The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 346: Man Falls As The Stick Rises_1

Chapter 346: Chapter 346: Man Falls As The Stick Rises_1

Sunset Town, at the open square in front of the Mu Family mansion, a battle was underway.

Zhang Xian held a long stick in his hand, swinging it around like a windmill. Many people surrounded him, but no one dared get close.

The sweeping long stick, though flexible, carried an enormous force as if it was fortified with some sort of power. Once hit, one would be flung several meters away, bumping into people behind them.

"Shall we go up?" A seasoned warrior, having observed the ongoing brawl, turned to his companion and asked.

His companion nodded, "Um, if we don’t step in, we simply won’t be able to deal with this guy. If things continue like this, all of us on this side will be done for."

"Let’s go..." The seasoned warrior who spoke first rushed forward.

Seeing this, the other three followed suit.

The three warriors standing furthest away made no sign of joining the fight. They crossed their arms and watched with great interest, as if they were watching a play.

Before coming here, Eighth Master had given them instructions. They were only here to put on a show and had no intentions to confront Zhang Xian head-on. At any given opportunity, their orders were to retreat without any hesitation.

"Charge..."

The four warriors rushed into the crowd, approaching Zhang Xian from four different directions.

"You four, who haven’t even reached the Post Acquired Peak, dare to show off in front of me?"

Zhang Xian smirked coldly. The long stick in his hand showed no sign of deviation; he continued to swing it around, exerting an appalling force.

Despite the plastic stick in his hand not being particularly strong and quite prone to breakage, each time he attacked, a layer of spiritual energy enveloped the stick, increasing its resistance manifold.

"You’re far too overconfident..."

One of the seasoned warriors found an opportunity, stretching out his hand to grab the incoming stick.

Right at the moment when his palm made contact with the stick, his face lost its look of disdain, replaced by shock and terror. A chilling force was contained within that stick.

"Aah..." A scream resounded.

Under the exertion of that great force, the middle-aged man attempting to hold the stick was flung away. His entire arm was instantly numb - he was unable to feel anything momentarily.

Having swept away one seasoned warrior, the plastic stick, with its momentum unbroken, swung towards another.

Upon seeing the fierce dominance of the plastic stick even after having flung one person away, the warrior was taken aback. Sweat plastered his body as he swiftly retreated, attempting to change his direction of attack.

Zhang Xian caught onto the middle-aged man’s intention. The speed of the plastic stick suddenly surged, leaving behind a phantom image.

"Bang..."

The seasoned warrior, who hadn’t been able to retreat out of the attacking range, was directly hit and, with an astonished look on his face, was flung away. He was not prepared for Zhang Xian’s attack to be so quick.

"Damn..."

The two seasoned warriors in the rear hurriedly halted their steps, not daring to advance further.

Zhang Xian held the middle of the plastic stick, sweeping it from left to right, making it unable to approach from either side. Had it not been for their momentary hesitation at the time of attack, it wouldn’t have been just the two of them in the front who suffered.

"Still trying to dodge?"

Zhang Xian swept out another circle with the stick in his hand. Suddenly, he swept the plastic stick back before swaying it out once more.

"Shit..."

The two seasoned warriors had just halted when a second wave of attacks quickly followed; it was so fast they had no time to react.

"Bang... Bang..."

The plastic stick swung out and, just like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, sent the two so-called seasoned warriors flying far away. They fell clumsily, landing in a mess on their faces.

During the attack, Zhang Xian seemed to have grown eyes on his back. The moment he swept away the seasoned warriors in front, the plastic stick suddenly shrank back. The moment they stopped in their tracks, they already found the plastic stick perilously close.

Initially, when the four seasoned warriors charged forward, they were instantly defeated. Their abilities were not at all at the same level.

"Let’s go, hurry up."

Seeing this, the three seasoned warriors who had not yet joined the battle turned and ran.

Their aim in coming here was simply to gauge Zhang Xian’s strength. They had no intention of joining Qiu Family and Shu Family against him.

Upon seeing Zhang Xian’s terrifying power, as none of the four seasoned warriors could even endure one blow, they didn’t dare to stick around to be abused. With this level of strength, chopping them off would be as easy as chopping vegetables.

"Trying to run?"

Zhang Xian’s main targets were the three subordinates of Eighth Master.

Seeing the three flee without hesitation, he swung his stick, cleaning up the henchmen in front, and then with a leap, he landed behind the three men, like a falling meteor.

"Psh...Psh...Psh..."

The plastic stick swept out like a sharp blade, slicing across the necks of the three men. Their heads flew high in the air, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

The lifeless bodies ran a few more steps before falling one by one to the ground.

All was silent. Everyone held their breath and stood frozen as though turned into statues.

This fellow seemed so humble, mild and sunny, yet why was his attack so ruthless? As soon as he charged forward, he stripped off people’s heads without any hesitation, swiftly and decisively.

"Did you all think my performance was entertaining?"

Zhang Xian smirked coldly, then turned his attention to the rest. His eyes were cold, resembling those of a ghost, exuding a bone-chilling aura.

