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

Qian Duoduo is the strongest in physical skills among the three, and his unparalleled martial arts skills have made him invincible throughout Jiangcheng.

That punch just now could have pierced through a concrete wall, let alone flesh and blood.

As a result, it was easily caught by someone with one hand.

He didn't even move his feet an inch.

"This kid... there's something fishy about him." Li Gui's voice tightened.

Zhao Wuji did not answer.

He slowly raised his hands, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his calloused forearms.

"Young man, you are no ordinary person."

Zhao Wuji spoke slowly as he walked towards Ye An, his aura growing stronger with each step.

The air in the entire living room became heavy.

"I have practiced martial arts for fifty-three years and reached the Great Perfection of Internal Strength twenty years ago, only half a step away from the Transcendent Realm. You are the first person in recent years who has made me personally take action."

Ye An tilted her head slightly: "So what?"

"So you can die with some dignity."

The moment Zhao Wuji finished speaking, he had already moved.

His speed was a level faster than Qian Duoduo's. His figure almost turned into a gray afterimage, closing in on Ye An within three steps. His withered hand transformed into an eagle claw, aiming straight for Ye An's throat.

The wind was biting, carrying a chilling force that made one's scalp tingle.

At the same time, the imposter also made his move.

His movements were unpredictable, his footsteps completely silent. He circled around to Ye An's back from the side, his palms striking towards the back of Ye An's head like snakes flicking their tongues.

They attacked from both sides, their coordination seamless.

Su Wanqing exclaimed in surprise and subconsciously reached out to pull Ye An.

However, before her hand could even touch Ye An's clothes, the battle was already over.

Ye An took a deep breath, and after taking the breath, his lips parted slightly.

A beam of light, shimmering with a pale white hue, shot out from his mouth. It was formless and intangible, yet possessed a chilling sharpness.

The light swept across the entire living room.

Sizzle!!

Without any warning, the heavy mahogany table that lay across the center of the living room snapped in two.

The cut surface is as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut by the most precise laser.

The handmade Persian carpet laid on the ground was also torn in the middle, with a neat tear several meters long, and the two sides rolled up.

On the floor, a mark over ten feet long was deeply embedded in the marble, as straight as a foot.

Zhao Wuji's eagle claw stopped less than three inches from Ye An's throat.

Li Gui's palms hovered beside the back of Ye An's head.

The two of them froze simultaneously.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I'm afraid to move.

As the white light flashed past, Zhao Wuji clearly felt death brush past his neck.

If that light had shifted even a centimeter, he would have lost his head.

The living room was eerily quiet.

Su Wanqing stood there, her mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

If Qian Duoduo's fighting ability was still within her imagination, nothing more than being stronger and faster, then Ye An's move completely exceeded her comprehension.

With a single breath, he cleaved a half-ton mahogany table and the carpet covering the living room in two.

Is this the method of cultivators?

"Holy crap..." Qian Duoduo clutched her broken wrist, her voice trembling, "What... what kind of divine intervention is this..."

His face was filled with absurdity and fear, and the fat flesh on his face twitched.

Zhao Wuji slowly withdrew his hand and took two steps back.

He stared intently at the long mark on the ground, his breathing becoming rapid.

After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a few words.

"This is... a Grandmaster of Transformation Realm..."

His voice was dry, trembling without him even realizing it.

"A Grandmaster of Transformation Realm can kill someone from ten zhang away, possessing the power of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist. I always thought it was just a legend, something that lived in ancient books." Zhao Wuji shook his head, as if talking in his sleep, "I never expected... to see it with my own eyes today."

His heart was utterly shaken. He had thought he had overestimated Ye An, but he never expected that this young man was actually a reclusive martial arts master.

Of the five people present, perhaps only Ye An truly understood the implications of his move.

Those who can achieve what Ye An has already become grandmasters and top-tier figures in the martial arts world, and are extremely rare in China.

He practiced martial arts his whole life, but even after exhausting all his energy, he still couldn't reach the threshold of the ultimate realm.

The young man in front of them, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, casually displayed the skills that only a Grandmaster of Internal Energy could possess.

Li Gui had silently retreated to the side of the French windows, his body tense, ready to break through the window and escape at any moment.

Ye An turned around and his gaze fell on Zhao Wuji.

"It's your turn."

Three words, spoken in a flat tone.

Zhao Wuji's body swayed slightly.

He had practiced martial arts for half a century and witnessed countless life-or-death situations, but never before had he felt such a deep-seated fear of a junior as he did now.

"Senior." Zhao Wuji suddenly bent down and bowed deeply to Ye Anshen.

"What?" Qian Duoduo and Li Gui were both stunned.

Zhao Wuji straightened up, faced Ye An, and spoke with a tone far more respectful than before: "This old man was blind and did not know that you had reached the pinnacle of your skill. The three of us have offended you so much that we deserve to die ten thousand times over."

Ye An didn't reply, but instead looked at Zhao Wuji with great interest.

Ye An's innate level of perception allowed him to easily detect the energy circulating within Zhao Wuji's body.

interesting.

There was indeed a mass of what appeared to be true essence in Zhao Wuji's dantian, which was slowly circulating along several fixed meridian routes.

But that thing... was too weak.

It was extremely crudely refined, and was hundreds or thousands of times weaker than the true essence of a true cultivator.

The methods he used were extremely primitive, following only a few simple pathways, far inferior to proper cultivation techniques.

With this level of "true essence," let alone casting spells, one probably couldn't even draw a basic talisman.

Ye An grew up reading various martial arts novels on the mountain, so he was naturally familiar with concepts such as martial arts and internal energy.

But after he embarked on the path of cultivation, he would occasionally ponder a question—what exactly is the relationship between the so-called internal strength and transformation strength in the ancient martial arts circle and the true essence and magic power of cultivators?

Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, the answer is clear.

Ancient martial arts are simply a severely weakened version of cultivation techniques for immortality.

Or perhaps, fragments of certain cultivation techniques were lost to the common people, who then practiced only a rudimentary version of them without proper instruction.

Cultivators' true essence can be used to fly on swords and move mountains and fill seas.

These so-called martial artists who have mastered internal strength are at best equivalent to mid-stage cultivators of the acquired realm.

Ye An was initially curious, thinking that ancient martial artists in this world might have some unique skills.

Now it seems...

It really was just as he said.

Stray dogs on the roadside.

"You just said you would die without regrets," Ye An said.

Zhao Wuji's heart tightened.

"Then I'll grant your wish."

Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically: "Senior, spare my life!"