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Meng Zhao's thinking was also very realistic. He had to deal with the Wen family, as it was related to his strategic allocation for himself. Waterways were indispensable. If he could not control this force, he would easily be hindered by others and find himself in a dilemma.

As for how to bring the Wen family and the key waterways under his control, that is something he can consider.

A forceful fight is not impossible, especially if Meng Zhao personally takes action; it would be utterly devastating. Unless the Wen family has a figure like the sweeping monk of the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion, it would be difficult to contend with Meng Zhao and his forces.

However, such a fierce attack is prone to accidents. That is why Meng Zhao deliberately provoked a dispute and incited the Wen family to attack him, so as to occupy the position of a passive victim and thus add a layer of defensive counterattack to his own actions.

So, is it possible to bring the Wen family under my control in a gentle, subtle, and covert way?
Meng Zhao felt that it wasn't impossible, but rather that he needed to use a little wisdom and patience to plan this matter.

Therefore, he changed his initial thought and smiled slightly at the two of them.

“I know perfectly well why you’ve come. If you truly wanted to ease the tension between our two families and resolve our grievances, you wouldn’t have come unannounced at night.”

"I suppose you were ordered to take my life, but unfortunately, you overestimated your own strength and underestimated my martial arts."

Upon hearing this, the two members of the Wen family were terrified. A chill ran through them, and the intense sense of life-or-death crisis made their hair stand on end, their mouths go dry, and their hearts pound.

The tall, burly Wen family man was particularly impatient. As soon as Meng Zhao finished speaking, his eyes turned red, his hands clenched, and a burst of energy exploded slightly. Instinctively, his body swayed and he lunged towards Meng Zhao.

His body was strong and robust, his hands were as big as bear paws, yet he possessed extremely light and agile movements and footwork. In the blink of an eye, he leaped in front of Meng Zhao.

With hands like hammers and axes, containing immense power and carrying the force of thunder, they cleaved towards Meng Zhao's head.

A sharp, piercing sound of air shattering rang out, and a violent gust of wind suddenly swept through the large hall. The window frames creaked, demonstrating the ferocity and power of the attack.

This is precisely the Mountain-Opening Hand martial art that this person is extremely skilled in. It is powerful and domineering, with simple and unadorned moves, yet it contains the true meaning of great skill without artifice.

Combined with the Wen family's inherited Cangjiang Heart Technique, its power is boundless.

Once you get caught up in this person's fighting rhythm, you won't be able to withstand it in a short time and will inevitably be crushed and defeated by the opponent's energy and techniques.

To defeat an opponent, even if one lacks martial prowess but possesses superior skills, one must find ways to delay the pace and wait for the opponent's energy to wane and their stamina to decline before it becomes possible to succeed.

However, how skilled and powerful was Meng Zhao?
Seeing the tall, robust man from the Wen family arrive out of nowhere, sitting firmly in the same spot, motionless, calm and composed, his aura surging, he seemed like an immortal sitting high in the clouds, looking down on the ants of the mortal world.

When the Wen family man's mountain-opening hand landed, it was suddenly blocked by an invisible yet gentle, extremely resilient and domineering force three inches away from Meng Zhao's head.

No matter how hard he gritted his teeth and channeled all his energy, breaking through this layer of energy was still as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The next moment, Meng Zhao's eyes opened and closed, like an immortal opening his eyes. The Three-Part Returning Origin Qi suspended above his head suddenly erupted. The powerful and domineering force instantly sent the Wen family man flying. He was thrown out and rolled repeatedly in mid-air before finally crashing heavily to the ground.

With a soft "plop," the Wen family man coughed up blood. His once robust body seemed to have been drained of blood, leaving him extremely weak.

His originally vibrant and energetic spirit has now fallen into a state of decline, helplessness, and despair.

With a single move—no, it can't even be called a single move—the opponent's protective aura shifted slightly, and he was easily severely injured. Such skill was simply astonishing and unheard of.

It should be noted that the Wen family man's martial arts skills were also extremely powerful and profound. While not quite top-tier, he was certainly among the best in the world.

Otherwise, the Wen family wouldn't have regarded him as a valuable asset for handling troublesome matters; he must possess remarkable talent and profound martial arts skills.

However, in this world, everything is subject to comparison. Compared to Meng Zhao, this top-tier expert seems no different from a stray dog ​​on the street.

He had seen many strong people, but he had never seen anyone as strong as Meng Zhao in his life.

Whether it was the Wen family's top expert or the most skilled expert he had ever met, none of them left a lasting impression on him as much as Meng Zhaolai.

After all, this was a peerless powerhouse who could beat him to a pulp without even lifting a finger.

The Wen family experts who took action felt a storm of despair, their hearts filled with turmoil.

As bystanders, both of them were also experiencing a surge of emotions, finding it difficult to remain calm.

The short Wen family member closed his eyes, completely abandoning any thought of fighting Meng Zhao to the death.

If they don't fight, they can at least retain a semblance of dignity.

If you try to strike first like you would with your own brother, you'll not only fail to achieve your goal, but you'll also make yourself look like a clown.

His understanding of Meng Zhao's martial arts skills became even clearer and more specific.

The strength and power of his skills are absolutely inversely proportional to his age. So young, yet he has such power. Could he be from the demonic path?
Otherwise, it would be very difficult to explain how the other party could have such an outburst of energy and power.

The Wen family's Cangjiang Heart Method uses the imagery and spirit of the Yangtze River as its guiding principle. Once mastered, it produces a powerful and continuous flow of energy, much like the Yangtze River, which is extremely robust, strong, and resilient.

Moreover, their cultivation is a gradual process of accumulating knowledge and experience before unleashing its full potential at an astonishing speed.

Without such a foundation, the Wen family could not have dominated a region for a century.

This contrast only amplifies the terrifying and dreadful nature of Meng Zhao's martial arts skills.

Compared to the two members of the Wen family, the six dragon leaders of the White Dragon Venerable Society were also quite shocked.

There are many famous protective qi in the martial arts world, but as far as he knows, whether it is the pure yang qi of Taoism, the Xuan Tian qi, or the Bodhi holy qi or the Jade Buddha indestructible qi of Buddhism, even if they are highly cultivated, it is difficult to achieve the performance of Meng Zhao.

Leaving aside its defensive capabilities, the key point is that it can actually inflict severe injuries and cause a top-tier expert with formidable internal strength to vomit blood.

Moreover, judging from Meng Zhao's nonchalant expression, he probably still had something to hold back.
With such martial arts skills, even if the six members of the White Dragon Clan combined, apart from the Great Dragon Head, were to join forces, they might not be his match.

Thinking of the Great Dragon Head, the Six Dragon Heads couldn't help but ponder.

The leader of the White Dragon Sovereign Society, also known as the Great Dragon Head, has not made a move for nearly fifteen years.

However, judging from the opponent's performance fifteen years ago, his deterrent effect on the Six Dragon Heads was not as great as Meng Zhao's.

However, it's unknown how much progress the Great Dragon Head has made in these fifteen years.

After all, the human body has its limits. Once one's skill reaches a certain level, it can only be maintained, not continuously improved, unless one can break through the predetermined limitations of one's talent. (End of Chapter)