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

Ye An landed lightly on the arena, his entire demeanor as serene and ethereal as a celestial being descended to earth.

One sentence brought the noise of the entire factory to a standstill for a second.

The host, microphone in hand, mouth agape, had forgotten what he was about to say.

After a brief silence, the audience erupted in even louder laughter.

"Haha, this kid's pretty good at pretending!"

"They'll be beaten to a pulp in a minute!"

Wei Kai and his friends were laughing the loudest. He had already raised his phone, aimed it at the center of the ring, and was ready to record the bloody scene that was about to unfold.

"Take a picture and I'll send it to you guys later. See what happens when someone jinxes you."

Wei Kai said to the people around him, his tone full of satisfaction.

Qin Ruoxue's heart sank to the bottom. Her body felt cold, her hands and feet were icy, and she could only watch in despair.

On the arena, the other protagonist, "Bone Crusher" Zhang Mang, finally recovered from his brief moment of astonishment.

He looked Ye An up and down, his gaze like that of a butcher looking at a beast of burden.

He grinned menacingly, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained yellow from smoking and drinking, and moved closer to Ye An while stretching his thick neck and wrists.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

His joints cracked like popping beans, and with each step he took, the steel-structured arena beneath his feet trembled dully.

"Kid, you've got guts, daring to come up here." Zhang Mang's voice was rough and hoarse.

"Don't rush me, I won't let you die too quickly." He stuck out his tongue and licked his dry, cracked lips. "I'll first smash your limbs, then crush every bone in your body, one by one. I'll let you die while you're screaming in agony. That's a favor to a newbie like you who doesn't know the meaning of death."

After he finished speaking, he stopped arguing.

A fierce and violent aura suddenly exploded from his body. The pressure of a Grandmaster of Internal Energy made some audience members in the front row feel a tightness in their chests and difficulty breathing.

Zhang Mang suddenly pushed off with his feet, his whole body like a cannonball, bringing a gust of wind as he rushed straight towards Ye An.

His large, fan-like hand, with its five fingers spread wide, transformed into sharp claws, and went straight for Ye An's throat!

This claw strike was swift and ruthless, aiming to crush Ye An's throat bone in one blow.

Wei Kai and others in the audience had already started shouting excitedly.

Qin Ruoxue was so frightened that she closed her eyes, unable to bear watching what was about to happen.

However, just as Zhang Mang's claws were about to touch Ye An's neck skin...

The hairs on his entire body stood on end!

An indescribable, primal fear, stemming from a martial artist's instincts, instantly gripped his heart, chilling his blood to the bone.

The young man in front of me still had that lazy demeanor, and his whole being was full of flaws.

In Zhang Mang's spiritual perception, every flaw was bottomless, like an entrance to hell.

He had an incredibly clear feeling that if he moved his hand even an inch further forward, no matter the angle or the move, he would be met with a devastating counterattack.

It wasn't just a simple injury, but a complete and utter death, a total annihilation of both body and soul.

Zhang Mang's movements abruptly stopped less than a foot away from Ye An's neck.

He remained in the ridiculous forward-rushing grabbing posture, but his body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move an inch.

Large beads of cold sweat poured out from his forehead, temples, and back, instantly soaking his clothes.

He wanted to stop and retreat, but found that an invisible aura had already locked him in place.

He could sense that if he dared to move even slightly, even with just a trivial thought, the opponent's thunderous strike would instantly descend.

"What's going on?"

The audience below the ring was completely dumbfounded.

The expected scene of carnage and gore did not occur; instead, this extremely bizarre scene unfolded.

"What the hell?" Wei Kai's smile froze. "Why did Zhang Mang stop? Is he flirting with him?"

"I think it's a cat-and-mouse game," a friend chimed in. "They want to scare him first, let him experience despair, and then kill him. Zhang Mang likes to play like that."

"That makes sense, that kid's probably scared to death."

Ye An stood still, not even lifting his eyelids.

He was speechless.

I was originally thinking of exchanging a few blows with Zhang Mang, making the fight more intense and giving the scene a bit more excitement.

That way, when the betting odds open, the odds will be higher.

If he lets Fang Hongda bet on him to win, he'll probably have enough for the down payment on the land in Longquan Mingdi.

The results of it?

This guy named Zhang Mang has an incredibly sharp martial arts intuition.

Before he could even react, he was so frightened that he couldn't move.

How can they continue acting like this?

How can we make money then?

