Chapter 127: Let's Fight Then, Who's Afraid of Whom?
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“Fine, then let’s fight! Who’s afraid of whom?”
Jiang Hao thrust out his chest and replied with a smile.
The moment he said this, everyone present revealed sinister smiles, as though their scheme had succeeded. Pan Yixuan, in particular, was so excited that he danced around in delight.
That idiot Jiang Hao had finally taken the bait!
Yang Ziyun’s strength was far beyond that of ordinary people. How could those punks from the Heavenly Dragon Group possibly be a match for him?
Therefore, although Jiang Hao had defeated the Heavenly Dragon Group, he was absolutely no match for Yang Ziyun!
In a little while, Yang Ziyun would beat Jiang Hao until he was crawling across the floor, perhaps even kill him on the spot!
At the thought of Jiang Hao being beaten to death by Yang Ziyun, Pan Yixuan trembled with excitement. Then he imagined taking Su Qingli for himself after Jiang Hao’s death, embracing the beauty of his dreams and wildly riding her alluring body every night. He became even more aroused, and some part of his body had already begun to swell with blood.
“Good! I like your spirit, Jiang Hao. I admire you!”
Yang Ziyun was equally satisfied and nodded arrogantly.
Pan Yixuan immediately said, “I’ll prepare a venue for the two of you right now. Please wait a moment.”
Ten minutes later.
The vast birthday banquet hall had been cleared. All the guests had retreated far away, while the tables and other furnishings had been moved into the corners.
At the center of the hall was now an empty circular area roughly one hundred square meters in size.
This was the arena where Jiang Hao and Yang Ziyun would decide the victor!
“Jiang Hao, don’t go…”
Su Qingli clutched the sleeve of Jiang Hao’s clothes and pleaded in a low voice.
Jiang Hao looked at her seriously. “Qingli, trust me. I’ll be fine.”
“But…”
Su Qingli was filled with worry, but before she could finish, Pan Yixuan and the other guests began urging them impatiently.
“Jiang Hao, hurry up!”
“Why are you dragging your feet? Are you scared and thinking of backing out at the last moment?”
“Are you even a man?”
“Jiang Hao, don’t make us look down on you!”
With so many people urging and provoking him, Su Qingli knew there was no way Jiang Hao would refuse to go.
Helpless, she could only sigh and release his sleeve.
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Yang Ziyun was already standing in the center of the arena.
Jiang Hao stepped into the arena as well.
“Jiang Hao, do you have any last words? If so, you’d better say them now. Otherwise, you may never get another chance.”
Yang Ziyun spoke with complete confidence.
“Can I take that to mean you intend to beat me to death?” Jiang Hao asked with a smile.
“That sounds rather frightening. Why would I intend to kill you? It’s just that in a martial arts contest like this, accidents occasionally happen, and someone dying is perfectly normal.” Yang Ziyun smiled as he spoke.
Jiang Hao shook his head slightly and said calmly, “I have nothing to say. If you want to fight, then let’s begin. But I must warn you, Second Young Master Yang: you’re far too confident in your own strength. Let me give you a piece of advice—there is always someone stronger, and there is always a higher heaven.”
“Heh. If you survive to the end, you can say that to me again.”
As soon as Yang Ziyun finished speaking, he began walking toward Jiang Hao.
His pace started slowly, then gradually quickened. By the end, although he appeared merely to be walking, he was moving faster than an ordinary person sprinting one hundred meters!
The incongruity of it left everyone present astonished.
The Second Young Master of the Yang family truly lived up to his reputation. No wonder he was regarded as a martial arts expert in Maple City!
And Jiang Hao?
He remained rooted to the spot, utterly motionless, as though he had been frightened witless.
“Why isn’t Jiang Hao moving at all? Has he been scared stiff?” one guest said, pointing at him and laughing loudly.
“I think so too. Jiang Hao must be completely terrified.”
“If it were me, I’d be scared too. Is the Second Young Master Yang’s attack something to joke about?”
The guests began discussing the matter among themselves, but every one of them stood on Yang Ziyun’s side. Not a single person believed Jiang Hao had any chance.
In the eyes of some, Jiang Hao was already a dead man.
“Jiang Hao, in my eyes, you’re nothing but trash!”
Yang Ziyun had reached Jiang Hao. He suddenly leaped into the air and punched toward Jiang Hao’s face.
The punch was astonishingly fast. His fist tore through the surrounding air, producing a sharp, shrill howl, like a shell hurtling through the sky at high speed!
Yet before it could reach Jiang Hao, Jiang Hao’s fist struck Yang Ziyun squarely on the nose.
Bang!
The muffled impact sounded like thunder on an early summer day, stunning everyone present!
Yang Ziyun was sent flying backward, soaring five or six meters through the air. After hitting the ground, he continued tumbling and sliding several more meters before finally coming to a stop.
As soon as Yang Ziyun climbed to his feet, two streams of bright-red blood poured from his nostrils. He looked utterly disheveled.
“Yang Ziyun, the facts have proven that you’re the real trash!”
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Jiang Hao smiled as he spoke.
The guests in the banquet hall were completely dumbfounded.
They had expected Yang Ziyun to defeat Jiang Hao with lightning speed, perhaps even kill him on the spot!
But reality was the exact opposite of what they had imagined.
The one defeated in the very first exchange was not Jiang Hao—it was the Second Young Master of the Yang family, Yang Ziyun, whom they had held in such high regard!
Pan Yixuan was utterly stunned. He had never imagined that Jiang Hao could be so powerful.
The guests were all bewildered. They could not believe that Yang Ziyun had been unable to withstand even a single blow from Jiang Hao!
Of everyone present, only Su Qingli sincerely felt happy and excited for Jiang Hao.
“Beautifully done!”
Unable to contain herself any longer, Su Qingli waved her fist and let out a clear, delighted cry.
Jiang Hao smiled and waved at Su Qingli. Then he turned around, looked seriously at Yang Ziyun, and said calmly, “See that, Yang Ziyun? This is the gap between our strength.”
“Stop bragging, Jiang Hao! Do you think I used my full strength just now? I only used fifty percent of my power!”
Yang Ziyun roared in fury.
He forcefully wiped away the blood beneath his nose. Then he let out a loud shout, and a powerful current of air suddenly burst from his body, tearing his white suit into shreds!
At that moment, a layer of swirling wind had gathered across Yang Ziyun’s body, protecting him like a shield.
An inner-force body shield!
Jiang Hao’s eyes narrowed slightly.
If Yang Ziyun could manifest an inner-force body shield, did that not mean he had also reached the final realm of martial cultivation?
Who would have thought? The pampered Second Young Master of the Yang family possessed such formidable martial prowess—he was even stronger than Iron Tower!
As expected of a member of the Yang family!
As expected of the Yang family’s Second Young Master!
The Yang family had never flaunted its strength, yet had become the number one family in Maple City. Clearly, there was a reason for that!
“See that, Jiang Hao? This is the full extent of my strength! Are you afraid now?”
Yang Ziyun began laughing wildly, his entire body radiating an arrogant, overbearing aura that seemed to proclaim his invincibility!
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