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

The dull thud was accompanied by the cracking sound of the plastic bucket being overturned.

It spread across the empty fountain square.

The blue recycling bin was overwhelmed and cracked open in the middle.

Hundreds of empty mineral water bottles and waste paper were scattered all over the ground.

Zhang Kuang was wearing a spotless, moon-white silk training uniform.

It was now covered with sticky, brownish fruit juice residue.

A few withered, yellowed vegetable leaves, unfortunately, stuck to his proud slicked-back hair.

The once arrogant and domineering Tai Chi master.

It's like a scallion that's been carelessly stuck upside down in the soil.

It frantically thrashed its legs in the garbage heap.

The air in the room froze instantly, as if frozen in time.

Those ancient martial arts disciples who originally stood with their arms crossed, waiting to see Chen Yuan make a fool of himself.

A sneer and smugness on his face.

It looks like it's been sanded down hard with sandpaper, stiff and peeling.

Everyone's eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of their sockets.

His mouth was so wide open that an adult's fist could fit inside.

Their breathing stopped.

My mind went completely blank.

The eldest brother lost?

That martial arts prodigy, hailed as a once-in-a-century talent since childhood, who developed internal strength by the age of twenty-five.

I didn't even touch the hem of their clothes.

He was attacked by a young man dressed in casual clothes who was holding a butcher knife.

Use the most basic and unassuming Tai Chi single push hands.

Was it tossed into the trash can as easily as throwing away a bag of garbage?

How is that possible!

The eagle stood at the edge of the gate, clutching its aching and numb left shoulder.

Looking at this scene.

The muscles on that scarred face twitched uncontrollably twice.

An undisguised fervor and awe shone from the depths of his eyes.

He knew that Mr. Chen was an invincible god on the dark web.

But he always believed that Mr. Chen relied on unfathomable hacking skills and massive capital operations.

Today, he truly witnessed it.

What is a humanoid weapon?

That ultimate control over power, that martial arts realm of transforming the tangible into the intangible.

Let alone this young punk.

Even if all those devilish instructors from his mercenary camp were tied together.

It's not even enough for Mr. Chen to hit with one hand!

"Ugh...cough cough cough!"

A violent retching sound broke the deathly silence of the entire room.

Zhang Kuang finally relied on his years of martial arts training to achieve his goal.

He struggled to climb out of that broken trash can.

He braced his hands on the floor tiles.

He was panting heavily, his chest heaving like a broken bellows.

That originally delicate face was now flushed red.

The veins on his forehead bulged out like gnarled tree roots.

Rotten vegetable leaves were stuck to its head, emitting a nauseating sour smell.

humiliation.

A profound sense of humiliation, like being stripped naked and paraded through the streets in public.

It was like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely burning his internal organs.

From childhood to adulthood, he was the pride of his family, pampered and cherished by his elders.

Wherever she goes, she is sought after.

Today, it happened in the field I'm most proud of.

An outsider, using his most proficient Tai Chi, in front of all his fellow disciples.

Rub it in the garbage dump!

This anger is a million times worse than killing him!

"You...you dare to ambush me!"

Zhang Kuang suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, almost dripping blood.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out those words through the gaps between them.

His body was trembling uncontrollably from anger.

"If I hadn't been careless and caught off guard..."

"How could an ordinary person like you, who doesn't even have internal energy, possibly break through my hidden force!"

It has come to this point.

His pitiful pride still prevented him from admitting that he was inferior to others.

They could only use the most feeble and weak excuses to cover up their extreme panic.

He suddenly stood up from the ground.

Slightly lower your legs and quickly draw circles with your hands in front of your chest.

They assumed the starting stance of the thirteen forms of Tai Chi.

"Again!"

"Today it's either you die or I live!"

He roared, and the silk training clothes on his body fluttered loudly as his energy surged.

With a desperate, mad urge, they were about to charge at Chen Yuan once again.

Chen Yuan stood still.

His deep, cold black eyes showed not a trace of anger at the arrogant rogue's audacity.

She just watched him quietly.

That look in his eyes.

It's like watching a grasshopper making its last futile struggle on a scorching hot iron plate.

There was no temperature, and no human emotion whatsoever.

He didn't even raise his left hand again.

Instead, he slightly raised his right hand, which had been hanging by his side.

The hand holding the silver boning knife.

The fingers are well-defined, long, and strong.

The sunlight refracted a blinding white light on the sharp blade.

Chen Yuan casually flipped his wrist outward.

Hold the knife handle with your thumb and forefinger and give it a gentle shake.

Whoosh-!

A sharp, piercing sound, loud enough to shatter eardrums, exploded through the air.

That boning knife was only the size of a palm.

It transformed into a streak of silver lightning.

At a terrifying speed that is impossible for the naked eye to perceive.

It shot straight at Zhang Kuang, who was charging forward.

His arrogant pupils instantly contracted to their limit.

His intuition, honed through years of martial arts training, issued the strongest death warning at this moment.

But he didn't have time to make any dodging movements.

They didn't even have time to blink.

The silver light was already close to his face.

"laugh!"

A soft sound, like a sharp blade cutting through the air.

The boning knife grazed Zhang Kuang's scalp, passing right up to the top of his head.

A few strands of short, black hair, cut off, drifted slowly down in mid-air.

Followed by.

"Zheng—!"

A crisp, high-pitched metallic clang rang out behind Zhang Kuang.

That small boning knife.

It actually pierced straight into the solid stone pillar carved from a single piece of white marble, three meters behind Zhang Kuang.

The blade was completely embedded in the stone pillar.

Only the hilt remained outside, vibrating violently and at a high frequency in the air due to its immense kinetic energy.

It emitted a buzzing sound similar to a dragon's roar.

That sound.

It was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of every ancient martial arts disciple present.

His arrogant, forward-rushing steps froze abruptly in place.

He maintained the starting posture of Tai Chi.

I dared not move an inch.

A cool sensation came from above my head.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, sticking to his skin in a sticky, icy sweat.

Large bumps rolled down her forehead.

He slowly turned his head around.

Looking at the boning knife that was embedded all the way into the white marble pillar.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously as he swallowed a large mouthful of dry saliva.

My legs felt as limp as two cooked noodles.

in case.

If that knife had been tilted a few centimeters downwards...

What's now nailed to the stone pillar isn't the hilt of a knife, but his skull.

What terrifying wrist strength and precision!

Using an ordinary knife as an armor-piercing bullet.

Is this even human?!

"Senior Brother..."

The disciples were terrified, their faces pale and their voices trembling like leaves.

No one dared to take another step forward.

Chen Yuan lowered his right hand.

He didn't even glance at Zhang Kuang's pale, paper-white face.

He turned around.

They walked steadily toward the manor gate.

There was also a pot of nourishing soup simmering in the kitchen, prepared for Wanzhou.

It's almost done.

He didn't have time to waste his energy on this boring person.

Chen Yuan didn't even glance at him, turning around and walking back: "What fancy ancient martial arts? They can't even compare to the wrist strength I have when cutting a cow bone."