You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

A bald, burly man with a scorpion tattoo on his arm blocked Lina's dance steps.

"Hey, little foreign girl, new face here? Want to grab a drink with us guys?"

The bald man, reeking of alcohol, scanned Lina's entire body with a nakedly aggressive gaze.

His henchmen immediately joined in with a series of frivolous whistles and strange laughs.

A strong smell of smoke and alcohol mixed with the smell of sweat hit her face. Lina frowned and subconsciously took a step back.

Chen Yang subtly stepped aside, blocking Lina and the others.

"It's too crowded here, let's jump over there."

Chen Yang spoke calmly, about to leave with Lina.

"Did I tell you to get up, you bastard?"

Next to the bald man, a thin young man with dyed red hair cursed rudely and reached out to push Chen Yang away, trying to pull Lina away.

"Who do you think you are? Such a beautiful Western horse, do you think a nobody like you can protect it? Get out of my way!"

A cold glint flashed in Chen Yang's eyes. Just as the red-haired man's hand was about to touch his shoulder, he seemingly casually raised his hand to block it.

There was a crisp "crack" sound, followed by a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

His arm hung limply at an odd angle.

"Ah—fuck!"

Red Hair was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face as he rolled on the ground, clutching his arm. The bald thugs' expressions changed; they hadn't expected this seemingly unremarkable kid to be so ruthless. The bald man grinned menacingly.

"Dare to hurt my brother? Kill him!"

The thugs behind him immediately pulled out the steel pipes and short sticks they had hidden and pounced on Chen Yang menacingly.

The bar's security guards had already noticed the commotion and immediately rushed over.

The leader was a burly man in a black uniform, who shouted at the top of his lungs.

"What are you doing! Stop it! Who the hell dares to cause trouble in 'Phantom'!"

As he shouted, his gaze quickly swept over the people on the scene. When he saw the red-haired man rolling on the ground and the bald thug holding a weapon, a barely perceptible glint seemed to flash in the depths of his eyes. Then, he turned his fierce gaze entirely towards Chen Yang, who was standing in the protective position with an expressionless face.

"It's you causing trouble again, isn't it? Daring to hit a customer? You're asking for it! Hold him down!"

He didn't give Chen Yang a chance to explain at all, and waved his hand to order the four security guards next to him to take action.

Two of them immediately went around to Chen Yang's back and tried to grab his arms and shoulders.

Chen Yang understood instantly.

These thugs are probably part of a "vibe team" or thugs who have some kind of tacit understanding with the bar's security guards.

The so-called security guards are nothing more than thugs in disguise.

His eyes turned completely cold.

Facing five or six security guards and thugs rushing towards him from the front and back, Chen Yang moved like a willow in the wind, seemingly dodging a hand that was grabbing his shoulder with a slight sway.

Without the slightest hesitation, his counterattack was swift and lightning-fast.

A standard grappling move: grab the wrist of the security guard rushing towards you and twist it downwards. In the instant the man screams in pain, your elbow has already precisely struck the nerve duct under his armpit!

The security guard's scream was abruptly cut off, and he collapsed, clutching his limp arm.

Another security guard's baton whistled as it struck the back of his head, but Chen Yang didn't even turn around, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

He slid back half a step, dodging the blow of the stick, and at the same time, his left foot lashed out like a scorpion's tail, his heel slamming into the attacker's inside knee. The sound of bones dislocating was clearly audible.

The remaining security guards and thugs were stunned by his unusually fast fighting style and ruthless methods, and were almost unable to mount a complete counterattack.

Chen Yang's movements were direct and swift, without a single unnecessary flourish.

Each strike was accompanied by a painful groan and a thud as the opponent fell to the ground.

At times, he was like a viper spitting its tongue, subtly striking pressure points under the ribs with his fingers, causing the victim to lose strength instantly; at other times, he was like a bear pushing a mountain, his force so great that he sent people flying, overturning booths and creating chaos.

Within a few dozen seconds, the six or seven people who had been so aggressive just moments before, along with the thugs who had caused trouble earlier, were all lying on the ground, twisted and contorted like discarded garbage bags, groaning and writhing in pain.

Lina stood not far behind Chen Yang, her eyes shining brightly. She looked at the wailing crowd on the ground, then at Chen Yang's composed back. Instead of fear, her face revealed an almost excited exploration and appreciation.

Just as Chen Yang had finished off the last person and was helping Lina to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible, a cold voice came from behind him.

