"If you don't have the guts to come down here, I won't make things difficult for you. Just kneel on this ring and kowtow to me three times, and we'll call this matter over!" Gong Bo stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring at the second-floor, floor-to-ceiling window with a domineering aura.

"You're supposed to be a man. If you're just going to hide behind Lord Hu like a spineless coward, I can take back everything I said."

His words hung in the air, and the surrounding hisses, jeers, and taunts were incessant.

"He has the nerve to provoke the Desert Silver Fox but no guts to fight for real? What a piece of trash!"

"You don't deserve to be called a man! Get out here and apologize immediately!"

"You're a total loser! I despise you!"

The onlookers, never ones to think the drama was too much, hurled insults that grew more vicious by the second, as if he had desecrated their ancestors' graves.

Surrounded by this atmosphere, Qin Mo's face reddened as she mocked, "Do you guys think everyone with the surname Chen is trash? Chen Yang was like that, and now this worthless Mr. Chen is the same!"

"Maybe this guy is your brother-in-law!" Fan Xiaoxian joked.

"Don't you dare insult me!" Qin Mo glared. "He is not my brother-in-law! Besides, a loser like him? How would he ever qualify for the second floor? That's where Lord Hu exclusively entertains his distinguished guests!"

"That's true," Fan Xiaoxian nodded, then laughed. "Let's forget about that trash and place our bets! This time, I'm betting on the Desert Silver Fox to win. We'll definitely win back the money we just lost!"

Qin Wu stared at Chen Yang. "No problem! I'll take your ten-million bet!"

"Mr. Chen, please don't be rash! You've seen how formidable Gong Bo is. The man is utterly brutal. It's better not to go down there!" Zhao Yinghu quickly tried to dissuade him. If something happened here to this man with extensive connections to the Martial Department, not only would the arena be shut down, but he himself would likely be implicated.

"Do I look impulsive?" Chen Yang asked after finishing his sunflower seeds and dusting off his hands. "As for his strength... frankly, I didn't see any."

Zhao Yinghu was left speechless.

Qin Wu chuckled. There truly is no shortage of people courting death.

Chen Yang glanced around, walked over to a bronze statue of an ancient warrior, and picked up a hat and cloak from it before striding out of the room.

"Mr. Chen..." Zhao Yinghu shouted, but seeing that Chen Yang didn't even turn his head, he shot a cold look at Qin Wu. "You had better tell Gong Bo to show some mercy, or there will be dire consequences!"

"Gong Bo has wanted to kill him for a long time! There's nothing I can do," Qin Wu said, spreading his hands helplessly.

"You... you want to kill him?"

"He must die!"

Zhao Yinghu fell silent.

Draped in a black cloak and wearing a black hat, Chen Yang walked toward the ring at an unhurried pace.

"Holy shit! What's with this guy's getup?"

"What a pretentious act. It'll be a great show when he gets his ass kicked!"

Gong Bo's lips curled into a smirk. He watched Chen Yang with a mocking gaze and licked his lips with a bloodthirsty expression. "Afraid of losing face, so you don't dare show your true self? But what's the point of any of that once you're dead?"

Chen Yang stepped onto the ring, stood before Gong Bo, and flashed a grin. "Kill you in one punch? Then one punch it is!"

Gong Bo was amused. Is this man an idiot? Can't he see that I only said that to find an excuse for this fight and to set him up for a fall? And he actually took it seriously? It's utterly ludicrous!

Chen Yang's words, however, caused the atmosphere in the arena to boil over. One punch to kill the Desert Silver Fox? Hah… what an unbelievable boast!

Everyone leaned forward in excitement, eagerly anticipating the sight of Chen Yang getting brutally beaten.

Gong Bo took a step forward, his face twisting with intense cruelty. "You think I won't dare to kill you just because Lord Hu is backing you? How naive!"

BOOM!

Gong Bo suddenly shot forward, the wind howling around him like a tiger pouncing down a mountain.

Compared to Charlie, he was on a completely different level, whether in strength, speed, or adaptability. Now, attacking with his full force, the resulting aura was shockingly powerful, stunning everyone present.

Below the ring, every single person was shaken by this aura. Was this the full power of the Desert Silver Fox? He was terrifyingly strong!

Chen Yang, however, simply lifted his hand and threw a light, straight punch.

In a flash...

BANG!

However fast Gong Bo had charged forward, he was sent flying backward even faster. He sprayed a mouthful of blood before crashing heavily seven or eight meters away, a fist-sized indent sunk more than three inches into his chest.

The moment he landed, he went still, a pool of blood spreading out from under him.

Chen Yang retracted his fist, turned, and walked off the ring.

This...

Zhao Yinghu was dumbfounded, his eyes bulging as if he had just seen a ghost.

It wasn't just him; everyone present felt their minds go blank. The vast arena fell deathly silent, so quiet that even the sound of heartbeats was clearly audible.

Dead? He's dead? In just a few seconds, the Desert Silver Fox, the man who killed Charlie in three moves, was killed by a single punch? Just who in the world is this person?

"Damn! He said one punch, and he really did it in one punch!" someone finally shouted, snapping out of their stupor.

They all realized this man wasn't just arrogant—he had the incredible power to back it up!

Qin Mo's brows furrowed deeply, her eyes locked on Chen Yang's departing figure, a mix of shock and doubt swirling within them.

"Momo, that guy really reminds me of your brother-in-law! You don't think it's really him, do you?" Fan Xiaoxian asked.

Qin Mo naturally saw the resemblance but frowned. "It can't be him! How could a loser who leeches off a woman possibly have skills like that? And I'll say it again, he is NOT my brother-in-law!"

「On the second floor.」

Qin Wu, who had always been composed regardless of the situation, shot up from his seat as if his pants were on fire, his face a mask of utter disbelief.

Chen Yang returned to the private room and smirked at the pale-faced Qin Wu. "This is the capable general you were so proud of? He's pathetic. He couldn't even take a single punch from me!"

"Pathetically weak! Utterly worthless!" Zhao Yinghu hastily chimed in, roaring with laughter. "Qin Wu, with underlings this weak, you still dream of expanding your influence south? You'd better crawl back to your Northern Desert!"

Qin Wu's face was livid, veins throbbing on his forehead. He kicked away the chair in front of him and strode out of the room without looking back.

"Mr. Qin, are you planning to welch on the bet?" Chen Yang's cool voice cut in.

Qin Wu froze, then said grimly over his shoulder, "Kid, aren't you afraid you won't live to spend this money?"

"That's not something you need to worry about."

With a cold expression, Qin Wu took out his checkbook, wrote down the amount, tore it out, and carelessly tossed it aside. "Take it!"

The check fluttered to a stop on the floor.

Chen Yang laughed. Is he expecting me to pick it up off the floor?

"Pick it up and hand it to me," Chen Yang said indifferently.

Qin Wu slowly turned around, his eyes narrowed to slits. "And what if I don't?"

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