Chapter 33: Is There Anyone Else Unconvinced? Step Forward and Face Me One-on-One!

Humiliated in front of everyone, Du Biao’s blood pressure shot sky-high in fury.

“Damn it! I’ll kill you all today! Brothers, attack!”

Behind him, about thirty Axe Gang henchmen advanced menacingly, each wielding a hatchet, their faces twisted in ferocity as they pressed forward. The heavy axes dragged across the ground, producing a shrill, nerve-racking sound that sent chills through the bystanders. The crowd instinctively stepped back several paces. The sheer momentum was intimidating.

Du Biao flashed a sinister grin. “Boy, today you’ll learn what happens when you offend the Axe Gang!”

Then his expression turned cold. “Chop him up!”

Thirty men against five or six—a guaranteed victory.

On the other side, Xu Jiya put away her phone and gave Xiang Nan a meaningful look. He understood instantly, a sly smile curling on his lips. When he raised his head, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes. “No rush! First, let’s ask my brothers if they agree.”

The surroundings fell into a sudden, unnatural silence.

Du Biao felt a gust of wicked wind sweep toward him. On the outskirts of the crowd, two formidable squads, each a hundred strong, appeared on either side. Every man held a watermelon knife, their eyes gleaming with malice. Their foreheads bore a red band emblazoned with the Eagle Alliance insignia. Their footsteps were so synchronized that one might imagine the very ground shaking beneath them.

The sight made the spectators tremble.

“Holy shit! The gangs are brawling—this is more exciting than any movie!”

“Get out of the way, quick! Blood’s about to splatter everywhere!”

Faced with this show of force, the Axe Gang henchmen lost their bravado in an instant, exchanging uneasy glances. A hundred men—three or four against each one of them. Wouldn’t they all be cut to pieces?

Even Du Biao faltered. But as their leader, he forced himself to stand tall and shouted at Xiang Nan.

“Boy! What’s the point of outnumbering me? If you’ve got guts, fight your Uncle Biao one-on-one!”

Su Yao couldn’t help but laugh. “Ha! Xiang Nan, you say women are fickle, but this fat pig changes even faster. Just a moment ago, he was relying on numbers.”

Xiang Nan clasped his fists, a playful look in his eyes. “Do you want to see the fat pig hunt for his teeth on the ground?”

Su Yao nodded so hard her head bobbed like a pecking chick. “I’ve already got my popcorn ready.”

As she spoke, somehow she produced a bucket of popcorn from nowhere.

“Xiao Ya, come on, let’s sit on our stools and watch the show.”

Xu Jiya smiled calmly, addressing the hundred Eagle Alliance disciples who had surrounded them. “Listen up. The Young Lord wants to personally teach this fat pig a lesson. Step back and make room for him.”

“Yes!” A hundred voices resonated in unison, sending a tremor through everyone’s hearts.

It had to be said—Xu Jiya truly matched Xiang Nan’s tastes.

Ever since he won the competition and became the Young Lord, there were still many in the Eagle Alliance who didn’t accept him, and Xiang Nan was well aware of this. In an organization like the Eagle Alliance, only those with true strength command loyalty. Today presented the perfect opportunity to showcase his abilities before a hundred brothers.

Meanwhile, Du Biao was so angry smoke seemed to pour from his nostrils.

These little brats didn’t take him seriously at all, even dared to call him a fat pig?

He couldn’t win in a brawl, but surely he wouldn’t lose in a duel to a kid?

In front of so many Axe Gang brothers, would Du Biao have no dignity left?

If he didn’t thrash that brat, he’d eat his own words upside down!

Having made up his mind, Du Biao charged straight at Xiang Nan, his fist as thick as a rice bowl, swinging with gale-force intensity.

Despite his size and bulk, Du Biao was already a Tier Two, Three-Star practitioner. If this punch landed on an ordinary person, it would be fatal.

However—

Xiang Nan appeared defenseless but deftly sidestepped, effortlessly avoiding the fist. Using Du Biao’s momentum, he grabbed his wrist and pulled. Du Biao staggered forward, nearly falling flat on his face.

Impossible!

Du Biao was stunned.

He possessed Tier Two, Three-Star strength, his attack was swift and unexpected. How could this kid dodge and counter so effectively?

Du Biao dared not underestimate him any longer, quickly retreating and launching another punch.

This time, Xiang Nan was ready. With a few nimble steps, he not only dodged Du Biao’s blows but completely dominated him. Like flowing water, he unleashed a set of Tiger Subduing Fist techniques, each move guided as if by divine hand, every punch landing soundly.

Amidst a cacophony of cracks and thuds, Du Biao had no hope of fighting back. In no time, his face was swollen and bruised, teeth scattered across the ground, ribs fractured.

Miserable!

Du Biao spat a mouthful of blood, staring at Xiang Nan in disbelief.

Despite his Tier Two, Three-Star cultivation, he hadn’t even touched Xiang Nan’s sleeve and was already beaten into a pulp.

Where was the justice in this?

Xiang Nan now possessed Tier One, Nine-Star strength—much improved since his bout with Gu Shaoqing in the arena. Du Biao knew nothing of this.

Generally, Tier One martial artists rarely advanced beyond Six Stars. What strength lay above Six Stars was an unknown realm. Aside from his level, Xiang Nan’s spiritual energy between his brows amplified all his abilities. A mere Tier Two, Three-Star practitioner was no match; Xiang Nan could easily crush him.

At that moment, a system notification chimed in Xiang Nan’s mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host. Hong Fist skill points are maxed out. Compatibility +1 awarded.]

Xiang Nan glanced at his fists, smiling with satisfaction.

His Hong Fist skill had reached 100 points! This set of techniques combined offense and defense, exquisitely crafted—the pinnacle of close combat martial arts. In this era, among national martial artists, none could rival it.

Looking at Du Biao, now battered beyond recognition, Xiang Nan almost felt pity.

The power of Hong Fist was overwhelming—any more blows and Du Biao would die on the spot.

The Axe Gang henchmen, who had always seen Du Biao as invincible, watched as Xiang Nan subdued him in moments and gave him a brutal beating. They marveled at Xiang Nan’s unfathomable strength, none daring to step forward.

The instigator, Over-the-Shoulder Dragon, had already retreated to the back of the crowd, fearful to show his face after Du Biao’s crushing defeat. He himself had been beaten badly, his hand crippled. He had thought that bringing in Du Biao, a Tier Two practitioner, would surely avenge him.

He never expected Du Biao to be so useless, dispatched in moments, his outcome even worse.

“Damn it! Is this kid really the Young Lord of the Eagle Alliance? He’s so powerful! No way—I need to find someone even tougher, I have to reclaim my honor!”

Over-the-Shoulder Dragon abandoned Du Biao and vanished in a flash.

In the center of the square, Du Biao, all his fat, lay sprawled on the ground, unable to get up.

Xiang Nan, unharmed and as handsome as ever, planted his foot on Du Biao’s back and faced the thirty Axe Gang henchmen.

“Anyone else unwilling to submit? Step forward for a duel!”