Chapter 5: I Told You, Leave Your Legs Behind!

Zhang Feilong’s vision blurred as a sharp, searing pain surged from below him, sending his body hurtling backward uncontrollably. Before anyone in the crowd could grasp what had happened, a blood-curdling scream tore through the air. The entire hall fell silent, save for the agonizing, soul-wrenching cries that echoed with a raw intensity.

“Young Master Zhang!” After a long moment, Zhang Feilong’s subordinates snapped out of their stupor and scrambled toward him in panic. When they caught sight of him sprawled on the floor, a collective gasp escaped their lips. One of Zhang Feilong’s legs dangled at an unnatural angle beneath him—no normal limb could bend so grotesquely. Some of them even suspected that only a thin layer of skin was holding the leg together, making them too afraid to lift him up.

Huang Jie, meanwhile, stayed where he was, his expression gloating as he spat venomously at Chen Yuyi, “You’re finished! You dared to strike Zhang Kangcheng’s son—even the emperor himself can’t save you now!”

Wang Xinyan’s eyes flickered with astonishment. When had her sworn little brother grown so formidable? Although she was born into the Wang family, she’d never been as enamored with martial arts as her brothers, but she’d absorbed enough to recognize true skill. That move just now—undeniably the work of a martial arts master.

Clearly, her sworn brother was anything but ordinary. No wonder he’d dared to step in front of her so bravely. A gentle warmth spread through her heart. Even as a woman who didn’t care for men, she couldn’t help but feel something for a man who would protect her so fiercely.

Chen Yuyi didn’t spare Huang Jie a single glance. That man wasn’t even worth raising a hand against.

Huang Jie, mistaking Chen Yuyi’s indifference for fear of the Zhang family’s power, pressed his advantage. “Now that I’m on good terms with Young Master Zhang, if you beg me now, maybe I’ll intercede for you—perhaps your death won’t be so quick…”

Smack!

Before he could finish, a crisp slap resounded—only it wasn't Chen Yuyi who struck him, but Wang Xinyan.

“Get lost! Don’t let me see you again!” she snapped.

Clutching his swollen, reddened cheek, Huang Jie shot them a venomous glare. “Sister Yan, I was only thinking of you! I’ve worked at your bar for so long, always with all my heart. What does this kid have on me? And you still call him your sworn brother?”

“Don’t you dare compare yourself to Xiaoyu. You’ll never measure up to him. I must have been blind to let someone like you work in my bar.” Wang Xinyan’s disgust was palpable.

Huang Jie’s face darkened as he retreated two steps, then shouted, “He struck Young Master Zhang! We can’t let him get away with it!”

The others quickly recovered and began to close in on Chen Yuyi with menacing intent.

Chen Yuyi’s lips curled into a faint smile. His movements were as swift as the wind—kicks and palms flying, he quickly dispatched the group, leaving them groaning on the floor, unable to rise.

Huang Jie’s pupils contracted in terror. He stumbled backward, then turned and fled without a second thought.

Chen Yuyi didn’t bother to chase him. Instead, he walked over to Zhang Feilong.

“I told you: leave a leg behind and call me ‘Grandfather’ three times, and I’ll let you go. Now you’ve left behind your leg, but you haven’t called me grandfather. There’s still time.”

Zhang Feilong glared at Chen Yuyi, his voice trembling with fury. “You crippled my leg! I’ll have my father tear you to pieces—no, grind your bones to dust! Just wait for death!”

A cold glint flashed in Chen Yuyi’s eyes. He didn’t know why, but a surge of murderous intent welled up within him—perhaps a change brought on by newfound power.

“Xiaoyu.” At that moment, Wang Xinyan took his hand. “Let it go. You’ve already crippled him—any more won’t do you any good.”

She turned to Zhang Feilong, her voice icy. “Young Master Zhang, let’s end things here today. If you’re not satisfied, come at me, Wang Xinyan. My Flying High Bar isn’t afraid of trouble!”

“Just you wait! I’ll have my father cut you both into a thousand pieces! And as for you, you slut, I’ll see you ruined!” Zhang Feilong howled.

Wang Xinyan’s delicate brows arched. Without warning, she snatched up an iron rod from the floor and brought it crashing down on Zhang Feilong’s other leg.

Another scream—and Zhang Feilong fainted on the spot.

Wang Xinyan tossed aside the iron bar, dusted her hands, and lifted her chin. “You don’t know what’s good for you, forcing me to take matters into my own hands!”

