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Chapter 1002 - 996 This Can’t Be Real

Chapter 1002: Chapter 996 This Can’t Be Real

Although Uncle Cai’s target was not him, Yang Fei, standing behind Changlin, naturally felt the overwhelming aura bearing down on him.

In fact, given Changlin’s current cultivation level, he could easily have neutralized Uncle Cai’s oppressive presence.

However, Changlin didn’t do so.

Yang Fei was loyal and deserved companionship, yet his temperament tended toward the meek, which is precisely why Changlin deliberately let him face Uncle Cai’s intimidation.

If Yang Fei couldn’t muster the courage to directly confront such a presence, then he wasn’t worth too much of Changlin’s investment; at most, Changlin would consider him strictly as a business partner.

Of course, should Yang Fei withstand this test, Changlin would naturally spare no effort in nurturing him.

By then, he might even teach Yang Fei martial techniques, allowing him to personally retrieve the dignity they had lost to the Sun Family today.

Faced with Uncle Cai, Changlin’s figure remained completely still.

Many empathized, thinking Changlin had been petrified by Uncle Cai’s aura.

At this point, several had already retreated to a distant place, but Yang Fei did not step back.

His idol, Changlin, stood in front of him, braving Uncle Cai’s intimidation to stand up for him; naturally, Yang Fei wasn’t a coward and would not choose to flee at such a moment.

So even though he was overwhelmingly scared, tense to the core, Yang Fei still clenched his teeth, his body trembling as he struggled to endure.

"You’re not afraid, kid!" Seeing Changlin motionless, Uncle Cai’s advancing steps finally halted.

Looking at Changlin curiously, Uncle Cai’s face showed a hint of surprise.

"Would an elephant step aside if it saw an ant trying to trip it, knowing full well that the ant is stretching its leg out?" Changlin chuckled lightly, looking indifferently at his adversary.

Uncle Cai’s face darkened, a murderous intent swirling in his eyes, "It’s a pity then. I was regretting that you’d cultivated your martial skills with such difficulty. Had you simply submitted, I would have let you go. Since you’re so ungrateful, there’s no need for me to be merciful anymore."

It seemed that although Uncle Cai previously exerted his oppressive aura, he hadn’t shown a murderous intent. But now, having heard Changlin’s words, he finally made up his mind.

Listening, Changlin simply shook his head, "The moment you decided to stand up for Sun Ji’an, your fate was already sealed."

Changlin wouldn’t personally handle Sun Ji’an, for he intended to leave that vendetta to Yang Fei, but he had no intention of showing leniency to Sun Ji’an’s minions and lackeys.

If this Uncle Cai had chosen not to intervene, that would have been the end of it, and Changlin wasn’t prone to killing.

However, should Uncle Cai dare to make a move, then Changlin would decisively strike, readily bringing him to the dust.

The cruelest way to confront an Ancient Martial Arts Expert isn’t to kill them—since without life, they have nothing left to feel.

Rather, disabling their martial arts allows one to live a lifetime riddled with regret.

Changlin’s stance towards people and affairs was just like that: if one chose to foster evil, one had to be prepared to bear the corresponding consequences.

The Sun Family might be powerful, but they were still just a second-rate family, only slightly more formidable than the Jiangnan Huo Family and the Chen Family of Nanfu.

Now that Changlin’s cultivation was comparable to a Peak Virtual Energy Expert, he naturally wasn’t too concerned about the repercussions of offending such a second-tier family.

"Besides, hadn’t he given the Sun Family face by not doing anything to Sun Ji’an?"

When the time came for Yang Fei to personally take action and regain today’s lost ground, even if Sun Ji’an were to be killed on the spot, the Sun Family would have nothing to say.

Because if there was anyone to blame, it could only be Sun Ji’an’s own arrogance.

Taking someone else’s girlfriend was bad enough; to actually humiliate the other party in such a way—damn it, who else would you kill if not him!

As for the Yang Family, they didn’t need to worry at all. With a martial arts genius emerging from the Yangs, they would be too busy protecting Yang Fei when the time came, how could they possibly stand by and watch the Sun Family go after Yang Fei.

So all of this, Changlin had already calculated in his heart.

Watching Uncle Cai slowly gather his energy, a cold sneer was all that appeared on Changlin’s face; naturally, a trace of killing intent began to surge within him.

"Since you are seeking death, I can only oblige!" Finally, Uncle Cai lost his patience, stepped forward three meters in one stride, and threw a punch at Changlin’s chest.

In an instant, the punch roared through the air, and a ferocious, iron-blooded aura of slaughter emanated from Uncle Cai’s body. With this move, he intended to crush his opponent with the force of thunder, obliterating Changlin’s combat strength in one fell swoop.

Seeing the iron fist coming towards him, Changlin’s face showed not the slightest hint of concern; instead, it was Yang Fei standing behind him whose face drastically changed as he cried out in alarm.

Changlin had already seen that Uncle Cai, although only at the initial threshold stage of Transformation Realm due to the iron-blooded intent of slaughter in his body, had forcefully raised his strength to the middle threshold stage. But this posed no threat to Changlin, who squinted his eyes and looked indifferently at the incoming fist.

Whoosh!

The iron fist, carried by the wind, struck with formidable power.

In a blink of an eye, the enormous fist was already close to Changlin’s body and then landed heavily on his chest.

"Ah, too cruel!"

"It’s over, that young man is done for."

"Damn, such a handsome guy, to be killed outright by that old man!"

As this scene unfolded, the onlookers around had already begun crying out in shock.

Yang Fei, standing behind Changlin, also let out a cry of alarm, and quickly rushed forward, "Sun Zhicai, I’ll fight you to the death!"

In that moment, Yang Fei didn’t know where the courage came from, but he charged straight ahead of Changlin, then raised his fist and, with reckless abandon, struck at Uncle Cai.

Bang!

His punch immediately slammed into Uncle Cai’s forehead, the man seemingly stunned by the impact, his body sent flying directly by Yang Fei’s blow.

With a thud,

Sun Zhicai crashed heavily to the ground, his body bent like a drunken shrimp, his face and eyes filled with disbelief and despair.

"How is this possible, how is this possible, no, this can’t be true!" It took a while for Uncle Cai to start screaming miserably.

His voice sounded incredibly forlorn; instantly, he seemed to age a decade.

Yang Fei, too, looked at the other man in disbelief, raising his fist and examining it from left to right, utterly unable to comprehend how he had suddenly become so powerful.