The Beautiful CEO’s Close Bodyguard
Chapter 319 - 0319: Deciding the Superior

Chapter 319: Chapter 0319: Deciding the Superior

Chu Ge’s voice was neither too high nor too low, yet it reached everyone’s ears without missing a single word.

Shen Congwen’s eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope as he felt a surge of anticipation in his heart.

Upon hearing Chu Ge finish his sentence, Nangong Yun Hai’s hanging heart was put at ease.

But the other disciples of Tang Sect didn’t see it that way; they simply thought this young man was talking big!

"Kid! Bragging without a draft! You think you can snatch Shen Congwen from our hands?"

"Hah! Looks like you can’t even save yourself! Better worry about your own life!"

There were four of them, three being Ancient Martial Artists, yet at this moment, the other two Ancient Martial Artists’ wrists and arms were mysteriously broken, leaving only their team leader.

To be honest, Shen Xing was also feeling a bit shaky inside, but remembering it was his idea to break into this villa to steal the Earth Ganoderma because he knew Shen Congwen wasn’t acquainted with any Ancient Martial Artists, he now only felt his companions got their wrists and arms twisted due to their incompetence.

Besides, their team leader was at the Late Innate stage. Once the leader made a move, you’d see what’s what!

Shen Xing toadily said to Tang Batian, "Captain, this kid is definitely blowing hot air. Shen Congwen doesn’t know any Ancient Martial Artists. It must have been some dirty trick this kid used to injure the other two brothers earlier!"

Chu Ge glanced indifferently at Shen Xing and said, "It seems you haven’t suffered the same arm loss as they did. It’s quite regrettable."

"What?" Shen Xing paused, not quite catching the meaning of his words, when suddenly he saw a black figure flash by swiftly, and then, a bone-gnawing pain spread throughout his body.

But before Shen Xing had a chance to react to the pain, his pupils dilated, and he completely passed out.

Chu Ge sat casually on the couch, flexing his wrist, and said faintly, "This guy’s too noisy, grating on the ears."

Tang Batian was utterly shocked, his gaze somewhat vacant as he stared at Shen Xing on the ground. He wasn’t unconscious from pain; he was directly... dead.

He saw clearly that Chu Ge had personally twisted Shen Xing’s neck. It took just one second, and had Tang Batian not trained specifically for it, he wouldn’t have been able to precisely catch Chu Ge’s action.

It was just too fast, too astonishing.

Now he was left alone. Tang Batian felt somewhat frightened. Before seeing Chu Ge’s astounding speed of dispatching someone, he still had some confidence to fight him to the end.

After all, both of them were at the Late Innate stage.

But unexpectedly, the loss of his three subordinates gave him an illusion that Chu Ge might not just be at Late Innate stage.

He swallowed his fear with difficulty, "You..."

As he spoke, he couldn’t hide the tremble in his voice, his tongue barely straightening out, "Who exactly are you?"

Chu Ge glanced at him indifferently. Tang Batian felt a sharp edge at his back, gulped, and swallowed his saliva.

"Who I am doesn’t matter. What’s important is you..." Chu Ge said, slowly standing up. He took steady steps toward Tang Batian, each move slow but carrying an overwhelming sense of pressure.

As Chu Ge approached, Tang Batian’s heart rose to his throat. He didn’t know why, but he inexplicably felt that this young person, who seemed to be in his twenties, exuded a terrifying sense of danger.

"I’m telling you! If you dare to do anything to me, our Tang Sect will never let you off!" Tang Batian stuttered, wanting to back away, but with one step back, he found himself against the wall.

He was inwardly frustrated, wondering why he hadn’t brought more people with him.

Chu Ge chuckled lightly, his lips curling into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, "Tang Sect? Your Tang Sect stole my belongings, and I was already planning to settle the score with you. Since you’ve mentioned it, I’ll just wait for the Tang Sect to come knocking on my door, saving me another trip!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Batian felt a trace of desolation cross his heart. Was he destined to meet his end here?

No!

He had already reached the Late Innate stage, and he could gamble his life in a fight with him. Even if he was no match for this person, he would still try! The people of the Tang Sect were never cowards!

"Don’t think I’m afraid of you just because you have more people! If you have the guts, let’s have a one-on-one duel!"

Huo Tianqian, who was already struggling to conceal his excitement, broke into a sneer when he heard Tang Batian challenge Chu Ge to a duel, "You? You think you can fight me first!"

"What?" Tang Batian was momentarily stunned, looking at him suspiciously, "You’re already a cripple, and you want to have a duel with me?"

Wasn’t this openly seeking death?

But from what he knew of Huo Tianqian, he would never boast without basis. There must be some secret they didn’t know!

Huo Tianqian raised both hands and waved them in front of Tang Batian, "Are you referring to these two hands of mine that you chopped off?"

Huo Tianqian’s hands were always hanging at his sides, and only half of the back of his hands were exposed because his cotton coat was too big. Therefore, Tang Batian had thought Huo Tianqian’s hands were fake.

But now, not only did Huo Tianqian’s hands look rosy, but they also moved very flexibly. How... how was this possible!

"How is this possible? I clearly chopped them off myself, how could they have regrown?"

Tang Batian’s eyebrows were furrowed tightly, finding this completely incredible, "How did you do it?"

Huo Tianqian snorted lightly, "That’s none of your concern. You’d better worry about yourself! What do you say? Do you dare to duel with me? I want you to pay for the loss of my arms!"

Tang Batian’s frown grew even deeper, "Huo Tianqian, stop joking. I know exactly what you’re capable of. You’re only at the Late Postnatal stage, and you want to duel me? Fine, if I win, you let me go!"

"Hmph! You have to have the ability to win against me first!"

Huo Tianqian’s back teeth were clenched; he was becoming rather impatient.

But when he looked into Chu Ge’s eyes, all he saw was Chu Ge shaking his head slightly. Huo Tianqian was slightly taken aback, what did that mean? Did it mean he shouldn’t fight Tang Batian or that he wouldn’t be able to defeat him?

Tang Batian, observing his momentary hesitation, thought he was getting scared and immediately snorted, "Forget it, you a Postnatal Late Stage won’t be able to beat me! Don’t throw your life away for nothing!"

Chu Ge was somewhat surprised. He looked at Tang Batian, meeting his gaze, and then he heard him say, "I want to fight you! I want to settle our scores!"

Among the disciples of the Tang Sect, besides the elders, he was considered one of the top. Yet after working his way up to team captain, he had not advanced any further.

For an Ancient Martial Artist, standing still is the same as regressing!

He wanted to break through his own limits, and the fastest way to do this was to fight someone stronger than himself, to stimulate his own potential.

He knew this time and place was not the ideal opportunity for him to find someone to break through his own limits, but he was worried, worried that he might never get the chance again.