The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 94: Rushing to One’s Doom_1

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Rushing to One’s Doom_1

The lighting in the haunted house was too dim, visibility was restricted, making it difficult to see anything at a distance other than glowing objects.

However, with his psychic senses aiding him, Zhang Xian could see the things before him even when he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face, and that was clearer than daytime ’viewing’.

A dagger suddenly stabbed toward him, he grabbed the extended arm and immediately kicked the attacker’s abdomen. He didn’t use his full force, but even so, an ordinary person wouldn’t be able to withstand that kick.

"Ah..." The attacker let out a miserable scream and flew several meters backwards.

The girls were terrified by the scene.

They had a clear view of the situation. The staff member who was playing the ghost was actually wielding a dagger and was attempting to stab Zhang Xian.

"Fuck, what’s happening?" Gao Longfei shouted.

"Damn it, who the hell has such guts?" Shen Nanshan, who wasn’t wearing flip-flops today, didn’t hesitate to take off his canvas shoes and grip them tightly in his hand.

When it came to weapons, he seemed to have a particular affection for shoes. Every time there was a fight, his flip-flops would always make an impressive appearance, coming out as highlights.

"Brother Zhang Xian, are you okay?" Dong Qian asked anxiously.

Meng Xue, Xu Hui, and Fang Yanjuan also surrounded him, only Fong Yu’s expression looked somewhat unnatural. It seemed to be filled with reluctance and more of helplessness.

"They are just small fries. You all follow me, I’ll deal with them." Seeing that the shadow fell to the ground and didn’t get up, Zhang Xian walked forward with a cold smile after making this remark.

When he reached a corner, a figure burst out holding a machete.

At the same moment, two more shadows appeared from another direction, each of them holding a knife.

Zhang Xian seemed to have known that someone would jump out. He raised his hand and slapped the first one, sending him flying. Under the dim light, the white teeth were particularly eye-catching.

A smack of the shoe sole hitting a face loudly echoed.

Shen Nanshan grabbed a shadow, pressing it against the wall and continuously slapped it with his canvas shoes.

Zhang Xian had given him the secret method of meditation, although he didn’t understand it, his consistent exercise during this period had significantly enhanced his strength.

He was incomparable to a normal person before, and now he was even stronger. If not practicing martial arts, one might not be a match for him. After a few slaps with his canvas shoe, the shadow was knocked unconscious.

The other shadow was easily taken down by Xu Lei and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Fuck, why didn’t you leave one for me?" Gao Longfei glared at Shen Nanshan and Xu Lei, discontented.

Xu Lei snorted and said, "Oh please, there were only two of them, one for each of us, how could we leave one for you? Why don’t you go to the front and share the burden with brother-in-law?"

"I’ll pass!" Gao Longfei shrank his neck.

The visibility in the haunted house was very low, and the enemies were hiding in the darkness, appearing unexpectedly. He didn’t have Zhang Xian’s ability.

"Don’t worry, there are plenty of them here. You will get your chance." Zhang Xian felt that today’s haunted house was a bit unusual. Instead of retreating, he continued to move forward to investigate.

He hadn’t noticed before, but now that he thought about it, he suddenly realized that, except for those ’ghosts’ hiding in the dark, only they were inside the haunted house.

The guys inside were all targeting them.

"Whoosh..."

At a certain moment, another shadow rushed out.

Then, shadows came charging from different directions, each one holding a bulging machete.

At the same time, the lights in the haunted house suddenly went out, making it pitch dark inside, leaving everyone unable to see even their own hands.

"Ah..."

The girls screamed in fear.

"Brother Zhang Xian, where are you? I’m scared..." Dong Qian said in a terrified voice.

Zhang Xian quickly moved to her side, held Dong Qian’s hand and reassured her, "I’m here, don’t be scared, I will protect you."

"Brother..." The three girls, Meng Xue, also called out.

"Don’t be afraid, I’m right here beside you. None of these guys will be able to harm you." Zhang Xian said loudly.

The lights inside the haunted house had gone out completely and there was nothing illuminating the area. But those so-called ’ghosts’ were all wearing night vision goggles, which allowed them to see everything clearly.

"Little Thief, I want to see how arrogant you are today," sneered a cold, grim voice. "You dare to offend our young master. It looks like you are tired of living. Today, we will send you to hell."

"Heh heh, if you have the guts, come at me." Zhang Xian laughed coldly, showing no fear.

He admitted that the planner behind today’s drama was impressive. They conjured up an unbeatable battle strategy using the haunted house environment.

He had previously found Fong Yu suspicious, and now he had his explanation. It was Fong Yu who had suggested they come to Happy Valley, and it was her insistence that led them to the haunted house.

Without a bait, would the other side have set up this trap today?

Unfortunately, they failed to anticipate that he possessed the power of divine consciousness, making the darkness around him as clear as day, perhaps even clearer.

"Attack... Kill this bastard..."

A figure suddenly charged out, swinging a machete viciously at Zhang Xian’s head, intending to kill.

Zhang Xian quickly sidestepped, appearing several meters away, effectively widening his distance from Dong Qian and the others. Within this range, he could ensure their safety and avoid any collateral damage.

