I'm invincible once I descend the mountain; the beautiful CEO is forcing me to get our marriage

In the afternoon, the open-air martial arts arena in the Jiang family manor was already full of people.

Representatives from well-known martial arts families and sects in Shanghai and several surrounding provinces were sent over, making it quite a large event.

The members of the three branches of the Jiang family sat at separate tables.

Jiang Tianxiong and Jiang Hao, from the eldest branch of the family, both had smiles on their faces and seemed to be in a good mood.

Jiang Tianhe and Jiang Rui from the third branch of the family looked like they were ready to watch a good show.

Only Jiang Tianhai sat alone in the second-in-command's seat, his face ashen.

The seat next to him was empty; his troublesome daughter, Jiang Yu'er, was nowhere to be seen.

The guests were not talking loudly, but there were occasional murmurs.

"Have you heard? The eldest branch of the Jiang family has invited Wang Zhengkun from the Northern Bajiquan School, known as the 'Little Martial God.' His Bajiquan skills are unparalleled; he's a true master!"

"The Mr. Chen invited by the third branch is even more mysterious. Some people say that he is an elder of the Qinglian Sect among the 'One Temple, Two Religions, Three Schools and Four Families' in Wudong Province, and his strength is unfathomable."

"What about the second branch? Wasn't it said that the eldest daughter of the second branch had found some secret weapon to change the landscape of the Jiang family's third branch in one fell swoop? Where is she?"

"I don't know, but judging from Second Master Jiang's expression, it's probably not looking good. This year's annual meeting is going to be quite a show."

These words were neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to reach the ears of the Jiang family.

Jiang Tianxiong glanced smugly at Jiang Tianhai, whose face was grim, and gave Wang Zhengkun behind him a wink.

Wang Zhengkun understood immediately.

With a light tap of his foot, he leaped from his seat, like an eagle, and landed steadily in the center of the huge arena, more than ten meters away.

The stone floor of the arena emitted a muffled thud and trembled slightly.

He stood there without saying a word, unleashing his full aura as a Celestial Warrior, his gaze fixed directly on Ye An's seat.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Wang Zhengkun then spoke, his voice booming like thunder, echoing throughout the entire martial arts arena:

"Hey kid who calls himself a miracle doctor, didn't you say you wanted to take on two people at once? Get up here! Let me see what real skills you have besides your empty talk!"

These words were quite blunt, and the conflict was laid bare in the open.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Hao immediately stood up and deliberately laughed loudly, his voice particularly grating:

"What's wrong? Did the expert my sister Yu'er invited get scared by Master Wang's imposing manner? Or do you think Master Wang alone isn't enough for you, and you insist on waiting for Mr. Chen to join in before you'll make a move?"

A burst of laughter immediately erupted around them.

Jiang Tianhai closed his eyes in despair.

He felt that he, as the second wife, had completely lost face today.

Amidst the stares and jeers of the entire audience, Ye An stood up.

He didn't look at anyone, and just walked towards the ring step by step, at a leisurely pace.

His steps were steady and composed, completely out of place with the tense and noisy atmosphere around him.

When Wang Zhengkun saw Ye An go on stage, he crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and adopted an arrogant posture.

"Wang Zhengkun of the Bajiquan lineage. Boy, state your name. I, Wang, do not kill nameless nobodies with my fists."

Ye An stopped, his gaze sweeping over Wang Zhengkun indifferently, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

"A mere late-stage Celestial Being is not worthy to fight me."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

"Did I hear that right? This kid the second wife brought in is so arrogant? He said Wang Zhengkun isn't worthy to fight him?"

"Heh, youthful arrogance. I've seen plenty of people like that, and none of them survive to the next day!"

Wang Zhengkun responded with an "Oh," and instead of getting angry, he laughed: "Then I wonder, what kind of person is qualified to fight you?"

"At the very least, they should be at the Celestial Perfection level or the Martial God Realm," Ye An said calmly.

True masters are rare to find, and the Divine Realm is more like a legend in most martial arts circles, something to be admired.

"Perfect Heaven and Man? Martial God Realm?"

Among the spectators, a middle-aged man's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He couldn't help but stand up and shout:

"Kid, do you know who these two are? They're Martial Arts Celestials, founders of their own sects, ordinary people might never see one in their entire lives!"

"The Martial God Realm is a legendary realm. Geniuses are common in the martial arts world, but those at the God Realm are rare! You're saying only these two types of people are worthy of fighting you?"

"Not bad," Ye An said calmly.

Jiang Tianhai and the others felt a tremor in their hearts.

Arrogant, so incredibly arrogant!

Jiang Hao and Jiang Rui exchanged a glance, both seeing the look of disbelief in each other's eyes.

As scions of wealthy families, they were born with silver spoons in their mouths and have always been arrogant and superior.

But this was the first time they had ever met someone who could act even better and dared to act even better than them!