"Gulp..."

Looking at the henchmen swept by Zhang Xian, they all couldn’t help but swallow their saliva and involuntarily retreat.

Not only was Zhang Xian’s stare extremely terrifying, resembling a reaper from hell looking at his prey with no trace of pity, merely the desire to harvest. But also, his recent move of sweeping across the crowd, beheading the three seasoned warriors, was already enough to instill fear in them. The figure in front of them, he was not an easy target!

The four seasoned warriors had already risen, but none dared to make a move.

Obviously, Zhang Xian’s power and tactics had shattered their confidence. If they dared to step forward, they’d be the next to die.

"What, none of you dare to move?"

Zhang Xian sneered coldly, "Since you’ve lost the courage to fight again, you’re now our captives. I give you two choices now, one is to leave Sunset Town and never set foot here again. From today onwards, Sunset Town will be my territory. The second choice is to work for me, wherever I command you to go, you must go."

Silence, no one answered.

Zhang Xian chuckled and said to Da Meng, "Remember the faces of these people. If anyone dares to appear in Sunset Town again, execute them on the spot."

"Yes, Brother Xian." Da Meng stood upright and replied respectfully.

He had witnessed the earlier fight. Now, he admired Zhang Xian from the bottom of his heart. A character like Zhang Xian was simply beyond reach for pawns like them.

Now, he felt that it was a supreme honor to follow Zhang Xian, and he radiated pride.

"No... No... I will join..." someone stepped forward.

When one person stepped forward, the others rushed forward, including the four experts, and no one left.

Their earlier silence wasn’t because they didn’t want to respond. After all, ninety percent of them depended on Medicine Mountain for a living. They didn’t answer because they were still in shock, and hadn’t recovered yet.

Zhang Xian sneered and asked, "Have you all agreed to join?"

The four experts stepped forward and said in unison, "Brother Xian, we are willing to follow you!"

"Good, I won’t stop you if you want to leave, and I’ll welcome you if you want to stay. However, let me warn you upfront, if you follow me, as long as your hearts are in the right place I’ll treat you fairly. If not, I advise you to leave as soon as possible, or you’ll die miserably." Zhang Xian looked at the crowd and said, "Everyone gather here tomorrow morning."

...

Sunset Town, Qiu Family Mansion.

The Head of Qiu Family was anxiously waiting on the living room sofa.

Alongside him were numerous family members. Obviously, he was prepared to escape. If anything went wrong, he would flee immediately.

"Ring ring ring..."

Suddenly, a ring of a mobile phone broke the tense atmosphere in the living room.

"Hello..."

The Head of Qiu Family pulled out his phone and answered, "How’s the situation? Is there any chance of victory for us?"

"Master, we’ve lost."

The Head of Qiu Family’s face changed drastically, "What? We lost? How... how is that possible?"

"Zhang Xian’s power is very formidable, we are no match for him."

It took a while for the Head of Qiu Family to recover. He quickly hung up the phone and instructed his family to grab their belongings and prepare to run.

"Head of Qiu Family, where are you off to?"

Suddenly, a large group of people stormed in. The middle-aged man leading the group sneered at the Head of the Qiu Family, "Wasn’t the Qiu Family really powerful? Why are you thinking of running away today?"

...

Sunset Town, the Shu Family Mansion.

After the Head of Shu Family had his family pack up, he immediately started to move out.

The battle had ended with their side losing completely. Zhang Xian was a formidable person, if they stayed there was only death.

"Head of Shu Family, I’ve been waiting for you."

At the entrance, a middle-aged man was leaning against a car with quite a few henchmen, waiting for the Shu Family to come out.

...

Sunset Town, inside a small building.

"Bang..."

After the door was kicked open, several middle-aged men rushed in.

After scanning the room and finding nothing, the leading man was displeased, "I must say, this bastard runs pretty fast, he fled right after the fight."

...

On the roadside of a highway in Sunset Town, a white Bentley was parked quietly.

Eighth Master sat in the car, frowning, and remained silent.

The middle-aged man driving the car was smoking a cigarette, looking out the window with some anxiety and impatience.

It was now the early hours of the morning, and the three experts they had sent out hadn’t returned yet. Regardless of how the battle went, they had no intention of participating. It shouldn’t have taken this long, should it?

After waiting for a while longer, he turned his head and asked, "Eighth Master, have those three run into some trouble?"

"It’s very likely to be the case."

Eighth Master sighed, "It seems I’ve underestimated Zhang Xian."

"No... surely not?"

The middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, "With our seven experts and two hundred men, we still can’t overcome young Zhang Xian?"

"You don’t understand. Let’s go!"

Eighth Master had no intention of explaining, and began to rest with his eyes closed.

As a minor boss in the organization, although he didn’t hold much status, he was experienced and knew some hidden things. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have opted out of the battle.

He already had suspicions so he didn’t dare to stay in Sunset Town any longer. Before the fight even started, he had already escaped to the suburbs, setting up a rendezvous point here. Unfortunately, the other three did not return.