From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Zhuo Chongshan raised his ebony staff and held it horizontally in front of Zhuo Zheng.

"stop!"

The moment the tip of the staff touched the ground, Lu Yunzhou had already moved.

He gripped Zhuo Zheng's collar with his five fingers, placed his palm on the other's chest, and channeled his inner energy into his body through the base of his palm.

Zhuo Zheng's fist stopped in mid-air, the contempt on his face had not yet faded, and the energy in his chest had been shattered.

click!

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and Zhuo Zheng's body went limp.

Lu Yunzhou released his grip, and Zhuo Zheng slammed onto the floor tiles, blood gushing from his mouth. His legs twitched a few times, and then he fell silent.

Zhuo Chongshan stood there, stunned, his hand holding the ebony cane trembling.

"Zheng'er!"

He rushed to Zhuo Zheng's side and reached out to check his grandson's breath.

The skin that my fingertips touched had already lost its warmth.

Zhuo Zheng is his only grandson and the future successor of the Martial Arts Association.

In order to raise this grandson, he hired famous teachers, seized medicinal herbs, and even shielded Zhuo Zheng from assassination attempts by his enemies.

Now, Zhuo Zheng lies at his feet, without leaving a single last word.

Zhuo Chongshan raised his head, his face wrinkled together.

"You killed my grandson?"

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the hall could hear him clearly.

Lu Yunzhou flicked the blood off his hands and said bluntly, "He came to kill me, I'll send him on his way."

Huo Lie stopped holding the teacup.

Su Yun stood to the side, her purse pressed against the table, her knuckles gradually tightening.

She had witnessed many conflicts and seen Huo Lie deal with traitors, but Lu Yunzhou's actions when killing were too swift, without even a few extra words.

Zhuo Chongshan stood up, leaning on his ebony cane.

Eighth-grade internal energy burst forth from his body, and the teacup on the ground shattered at the same time.

The glass by the wall made a series of crisp sounds, and the lampshade overhead cracked in several places, with shards falling to the ground.

The gang members behind Huo Lie all retreated.

Someone knocked over a chair, and someone reached for the pistol at their waist.

But as soon as they took two steps back, their legs were pressed down by that oppressive force, and their faces turned ugly.

Huo Lie put down his teacup and ordered in a deep voice, "Everyone, retreat to the wall."

He himself took three steps back, his shoulder and back slamming into the stone pillar.

An eighth-rank martial artist's attack is beyond what an ordinary martial artist can withstand.

Even just standing next to it makes my chest feel heavy and suffocated.

Zhuo Chongshan stared at Lu Yunzhou, his ebony staff cracking slightly as he squeezed it.

"Kneel down and admit your mistake, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Lu Yunzhou raised his hand and wiped the tea off his lips.

"Your grandson is dead, and you're going to die with him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the paving stones at the foot of Zhuo Chongshan cracked.

He took a step forward and rushed to Lu Yunzhou's side.

He raised his right palm, his five fingers joined together, and gathered his inner energy in his palm, bringing a heavy pressure as it fell towards Lu Yunzhou's chest.

Lu Yunzhou did not back down.

The "Creation Technique" circulates along the seven orifices, allowing true qi to flow into the waist and abdomen.

He stepped half a step to the side, his shoulder close to Zhuo Chongshan's arm, and punched out from under his ribs with his right fist.

Zhuo Chongshan changed his palm into an elbow, forcefully blocking the punch.

boom!

The two forces collided.

The tables and chairs in the hall were all overturned by the gust of wind, the paintings on the wall fell down, and the wooden frames smashed on the ground.

Huo Lie raised his arm to protect Su Yun, and then slid two steps forward.

The floor tiles beneath Lu Yunzhou's feet shattered into several pieces.

Zhuo Chongshan also took a half step back.

He glanced down at his arm; the cuff had been torn open by the force of the punch, leaving a red mark on his skin.

Zhuo Chongshan's expression changed.

A young man in his twenties took the full force of an eighth-rank palm strike head-on, yet his body did not fall down.

Lu Yunzhou shook his fist, his chest heaving with qi and blood.

He forced the surge of internal energy back into his meridians and looked up at Zhuo Chongshan.

"An eighth-rank official, and that's all the strength he's got?"

Zhuo Chongshan clenched his teeth, stomped on the floor tiles with his right foot, and pushed out with both palms at the same time.

The palm strike knocked the tables and chairs aside, and the carpet on the floor was swept into the air.

Lu Yunzhou raised his arm to block, his body slid backward, and his back hit the door frame of the hall.

The door frame dented on the spot.

Zhuo Chongshan caught up and struck Lu Yunzhou's shoulder, chest, and abdomen repeatedly with palm strikes.

Each palm strike carried a powerful aura, and the surrounding walls were cracked by the force of the palm strikes.

