The hall was silent, everyone holding an attitude of watching the excitement, their eyes gleaming as they watched Shen Qiang and a young man walking toward him. Those eyes said, "Look, someone is going to be bullied," sharp as arrows.

Looking at the handsome and confident young man approaching, Shen Qiang took a deep breath and then reminded himself: Xu Nan is nothing to you, it's your first time here, don't conflict with them, you need to stay calm.

Yet, thinking of this man and his previous words, a surge of anger still blazed from Shen Qiang's heart.

"Imagine me as his opponent, is it a disgrace to him? An old waste, trash?"

Just then, the beautiful manager, Xu Nan, said coldly to the young man who was approaching: "Jing Haotian, Wanxin Hesheng is not a place where you can do whatever you want, don't force me to kick you out."

The young man smiled, his smile incredibly handsome.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, a bundle of red roses appeared in his hand.

"Okay, if my words just now upset you, then I can apologize, but these flowers are for you. Although they are ordinary, I personally picked them after guarding them all night."

Watching the sunny and handsome Jing Haotian, Xu Nan's eyes softened considerably, but she didn't take the rose from his hand, merely smiling: "I appreciate the gesture, but I don't need the flowers. Moreover, what I really want to see now is you showing your politeness."

Jing Haotian smiled charmingly and said, "Are you suggesting that I should apologize to this guy beside you?"

"Yes," Xu Nan nodded.

Jing Haotian smiled and stretched out his hand toward Shen Qiang.

Shen Qiang frowned slightly and did not want to shake hands. At this moment, Xu Nan softly said, "More friends, more paths; more enemies, more walls. In life, some things should not be taken too seriously."

Shen Qiang was silent and, after thinking for a moment, stretched out his hand with a smile.

However, Jing Haotian's hand then clamped down on Shen Qiang's like a tiger's vice, squeezing fiercely.

Not only was the force tremendous, causing Shen Qiang's palm to ache tremendously, but Shen Qiang could even faintly hear his bones creaking under the pressure, almost as if they were about to snap any moment.

"Bastard!"

Shen Qiang's eyes blazed with fire.

However, even as he exerted all his strength and called upon all his True Yuan, Shen Qiang still could not contend with him.

Watching the furious Shen Qiang.

Jing Haotian's lips curled into a scornful smile: "To correct what I said earlier, you are not trash, you are even less than trash."

Upon hearing these words, everyone in the hall burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, exactly. He's over twenty and only at the initial stage of Qi Condensation, not even having reached Foundation Establishment. Look at Jing Haotian, also in his twenties, yet he's already at the Golden Core Stage."

"Strictly speaking, only after Foundation Establishment is one truly a cultivator. One step forward from there reaches Golden Core Stage. Every cultivator who reaches the Golden Core Stage before thirty will inevitably cultivate a Nascent Soul and become a powerhouse in the True Man Realm."

"At this age, someone who hasn't even surpassed the threshold of Foundation Establishment, what basis does he have to compare with Jing Haotian? If he were smart, he'd beg for mercy; otherwise, getting his fingers crushed is his own fault."

Listening to the laughter of the crowd, Xu Nan said coldly, "Jing Haotian, don't go too far."

The handsome and dashing Jing Haotian looked at Shen Qiang with contemptuous eyes: "Don't worry, I know my limits. As long as he begs for mercy now, I will let him go immediately. This is the rule of the Cultivation World. I assume Miss Xu wouldn't forcibly intervene, right?"

Upon hearing this,

Xu Nan was silent.

At that moment, a young man beside Xu Nan, with a shirt impeccably free of any wrinkles, said solemnly, "Mr. Shen, your cultivation is at the initial stage of Qi Condensation, while Mr. Jing's is two Great Realms higher than yours. You cannot break free, so sometimes stepping back opens up a broader horizon."

The people in the hall snickered.

"A wise man submits to circumstances. Be smart, admit you are even less than trash, then quietly sit in the corner, and Jing Haotian will stop making things difficult for you."

"Haha, look, this silly boy still won't admit defeat, still holding on. It's truly asking for ugliness."

"What's the use of holding on, when the difference is two Great Realms? Even a god would have no way to escape."

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Jing Haotian's mouth revealed a disdainful smirk, haughtily saying, "Do you understand the gap between you and me now? You think you can be my opponent? You're not even worthy."

"Furthermore."

With a smug smile glancing at Xu Nan, Jing Haotian raised an eyebrow and said, "My patience has run out. I'm giving you a final three seconds to make a choice—admit you're trash and scram aside, or have your hand bones crushed by me."

Staring at Shen Qiang's eyes, Jing Haotian's gaze was cold and proud.

An anxious Xu Nan exclaimed, "Jing Haotian, stop this at once. Shen Qiang is a doctor; his hands are his livelihood. If you destroy his hands, it's no different from killing him."

"Trash? If killed, then killed." Jing Haotian coldly said with a haughty look, "3!"

Xu Nan fiercely raised an eyebrow, "Shen Qiang concedes!"

"2!" Jing Haotian's voice was icy.

"Concede, you fool!" yelled a skinny man peeling grapes on the sofa, "If you keep resisting and your hand gets crushed, you won't even have the qualifications to be trash."

"1!" Jing Haotian's eyes suddenly turned cold.

An anxious Xu Nan cried out, "No!"

And almost at the same moment, Jing Haotian, who was suddenly exerting all his power, saw Shen Qiang's lips turning upward.

"Is he actually smiling?"

Jing Haotian was astonished.

But almost simultaneously, an itchy sensation in his nose made him, at that moment of full force, unable to resist and he sneezed violently.

Achoo!

The ferocious sneeze not only made his nose sore and his head swell, but the power gathered in his arms also instantly dissipated.

Smack!

A loud slap landed on Jing Haotian's face.

Not only staggering him.

The crowd was even more shocked to see that at that moment, Shen Qiang, with a smile on his face, was standing in place, moving the right hand that had just slapped Jing Haotian.

"How is this possible!"

"In the early stage of Qi Condensation, to withdraw his hand from a Golden Core Stage Cultivator and instantly retaliate with a slap, it's simply inconceivable!"

"Was Jing Haotian letting him win? If so, this surnamed Shen old trash is extremely malicious."

At that instant of everyone's astonished thoughts.

Jing Haotian, who was slapped dizzy by Shen Qiang, turned around and immediately roared in fury, "You dare to hit me, I'll kill you!"

After that he suddenly rushed toward Shen Qiang, but just as he moved, a young man in a neatly pressed shirt without a single wrinkle had already abruptly appeared in front of him, not only stopping him from rushing at Shen Qiang but also coldly saying, "Mr. Jing, don't force me to make a move against you."

Jing Haotian was startled, and then, separated by the young man in the neatly pressed shirt, he furiously stared at Shen Qiang and said, "Kid, you are dead… Achoo! Definitely, achoo!"

In the hall, seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

Two streams of snot, with Jing Haotian's sneezes gushing out, were hanging on his nose swaying, along with the already swollen marks on his face—dirty and disheveled, nowhere near the feel of a handsome young man...

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