Time passed by, second by second.

The stalemate in the ring continues.

The audience, who were initially puzzled, gradually grew impatient.

"Go ahead and fight! What are you doing?!"

"Zhang Mang! Are you fucking constipated? If you're too scared to fight, then get down here!"

"Is this a performance? Geneva, refund! Refund!"

The noise and shouting filled the air, turning the entire venue into chaos.

Qin Ruoxue slowly opened her eyes.

When she saw what was happening on the ring, she was completely stunned.

She didn't understand martial arts, but she saw things very clearly.

Zhang Mang, who had been so fierce just moments before, was now standing motionless in front of Ye An in a comical pose, his forehead covered in sweat.

Ye An, however, remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

Is it...

An absurd thought arose in Qin Ruoxue's mind.

Could it be that Ye An really has some hidden trump card?

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she put it down.

Impossible. He's just a poor boy from the mountains. He might have some skills, but how could he possibly...?

At the other end of the industrial park, on the second floor of an abandoned factory building.

The black-robed elder from Medicine King Valley, whose expression had been relatively calm, now looked extremely solemn.

He stared intently at the ring, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

"Something's not right..." he muttered to himself, "This Zhang Mang isn't acting... he really doesn't dare to move!"

"What kind of mysterious Taoist technique is this? I can't figure it out..."

Chen Zhewen, who was standing next to him, also noticed something was wrong. The resentment and gloating on his face were gradually replaced by a deep sense of surprise and doubt.

He knew Zhang Mang's strength and ruthlessness better than anyone else. If they were to spar, he would definitely be better than Zhang Mang, but on the deathmatch stage, the outcome was uncertain.

What kind of strength does Ye An possess that could frighten Zhang Mang like this?

Just as the commotion and shouting reached their peak...

A hoarse voice with a heavy Southeast Asian accent suddenly rang out from another direction.

"So indecisive! Are all Chinese martial artists this kind of slackers?"

That hoarse voice was like a stone thrown into a boiling oil pot.

This instantly added an unusual sense of stagnation to the already chaotic scene.

Before the words were even finished, a sturdy figure suddenly leaped up from the audience seats on the other side. He used the back of his seat as leverage to clear several meters and landed heavily on the ring.

The person who came was none other than Chaiya Anan.

He didn't even glance at Ye An, and his body didn't pause for a second when he landed.

With his muscles bulging, from behind he looked like a black panther pouncing on its prey, heading straight for Zhang Mang, who was still frozen in place.

Zhang Mang was already locked in place by Ye An's aura and unable to move, so he used all his energy to fight against the fear that came from the depths of his soul.

At that moment, he felt the undisguised, pure killing intent coming from behind him.

On one side is a bottomless cliff, and on the other side is a roaring tiger.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything at that moment.

Zhang Mang's full potential was instantly unleashed. He roared, a sound that was not human.

He forcefully broke free from the invisible restraints, his body suddenly turning around, his proud "Bone-Crushing Hands," imbued with all his life's power, facing the attacker from behind.

"Bone-Crushing Hand" versus "Black Python Fist"!

The two forces collided violently in mid-air, producing a muffled, loud bang.

A look of horror flashed across Zhang Mang's face.

His strength, powerful enough to split rocks and shatter monuments, was as fragile as paper in the face of his opponent's more refined and violent fist force.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking, ten times louder and more terrifying than when Wei Qiang's arm broke, echoed throughout the entire factory.

Zhang Mang's arms, from his palms to his shoulders, were broken inch by inch, twisted in a bizarre way, with bone fragments even piercing through his skin, leaving him a bloody mess.

This is not over yet.

Chaiya Anan's second punch followed closely, landing heavily on his chest.

Zhang Mang's chest visibly caved in.

He opened his mouth wide and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, as if it were free. His body flew backward as if he had been hit by a speeding truck.

It slammed heavily onto the barbed wire fence in the distance, then slid softly to the ground and remained motionless.

He died on the spot.

The entire factory fell into absolute silence.

Everyone was so shocked by this sudden and unexpected turn of events that their minds went blank.

Just a moment ago, Zhang Mang, the "Bone Crusher" who was so arrogant and had everyone betting on him, is now... dead?

They died so quickly and so tragically.

"Clatter".

A soft sound.

Wei Kai's phone fell to the ground, and the screen shattered.

The schadenfreude on his face had vanished, replaced by the same blank stare and fear as everyone around him.