Lu Yunzhou raised his elbow to block the first two palms, and the third palm landed on his arm.

A sharp pain shot through my arm.

He used the momentum to turn around and swept his heel towards Zhuo Chongshan's knee.

Zhuo Chongshan raised his leg to dodge, but the ebony staff came crashing down from the side.

Lu Yunzhou raised his hand and grabbed the staff.

The two men pressed their weight onto the ebony staff simultaneously, causing it to creak.

Zhuo Chongshan suddenly released his grip, and his right palm struck Lu Yunzhou's face against the staff.

Lu Yunzhou turned his head to the side, the palm wind grazed his ear, and a palm print was left on the wooden door behind him.

He grabbed Zhuo Chongshan's wrist, shoved his shoulder forward, forcing the other man back half a step, and then raised his knee to strike his abdomen.

Zhuo Chongshan used his internal energy to protect his abdomen, which blocked his knees.

Taking advantage of the pause, Lu Yunzhou grabbed a wooden chair next to him and smashed it.

Zhuo Chongshan slammed his palm down, shattering the wooden chair and sending pieces of wood flying everywhere.

Lu Yunzhou had already rushed in front of him, grabbed his collar with his five fingers, and with a burst of strength from his waist, threw him directly out of the hall.

Zhuo Chongshan flipped in mid-air and landed, his shoes scraping the steps before stopping on the lawn outside the door.

He looked up at Lu Yunzhou, his clothes were torn open at the chest, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

Huo Lie straightened up, leaning against a stone pillar, and shouted towards the door, "Mr. Lu, there's plenty of space outside, don't tear down my house!"

Lu Yunzhou didn't turn around, but simply raised his hand, tore off his tattered coat, and threw it aside.

"President Zhuo, come out and fight!"

Zhuo Chongshan pulled the ebony staff from the ground, his anger overpowering his injuries, and charged forward once more.

The two of them swept across the steps one after the other and landed on the lawn outside the villa.

The surrounding grass was flattened by the airflow, and the soil was turned up from underfoot.

Zhuo Chongshan clasped his hands together, his body's energy gathering into a ball, and his clothes were lifted by the energy flow.

He raised his right palm, facing Lu Yunzhou, the veins on his arm bulging.

"This slap will send you down to see Zheng'er!"

Lu Yunzhou stood in the center of the lawn, his shoulders lowered, and his breathing gradually became lighter.

The "Turtle Breathing Method" involves controlling one's breath.

Zhuo Chongshan could not sense the flow of his true energy, and his steps paused briefly.

Right now.

Lu Yunzhou rushed out along the edge of the palm strike, lowering his body to avoid a direct impact.

His left fist struck Zhuo Chongshan's ribs first, followed by his right elbow striking his chest.

The first strike shattered the protective aura around the body.

The second blow followed, and Zhuo Chongshan's chest slumped down by half an inch.

Zhuo Chongshan raised his palm and swept it horizontally. Lu Yunzhou bent down to dodge, his palm touching the other's arm, and his true energy rushed in along the meridian.

Zhuo Chongshan's right arm immediately lost its strength.

Lu Yunzhou didn't stop, his short fists raining down continuously.

The fists struck the shoulders, ribs, and abdomen, each time coinciding with a moment when the person was taking a breath.

Zhuo Chongshan forcefully activated his inner energy, pressing down with his palm from the side.

Lu Yunzhou raised his arm to block, and two deep pits were trampled into the grass under his feet.

He moved forward with the momentum, his palm striking Zhuo Chongshan's chest.

boom!

Zhuo Chongshan was sent flying backward, crashing into three ornamental trees and rolling more than ten meters before coming to a stop.

Grass clippings covered his long robe, and his ebony cane was broken in two.

Lu Yunzhou stood still, his arms hanging down, his breathing still steady.

Zhuo Chongshan propped himself up on the ground, blood continuously flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Yunzhou walked up to him and looked down at the eighth-rank martial artist.

"Even an eighth-rank palm strike cannot shatter my foundation."

Zhuo Chongshan lay on the grass, half of his clothes soaked in blood.

He tried several times, but his arms couldn't lift his body.

With each movement of his chest, his breathing became more disordered, and a metallic sweetness kept rising in his throat.

Lu Yunzhou walked up to him, stepping on the broken piece of ebony cane with the sole of his shoe.

You lost.

Zhuo Chongshan looked up at him, the fierceness on his face had mostly faded.

He took out a key and a bank card, and pushed them to Lu Yunzhou's feet.

"I have 300 million in my account, the real estate in the city, the company shares, and all the ancient medicines I've collected over the years—it's all yours."

His palms were pressed against the grass, his knuckles trembling.

Lu Yunzhou glanced down and kicked the bank card aside with his toe.

"I do not want."