She turned to the groaning men on the floor. “Get your useless young master out of here—and tell your boss that I’m the one who crippled him. If he wants trouble, I’m always ready!”

Biting back their agony, the men scrambled to drag Zhang Feilong away, not daring to utter a word as they left the bar.

Once they were gone, the bar felt empty—its silence a stark contrast to the earlier chaos.

“Xiaoyu, I’m tired too. You should head home early. Don't worry about anything—your big sister’s here. A mere real estate tycoon can't make any waves. If you run into trouble, just come to me.” Wang Xinyan smiled at him.

Chen Yuyi could see that Wang Xinyan was shouldering everything for his sake. His heart warmed.

“Sister Yan, you really don’t have to do this. I’m not afraid of them.”

“I know you’re not, and I never realized you were a martial arts expert! Tell me, what else are you hiding?” she teased.

Chen Yuyi grinned sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you.”

“Oh, I’m not that nosy. After all this, I think I’ll renovate the bar and maybe head back to Shangdu for a while. So, you’re on break for now—but don’t worry, you’ll still get your pay. If anything comes up, just ask your sister for help. And I still owe you a proper gift for becoming my sworn brother—when I return from Shangdu, I’ll make it up with something special!”

“Thank you, Sister Yan.” Chen Yuyi knew Wang Xinyan was straightforward—no need for pretense with her. She always thought of him first; she was the best sister he could ask for. He resolved to repay her kindness one day.

Stepping out of the bar, Chen Yuyi found himself under the bright moonlight. The city’s lively clamor faded from his mind, replaced by images of martial techniques swirling in his thoughts. Though he’d reached the state of Firm and Gentle Harmony, it would take time to fully absorb all the techniques in his mind.

He even felt that after dealing with Zhang Feilong and his men, he’d already made progress. If he sparred again with someone like Eagle King Jiang Kun, he might reach an even higher level.

“Young man, I’ve been waiting for you!” Shadows emerged from the darkness.

It was Wang Ziqian and his men.

Because of Wang Xinyan, Chen Yuyi was polite. “What can I do for you, Young Master Wang?”

“You’re quite arrogant, aren’t you? In the bar just now, you dared to ignore me!” Wang Ziqian said coldly.

“We’re not acquainted. Why should I listen to you?”

“Very well. Do you know who we are? Do you know what the Wang family of Shangdu represents?” Wang Ziqian looked at Chen Yuyi as if he were an ant.

“No idea,” Chen Yuyi replied simply.

“Insolent!” One of Wang Ziqian’s men reached out to grab Chen Yuyi—

But his hand closed on empty air, leaving him dumbfounded.

Wang Ziqian and the others were momentarily stunned as well. “So you’re a trained fighter—that explains your arrogance.”

Soon, several more fierce attacks came at Chen Yuyi.

He welcomed them—these attackers were perfect for digesting the martial techniques imprinted in his mind. Of course, he didn’t go all out; otherwise, he’d defeat them in a move or two, and then where would he find more skilled opponents?

Wang Ziqian watched as his men encircled Chen Yuyi, only to be toyed with like monkeys, unable to gain any advantage. He was shocked. The Wang family was renowned for their martial prowess; his grandfather had even been honored as a peerless national hero by the highest authority. Wang Ziqian himself was steeped in martial arts from childhood, and while his men couldn’t compare to him, they were rarely challenged in ordinary circles.

Now, seeing them all outmatched by Chen Yuyi—and realizing that, if he wished, Chen Yuyi could defeat them instantly—Wang Ziqian was astonished and began to reassess Chen Yuyi’s strength.

“Could he have already reached the Transformational Realm?”

The Transformational Realm was a high level in martial arts, marking the entry to Grandmaster status. Even his grandfather, Wang Boyuan, had only achieved it around forty. Though Wang Ziqian was gifted, he was still some distance from that level.

“No, impossible—he’s so young, he couldn’t have reached it so soon! I’ll see for myself!” With that thought, Wang Ziqian leapt into the fray.

His joining only made Chen Yuyi more exhilarated. His feet traced the Seven Stars Step, martial techniques in his mind spinning with unprecedented mastery.

Suddenly, a surge of immense power welled up inside him, as if his body were about to burst.

Boom!

Unable to suppress the force any longer, Chen Yuyi unleashed both fists, sending Wang Ziqian and his men flying more than ten meters back.

“Chen Yuyi, you’re advancing at a shocking pace! You've already reached the Fifth Level of Divine Strength—soon, breaking through to the Divine Ability Realm will be within your grasp!” At that moment, the voice of the Flood Dragon King suddenly echoed within him…