by the entrances of old, mottled alleyways.」
Watching as five Martial Generals were about to land punches on his face, strike him with their weapons, and kick his legs.
But the corner of Wang Zhan’s mouth quietly pulled into a faint, detached smile. His eyes turned cold and bloodthirsty, as if he had returned to the Death Battlefield.
Everyone assud he was a tiger stranded on flat ground, powerless.
But who could have known? Qin Ying’s Supre Clear Thunder Summary had not only helped him break through the interference from the Blood Essence Pill’s complications but had also mobilized all its latent power, channeling it into his basic attributes. Consequently, after this delay, Wang Zhan had finally maxed out his basic attribute points as a Level 4 Warrior. And to him, these Martial Generals—though ferocious, agile, and formidable, far stronger than the Martial Masters from that morning—were rely a few dishes delivering attribute points to his doorstep.
They could only bla themselves for not bothering to research his trump card before coming to their deaths. Otherwise, they would have known that even if Wang Zhan had bluffed back on the Eastern Battlefield, he still wasn’t soone they could handle.
"Fatal—One Slash!"
"Supre—Clear Thunder!"
Go to hell...
As the Essence Energy in Wang Zhan’s body suddenly began to boil, his abundant ntal energy surged forth like a raging river.
A dazzling saber beam, unleashed as Wang Zhan accumulated and exerted his strength, suddenly outshone the light of the streetlamp and the moon, soaring between Heaven and Earth like a miniature Sun.
Even if it was rely a firefly’s glow compared to the real Sun, the five Martial Generals before him were utterly blinded by this saber beam, montarily unable to distinguish any direction.
The five Martial Generals couldn’t help but be shocked, exclaiming in unison, "Not good!"
Even Uncle 17 of the Xu family, who was nearly a hundred ters from Wang Zhan, had his eyes lock onto this dazzling beam. He imdiately grabbed Xu Shilang and retreated rapidly, fleeing again and again.
Xu Shilang stared incredulously at the saber beam before him, nearly speechless with surprise.
"How is this possible? Didn’t he lose all his power? What the hell are those people from the Original Organization doing? Why did they misjudge such crucial information?"
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