"You beat my people up like this in my turf and think you can just leave without even saying goodbye?"

A figure silently blocked the main passageway from the dance floor to the exit. The speaker was about thirty years old, with a buzz cut, a square face, and wearing a tight black T-shirt that accentuated his bulging muscles. His eyes were sharp as poisoned knives.

He stood there with his arms crossed, an imposing aura pressing down like an invisible cage, seemingly diminishing the surrounding noise of the music. It was Wang Shengxiong, the bar's security manager whom Chen Yang had just met in the manager's office.

The once crowded dance floor suddenly cleared out, creating a small vacuum area. Clearly, everyone was wary of this newcomer.

Chen Yang stopped and shielded Lina behind him, meeting her gaze with neither arrogance nor servility.

"It was your people who provoked me first, and they attacked me without any explanation. I was only acting in self-defense. Does 'Phantom' Bar really favor its own people based on appearances alone?"

"justifiable defense?"

A mocking smile tugged at the corners of Wang Shengxiong's mouth.

"In my area, I make the rules! Hitting someone is an insult to me and ruins my business. Don't give me that nonsense!"

He took a step forward, and the sense of oppression intensified.

"Want to leave? Not necessarily. If you can withstand three punches from me and not fall, you and your pretty girl can both leave safely, and we'll call it even. If you're a coward... Hmph, then don't blame me for being impolite!"
"You'd better leave me at least one of your legs to explain!" His words were forceful and domineering, leaving Chen Yang no choice but to accept that there was only one path.

Chen Yang met the other person's gaze and quickly assessed their capabilities.

Judging from his standing posture, taut muscle lines, and the hidden explosive power, this guy is clearly a trained fighter, and has likely experienced real life-or-death battles. He has extremely rich practical experience and is far superior to those guys lying on the ground just now.

His inner energy was refined, and his fists faintly revealed a hint of murderous aura. His skill level was probably between the late stage of Bone Forging and the early stage of Tendon Changing, making him a formidable opponent in the secular world.

If we're talking about pure ability, this kind of person doesn't even have the qualifications to make Chen Yang take him even slightly seriously.

He could easily crush a bunch of them with a single finger.

At this moment, however, he was merely an "ordinary" logistics team leader responsible for playing along and occasionally rescuing women; at most, he was just a bit quick with his fists and feet. His hidden identity and the mission he was carrying out did not allow him to reveal any of his true strength.

More importantly, the faint, bloody aura emanating from the other party set off alarm bells in his mind.

He wasn't unfamiliar with this aura! It was extremely similar to the feeling he had after fighting those enemies from the Heavenly Alliance who had been injected with some kind of special drug during previous operations! Although the feeling emanating from Wang Shengxiong in front of him was more refined and natural, lacking the obvious aftereffects of those experimental subjects' violent and out-of-control behavior, the core aura was definitely from the same source!

This discovery gave him a jolt.

The forces behind this bar are indeed connected to the Heavenly Dao Alliance! And this Wang Shengxiong is very likely a core member of it or has used a more stable version of the drug!

In a flash, Chen Yang made a decision.

He frowned slightly, his face subtly revealing a hint of fear and apprehension towards the formidable enemy before him, and his tone became more serious.

"Three punches? You mean it? After the fight, regardless of the outcome, my friend and I can leave?"

Wang Shengxiong laughed heartily, his expression utterly disdainful.

"My name, Wang Shengxiong, carries some weight in this area. My word is my bond! Let's see if you have the guts! If not, kneel down and kowtow to me right now, and then leave this little foreign girl here..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yang stepped forward, interrupting the other party's provocation, and said in a deep voice.

"Okay! I'll take it! Right here."

He deliberately avoided choosing an open space outside.

"You've got guts!"

Wang Shengxiong's eyes flashed with a fierce light, seemingly surprised that this seemingly not particularly strong guy dared to nod.

"The space is too small, you can't really do your job, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"

He clearly believed that the other party's choice was reckless and courting death.

Before he finished speaking, Wang Shengxiong had already taken a step forward like a tiger released from its cage! The hard, smooth floor tiles even made a slight cracking sound.

Without any fancy prelude, he unleashed a powerful and unparalleled straight punch, like a giant battering ram striking straight at the heart of the enemy! The force of the punch was so strong that it even knocked an empty cup off the table next to him.

