You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

The arrogant sound waves followed the cool breeze of early autumn.

It penetrates the wide fountain square outside the manor gate.

Several martial arts disciples following behind him crossed their arms, their faces full of disdain as if they were watching a good show.

In their eyes, these bodyguards in suits were nothing more than brutes with only brute force.

They don't even understand the most basic Tai Chi principles of "listening to the opponent's energy" and "neutralizing their energy."

When encountering genuine ancient martial arts internal style, one can only be beaten on one side.

The eagle clutched its numb left shoulder.

His back molars were grinding together, making a clicking sound.

His scarred face twitched violently.

He was about to draw the tactical dagger from his waistband, determined to risk his life to keep this arrogant brat out of the door.

"Step back."

A clear, calm voice suddenly came from inside the black and gold gate.

The voice was not loud.

Yet it possessed a strange penetrating power capable of instantly suppressing the restlessness of the entire audience.

The eagle's action of drawing its sword abruptly stopped in mid-air.

He turned around and respectfully made way for him.

Twenty fully armed security personnel retreated rapidly to both sides like a tide.

On the tree-lined path deep inside the gate.

Chen Yuanzheng walked out unhurriedly.

He was wearing a loose-fitting, pure white cotton and linen casual outfit.

He lacked the cold, sharp edge he usually had when he was dressed in a suit and tie.

Instead, it exudes a homely, warm atmosphere, as if it had just stepped out of the kitchen.

even.

In his right hand.

He was also casually holding a palm-sized silver boning knife.

There were still bits of pork cartilage and meat scraps stuck to the blade that hadn't been wiped clean.

He looked like an ordinary househusband who was about to debone the ribs but was disturbed by the noise outside the door.

Zhang Kuang looked at Chen Yuan as he walked out.

He paused for a moment, then burst into unrestrained laughter.

"You're Chen Yuan, the one who wields immense power in Jianghai City?"

He looked Chen Yuan up and down, observing his unguarded casual attire and the boning knife in his hand.

The sarcasm in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"Did you pull out a butcher's knife to give me a Peking duck performance, or are you begging me to go easy on you?"

The disciples following behind him also burst into laughter.

Chen Yuan ignored the noisy laughter.

He stopped less than three meters away from Zhang Kuang.

His deep black eyes swept indifferently over the bodyguards lying on the ground.

Finally, his gaze fell on Zhang Kuang's arrogant face.

"You injured my men."

Chen Yuan's tone was as calm as a deep pool that had remained undisturbed for a thousand years.

"Your choice is to kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, or let me cut your tendons."

This sentence.

There was no increase in volume, nor any gritted teeth.

But to Zhang Kuang's arrogant ears, it was more jarring than any provocation.

This is an absolute contempt that treats him as nothing.

This is a blatant trampling on the dignity of the Tai Chi lineage of ancient martial arts inheritors.

"What arrogance!"

Zhang Kuang's smile vanished instantly, and his facial muscles tensed.

A chilling killing intent shot out from his narrow eyes.

"Today I'll cripple those hands you use for cooking, so you'll know what it means to be outmatched!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Kuang's body moved instantly.

He stepped on the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) directions, his movements light and unpredictable.

It's like a leaf fluttering uncertainly in the wind.

But its speed was surprisingly fast.

In the blink of an eye, it was already close to Chen Yuan's face.

His right palm, accompanied by a fierce and domineering whooshing sound, aimed straight for Chen Yuan's throat.

This palm strike.

He used all his hidden strength.

Even a tiny bit of flesh can be shattered instantly by the impact.

The eagle, watching from the side, felt its scalp tingle and instinctively wanted to rush forward to block it.

But Chen Yuan was faster than him.

Faced with Zhang Kuang's thunderous and devastating attack.

Chen Yuan did not retreat an inch.

He didn't raise the boning knife to block it.

He simply raised his free left hand slightly.

The large, well-defined hand seemed to slowly draw a semicircle in mid-air.

The movements are gentle and slow.

It's like an old man doing his morning exercise in the park.

There was no warmth or liveliness about it.

But it was just this light, seemingly insignificant movement.

Just as Zhang's arrogant right palm was about to touch Chen Yuan's throat.

Chen Yuan's palm landed precisely on Zhang Kuang's wrist.

There was no dull, loud thud like the expected collision of flesh and blood.

Zhang Kuang only felt his right palm.

It felt like being plunged into a bottomless vortex.

That hidden force, powerful enough to shatter rocks, struck Chen Yuan's palm the moment it came into contact with him.

Like a clay ox sinking into the sea, it vanished without a trace.

Not only that.

He also felt Chen Yuan's wrist turn slightly.

A spiraling force that was even longer and purer than his hidden strength.

Following his wrist, it burrowed directly into the meridians of his arm.

"Tai Chi's transformative power?!"

His arrogant pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead.

A loud "buzz" went off in my head.

How is that possible!

He practiced diligently for twenty years since childhood before he could barely grasp the basics of internal strength.

The butler in front of me, wielding a kitchen knife, was able to casually use the long-lost ancient Tai Chi technique of a master of neutralizing force.

Before he could recover from the shock and disbelief...

Chen Yuan's left hand had already pulled smoothly.

Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

The hidden force that Chen Yuan neutralized, combined with the spiraling force he himself injected, was...

The two forces merged into one and instantly rebounded back into Zhang Kuang's body.

Zhang Kuang felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest.

His entire right arm was completely out of control.

The Bagua steps underfoot could no longer maintain balance.

Using the momentum of his forward movement, Chen Yuan gently pushed him on the shoulder with his palm.

The movements were fluid and smooth, without the slightest unnecessary hesitation.

"Get lost."

Two words spoken in a low voice.

Accompanied by an irresistible, enormous thrust.

Zhang Kuang's 140-pound body was arrogant.

It instantly lost all gravitational support.

Both feet off the ground.

Like a tattered sack that someone casually tossed aside.

It flew five or six meters through the air.

Zhang Kuang drew an arc in mid-air and then "plop" plunged headfirst into a nearby recycling bin, his legs kicking comically outside.