"Dead! Someone's dead!"

Qin Ruoxue's face turned deathly pale, her body trembled slightly, and she instinctively covered her mouth as her stomach churned.

Chaiya Anan slowly walked to Zhang Mang's corpse and stepped on it.

His cold gaze slowly swept across the entire room, finally landing on the direction of the Medicine King Valley elder and Chen Zhewen on the second floor.

He spoke in broken Chinese, enunciating each word clearly: "utterly pathetic! This is what you call a Grandmaster of Internal Energy?"

With a wave of his hand, the microphone for the host appeared in his hand, and his heavily accented voice was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the speakers.

"Your Chinese martial arts, what kind of bullshit martial ethics do you talk about? It's nothing but an excuse for the weak!"

"Medicine King Valley, possessing a treasure trove yet unaware of its own power, is utterly unworthy of its position! This secret medicine should belong to a true strongman!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

If killing Zhang Mang just now was a provocation, then this is a blatant declaration of war!

Ji Ting, watching from below the stage, was overjoyed. He glared venomously at Ye An on the other side of the stage, as if he could already see Ye An being tortured to death by Anan in the same way.

"You little bastard, if you'd known this would happen, would you have dared to embarrass Master Ji back then? Hahahaha!"

The black-robed elder from Medicine King Valley on the second floor had a livid face, and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

All the Chinese martial artists and wealthy merchants present showed uncontrollable humiliation and anger on their faces.

"This is outrageous!"

Chen Zhewen could no longer hold back.

Compared to his personal grudge against Ye An, this blatant humiliation of the entire Chinese martial arts world and Medicine King Valley was something he absolutely could not tolerate.

He leaped off the second-floor railing and landed steadily on the ring.

"I'll take you on!" Chen Zhewen's voice was icy.

Chaiya Anan looked at him, a cruel smile curving his lips: "Another one coming to die."

Without exchanging any unnecessary words, the two immediately engaged in battle.

Chen Zhewen truly lives up to his reputation as a genius carefully nurtured by Medicine King Valley; his cultivation has already reached the pinnacle of the Transformation Realm.

Every move he made carried the weight and subtlety of orthodox esoteric martial arts, and he actually fought Chaiya Anan to a standstill, with neither side gaining the upper hand for a time.

The audience below the stage felt a glimmer of hope rekindled.

"Kill him! Kill this foreigner!"

"Go Chen Zhenchuan!"

However, Ye An's eyes gleamed with golden light as he stared at Anan for a long time before shaking his head slightly.

Chen Zhewen is going to lose.

Sure enough, just as Chen Zhewen forced Anan back with a palm strike and was preparing to press his advantage, a strange smile appeared on Anan's face.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A chilling sound of bones grinding together came from Anan's body.

His skin began to turn an abnormal dark red, and thick, dark blue veins, as thick as little fingers, bulged and writhed on his body.

His face gradually became distorted, and hideous lines crept up between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Huff... huff..."

Anan's breathing became heavy and labored, his breath carrying a scorching heat.

His body was expanding at a visible rate, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed from a sturdy man into a monster nearly two meters tall with bulging muscles all over his body.

The black-robed elder on the second floor narrowed his eyes, seeing that things were taking a turn for the worse, and hurriedly shouted, "Zhewen, retreat!"

Chen Zhewen's expression changed drastically. He felt an unprecedented danger and wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

After transforming, Anan's speed and strength increased by more than one level.

He threw a punch, and Chen Zhewen hurriedly raised his arm to block it.

"Bang!"

Chen Zhewen was sent flying backward, even further than Zhang Mang had been, and crashed heavily into the factory wall, leaving a dent in it.

Then he slowly fell to the ground, covered in blood, his fate unknown.

"How could this be... even Chen Zhenchuan was defeated?!"

"A monster...who can stop him?"

"Who else?"

"Chaiya Anan asked in his hoarse voice, looking around the room."

The huge factory was completely silent.

The crowd that had been cheering them on earlier were now too afraid to even breathe.

Hope is utterly crushed in the face of absolute power.

After finishing speaking, Caiya Anan slowly shifted his gaze away from the direction of Medicine King Valley.

Finally, the spot landed on Ye An, who had been calmly watching everything from the other end of the ring.

He deliberately left this so-called 'sorcerer' until the very end.

Chaiya Anan grinned cruelly, raised his hand, and pointed at Ye An.

"Now, it's your turn."