It shattered with a crash! Its target was aimed directly at Chen Yang's vital point in the chest!

This punch, let alone an ordinary person, even a strong man who has practiced external martial arts for several years, would definitely have his sternum shattered and his internal organs ruptured if he took it!

Many onlookers even closed their eyes in fear.

Chen Yang's pupils contracted slightly. The speed and power of this punch were indeed extraordinary, far exceeding those of ordinary martial artists of the same level! There was definitely something wrong!
He was even more certain. His golden core spun slightly, but he only used a tiny amount of true essence to cover a few key meridians on his body's surface, ensuring that his defense, in terms of surface aura, would not exceed the level expected of someone at the peak of the Bone Forging stage.

At the same time, with a high degree of mental concentration, one can clearly capture every trajectory of the opponent's punches and every change in their power.

"boom!"

A dull sound, like the beating of a cowhide drum, exploded in the center of the hall!

Just as the fist was about to hit him, Chen Yang suddenly crossed his arms to protect his chest!
His body trembled violently several times as the force of the punch was transmitted, and with a "crack" his foot broke a floor tile, his feet sinking slightly into the soft rubber layer of the dance floor!

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, making it look like he had just managed to withstand a fierce blow. He staggered back a large step before managing to regain his footing.

In reality, most of the impact force, enough to break a tree trunk as thick as a bowl, was silently dissolved and absorbed by his powerful physique and the trace of true essence covering his body. Only a small portion was deliberately guided within the limits of his muscles to create the appearance of real force.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Shengxiong's eyes.

He used at least seven-tenths of his strength in that punch, and the opponent actually managed to block it, only taking half a step back, looking a bit disheveled. This kid has guts!
Before Chen Yang could even catch his breath, Wang Shengxiong's second punch landed!
This punch was even faster and more cunning, no longer a simple direct strike to the front.

His figure moved like a ghost, crouching low and closing in, his fist rising from below, delivering an extremely dangerous spiral drill punch, aimed directly at Chen Yang's jaw!

This punch contained even more restrained and concentrated power, carrying an extremely insidious penetrating force! The air emitted a piercing tearing sound!
Chen Yang sneered inwardly.

He had anticipated this; the opponent's attack route was as clear as the lines on his palm under his highly focused mental perception.

This time, he seemed to be thrown off balance by the opponent's sudden change of tactics. He hurriedly leaned back to dodge, but his hands seemed to have not yet recovered from the previous "hard block", and his movements were a beat slower.

He seemed to have narrowly avoided the fatal upward punch, but the penetrating force of the opponent's punch tore a long gash in his shirt with a "rip." The cold, sharp air grazed his skin.

Chen Yang's expression instantly became even more serious and unpleasant, and a fine layer of sweat even seeped from his forehead due to his nervousness.

"You dodged pretty quickly!"

Wang Shengxiong grinned maliciously, his eyes filled with murderous intent, clearly enraged by Chen Yang's successful "dodge" once again.

This further solidified his murderous intent. Without any hesitation, he unleashed his third punch!
This time, all the muscles in his body tensed up to the extreme, the knotted veins on his arms bulged high, and it looked as if earthworms were wriggling under his skin!
A violent and bloody aura, even more so than the previous two punches combined, suddenly erupted!

Under the psychedelic lights, his skin seemed to have a faint, unnatural blush, and a mad light flickered deep in his pupils!
Before the fist was even thrown, an invisible yet blood-filled pressure made it difficult for the guests several meters away to breathe!
"Lie down!"

Wang Shengxiong roared like thunder! His third punch was like a meteor falling to earth! It was no longer a simple straight punch or drill, but a violent impact of fist, elbow, and shoulder combined!

His movements were so fast they left a trail of afterimages; he was like a human bulldozer, crushing everything in his path with an unstoppable, destructive force! Even the surrounding furniture and table fragments were whipped up by the powerful gust of wind from his punch, scattering in all directions! His target remained firmly locked onto Chen Yang's vital chest and abdomen!

This strike contained his almost full destructive power, as well as a hidden, violent power originating from his bloodline!

Chen Yang's gaze became incredibly focused at that moment! In the instant the fist approached, he suppressed his reaction to a level slightly lower than that of a peak Bone Forging martial artist. To outsiders, it seemed as if he had been overexerted by the first two punches and was now completely locked onto by this unparalleled, ferocious third punch, finding himself in a certain death trap! (End of Chapter)