"I'd like to see how you're going to clean up this mess," Jiang Hao said, narrowing his eyes as he sat down.

Jiang Tianxiong shook his head and sighed as he looked at Jiang Xiaotian, who was in the main seat:

"Father, I originally thought that the divine doctor that Yu'er found was some kind of peerless figure, but I didn't expect him to be just an arrogant junior."

"The deeper one goes in the practice of martial arts, the more one should maintain reverence for the existence of celestial beings. Everyone in the circle knows how terrifying celestial beings are."

"He doesn't even respect martial arts masters; how can someone like that have any genuine passion for martial arts?"

Jiang Xiaotian remained noncommittal, his eyes fixed on Ye An on the arena.

Chapter 104

"You arrogant brat!"

Wang Zhengkun let out a loud shout, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet cracked open with several fissures.

He was utterly enraged.

Without uttering another word, he lowered his body and then suddenly charged forward like a tiger leaping out of the forest, unleashing a powerful and unparalleled Bajiquan move, "Tiger Climbing the Mountain," aimed straight at Ye An's face.

Before the fist arrives, the wind from it blows first, whistling loudly.

The guests who were close to the audience even felt their faces sting from the wind.

"That was a really hard punch!"

In the stands, someone gasped in disbelief.

Those present were all martial arts practitioners, and their eyesight was excellent. The power of this punch had exceeded the comprehension of most of them.

"Is this the strength of the 'Little Martial God' of the North? He's too strong..."

"That punch, let alone a person, would shatter even a millstone-sized rock on the spot, right?"

"A Grandmaster of Internal Energy cannot withstand this. Absolutely not! Only a true Celestial Being could probably withstand it head-on!"

Amid the discussions, everyone subconsciously put themselves in Ye An's shoes and came to a chilling conclusion—death was inevitable.

A cruel smile had already appeared on Jiang Hao's face. He could almost see Ye An's head exploding like a watermelon.

Jiang Tianxiong stroked his beard, feeling relieved. Master Wang had indeed not disappointed him.

Jiang Tianhai jumped up from his chair, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, but he couldn't make a sound.

It’s over.

Only those two words remained in his mind.

On the stage, Wang Zhengkun's eyes were full of confidence and the coldness of a strong person.

Bajiquan is known for its unparalleled strength and power, making it the most lethal martial art.

He was in his prime, his energy and blood were as vigorous as a furnace, and this punch was a full display of his strength.

He was confident that unless faced with a legendary martial arts master, no one could withstand his attack.

But the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Because that kid named Ye An, facing a punch powerful enough to split rocks, didn't dodge or evade, he just stood there quietly, without even blinking.

Could it be... that he was scared out of his wits?

It's like...waiting to die.

In a flash, Wang Zhengkun, a renowned master, had a thought.

Killing a guest invited by the second branch of the Jiang family on Jiang's territory in front of so many people would ultimately be a troublesome matter.

"ha!"

A muffled shout.

Just as his fist was about to strike Ye An's face, Wang Zhengkun, with his powerful control, shifted his wrist slightly, deflecting the punch by three points, avoiding Ye An's head, and instead slamming it heavily onto his left shoulder.

"Thump!"

A loud bang.

The sound was not like the dull thud of a fist hitting flesh; rather, it was like a huge iron hammer slamming into an ancient bronze bell.

Dull, lingering, and trembling.

An invisible wave of sound suddenly spread outwards from the two of them.

Guests nearby covered their ears, their faces contorted in pain, and retreated hastily. Those with weaker skills were even more shaken, their blood churning and their vision blurring.

The entire arena was shrouded in dust, obscuring the view of what was happening inside.

"Holy crap, what's going on?"

"Is it over? Who won?"

"That kid...did he get punched into mincemeat by Master Wang?"

Everyone craned their necks, eager to know the result.

Jiang Hao stood up excitedly, his face beaming with undisguised excitement.

Only Jiang Xiaotian, sitting in the main seat, stared intently into the smoke and dust with his turbid eyes. His expression was first solemn, then turned to horror.

Finally, as if he had seen something completely incomprehensible, he murmured in a terrified voice:

"This... is impossible..."

"Father? What's wrong?" Jiang Tianxiong asked immediately upon seeing this.

Jiang Xiaotian did not answer; his lips trembled slightly, and he remained silent.

At this moment, the smoke and dust on the platform finally dissipated slowly, revealing the scene inside.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Ye An remained standing in the same spot, not even moving an inch.

Wang Zhengkun, still in his punching stance, landed squarely on Ye An's left shoulder with a fist powerful enough to shatter a millstone.

Ye An's body remained completely still.

The clothes on his shoulders weren't even wrinkled.

In contrast, Wang Zhengkun's forehead veins bulged, his entire arm trembled unnaturally, and his face turned from red to white, as if he had used up all his strength.

"How...how is this possible?"