"Trying to escape?" A scoffing voice rang out as another figure charged towards Zhang Xian.

The other figures followed closely, completely ignoring Gao Longfei and the rest. Their target today was only Zhang Xian, and they did not wish to make too big a commotion.

"A bunch of trash." Zhang Xian gave a cold smirk. Suddenly, without any apparent action, the energy field around him shifted. The air seemed to be compressed to its limit, followed by a booming explosion.

Ancient Martial Arts Practitioners were divided into Post Acquired and Innate Realms, a significant watershed. Those in the Post Acquired Realm, despite their formidable strength, were always restrained by their bodily limits. However, the elders paved another cultivation path known as Qi Essence Refining, transforming the body’s essential blood into Innate True Qi for further body tempering.

With the aid of Innate True Qi, a person’s body became fortified, capable of unleashing unimaginable strength.

In ancient times, Martial Artists in the Innate Realm could be invulnerable to blades and spears, remaining unscathed thanks to their powerful Innate True Qi. After reaching the Grandmaster Realm, they underwent a qualitative leap, manifesting Innate True Qi externally, injuring others at a distance, and beheading people meters away as easily as grabbing something from a bag. Once this level is reached, another door slowly opens, waiting to be discovered.

Zhang Xian was not an Ancient Martial Arts Practitioner, yet his methods were even more formidable. He was at Tier Five Body Refinement Realm, where what Ancient Martial Arts Practitioners could do, he could do, and what he could do, they might not.

He was a Cultivator, while Ancient Martial Arts Practitioners needed Qi Essence Refining to produce Innate True Qi; he did not. He could directly absorb Spiritual Energy from the universe, which was not inferior to Innate True Qi.

"Ahh...Ahh...Ahh..."

Several screams broke out. The middle-aged men charging towards Zhang Xian were hit by a massive force and flew backward, vomiting blood.

"Who sent you here?" Leaping forward, Zhang Xian grabbed one man by the throat and asked coldly.

"Cough, cough..." The middle-aged man was terrified. After a dry cough, he asked, "What just happened? How did you do that?"

"Killing you would be as easy as crushing an ant." Zhang Xian tightened his grip on the man’s throat and said, "Speak up, or I’ll send you straight to King Yama."

"I...I’ll talk...I’ll talk...don’t...don’t kill me." The middle-aged man was terrified, "It was Young Master Ping who sent us here. He ordered us to kill you here."

Zhang Xian frowned, asking, "Which Young Master Ping? Is it that Black Thug Zhou Ping?"

The middle-aged man promptly responded, "Exactly. We just follow orders. We’ve nothing against you personally; you should settle your score with him."

...

Tiandu City, Happy Valley, in a certain room.

Zhou Ping sat on the couch, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette, humming a tune to himself.

His men had already started moving, their actions coordinated flawlessly with his master-plan. Barring any accidents, Zhang Xian wouldn’t be able to escape his clutches, even if he sprouted wings.

In his view, there was no way any mishaps could occur.

Lost in the pitch-black surroundings, could Zhang Xian defend himself against his underlings’ attacks? Zhang Xian was positively doomed.

"Hmm, I’m in a good mood today."

After stubbing out his cigarette, Zhou Ping mused with a cold smile, "Once I’ve dealt with Zhang Xian and crushed Gao Longfei and his ilk, Meng Xue will be putty in my hands, mine to toy with."

"Dreams are beautiful, reality is often cruel. I admire your beautiful dreams, but despise your delusions of grandeur."

A young man suddenly appeared in the room, a cold smirk on his handsome face, "Do you really believe your worthless underlings can kill me?"

"Zhang...Zhang Xian? How is that possible?" Zhou Ping, terrified, jumped up from the couch.

His underlings had reported, having personally seen Zhang Xian and his group enter the haunted house. And inside, his own men were lying in wait. Zhang Xian could not possibly have escaped alive.

"Fong Yu, would you confess yourself, or shall I force Zhou Ping to spit it out?" Zhang Xian sat down next to the couch, "You seem to have a good relationship with my three sisters, and you are also blooming in youth. If you admit to your mistake and gain my three sisters’ forgiveness, I could let today’s incident slide. If you can’t do that, well, sorry then, your fate is going to be the same as Zhou Ping’s."

"Brother Zhang Xian..." Fong Yu was terrified.

"Don’t call me brother. I only have three sisters, Meng Xue, Xu Hui, and Fang Yanjuan." Zhang Xian laughed coldly.

Seeing Zhou Ping in shock, pale-faced and helpless, Fong Yu lost faith in him. Bowing her head, she said, "Brother Zhang Xian, Meng Xue, Xu Hui, Yanjuan, I’m sorry. I deliberately invited you to Happy Valley today to give Zhou Ping an opportunity. But please believe me, it wasn’t my intention-- I was forced by Zhou Ping."

"Fong Yu, you..." Meng Xue, Xu Hui, and Fang Yanjuan stared in shock.

Zhang Xian turned to look at Fong Yu and said coldly, "Speak up about your compulsion; I want to see just how helpless you were, compelled to betray your sisters."