Yet it was precisely because he was so much stronger that Uncle Zhu found himself capsized in a ditch — and that only made his rage burn hotter!

"Young pup, you're courting death!" Uncle Zhu roused his internal cultivation art, ready to strike back at Wu Chengtian. Wu Chengtian's earlier punch had landed squarely on Uncle Zhu's body, inflicting grave internal injury — an utter humiliation!

Wu Chengtian was startled. He had not expected the old man before him to truly be Yellow Rank, and near the middle of Yellow Rank at that. It gave him a fright; he had taken Uncle Zhu for a boastful nobody, a small-time character who had picked up a few secrets of cultivators and now thought the sky was no higher than his own head. Yet who would have thought the man truly had the strength!

"Old man, so you really are a mid-Yellow Rank expert!" Conceited as Wu Chengtian was, in the face of such absolute power he dared not give himself airs. On the path of cultivation, strong was simply strong; conceit could not win a battle. So Wu Chengtian instinctively fell back.

Even so, Uncle Zhu was fast. His fist had already reached Wu Chengtian's chest. With nowhere left to dodge and his back already against the wall, Wu Chengtian could only grit his teeth, swing up his fist, and meet Uncle Zhu's fist head-on!

"Bang!"

The two collided with a tremendous report. Wu Chengtian, unmatched iron fist though he had, was still shaken until his fist throbbed with pain before Uncle Zhu, whose absolute strength surpassed his own! Had he not cultivated his hands and body, that punch would likely have crippled his hand under Uncle Zhu's blow!

Uncle Zhu was, after all, an inner-school expert, and inner-school experts held the advantage over outer-school ones. Even at the same rank as Wu Chengtian, he would still have been the stronger; and he was ranked above him besides — a mid-rank expert!

"Eh? Your hand's actually fine?" Uncle Zhu's intent had been that even if he could not hit Wu Chengtian, he would at least cripple his hand. Wu Chengtian had already wounded him severely, sending his blood and qi surging and sapping his strength, so his rage knew no bounds; this punch had spent every ounce of power in his body — and yet it had done nothing to Wu Chengtian!

"Heh, old thing, haven't you eaten your fill? Of course my hand's fine!" Wu Chengtian was not so foolish as to announce that his cultivation lay chiefly in his hands. That would be exposing his own weakness. Against someone weaker it hardly mattered — say it, and it might even serve to put on airs. But with someone stronger than himself, Wu Chengtian dared not speak carelessly!

"Give me your life!" Wu Chengtian's words left Uncle Zhu's eyes bloodshot. Once more he roused all his true qi and struck at Wu Chengtian. He knew as well that Wu Chengtian's earlier blow had badly damaged his strength; he should have been able to finish off this early-Yellow Rank pup with ease, yet here he was, wounded at the very outset, unable to summon his full power again. He could only end it as swiftly as possible — before his injuries flared, kill Wu Chengtian!

How would Wu Chengtian dare trade blows head-on? The moment Uncle Zhu opened his mouth to speak, he turned and ran!

But after all, the gulf between their strength was far too vast. Uncle Zhu was a Yellow Rank expert fallen from Profound Rank, with more experience and power than an ordinary Yellow Rank expert to begin with — how could Wu Chengtian, who had only just crossed the threshold of cultivation, possibly be his match?

The earlier sneak attack had been a victory won by surprise alone. To land another blow on Uncle Zhu now was all but impossible — and not just striking: even if Wu Chengtian wanted to flee, it would no longer be so easy!

Seeing Uncle Zhu closing in behind him, Wu Chengtian wavered. If he quickened his pace, he would soon reach the door of Tang Yun's home. He believed that once he was out the door and away, Uncle Zhu would not give chase — after all, Zhao Fafa was still in the house, and Uncle Zhu could not abandon him!

But if he ran off, what would become of Tang Yun? This was the task the Boss had given him — he had to protect Tang Yun, no matter what!

At that thought, Wu Chengtian clenched his teeth. He had already acknowledged the Boss; to flee the field now would be a grave offense, and where would the Wu family's credibility stand then? He was the young head of the Wu family, and his every word and deed represented it. If he ran, he would never again have the face to show himself in the world!

Wu Chengtian, above all, was a man who prized his honor — how could he do something so faithless and dishonorable?

So Wu Chengtian simply stopped running. Turning his fists into palms, he planted himself where he stood and made ready to meet Uncle Zhu blow for blow. He meant to stake everything against him; so long as he could hold out until Uncle Qing arrived to help, all would be well!

Uncle Qing was an expert at the very peak of late Yellow Rank, surely more than a match for Uncle Zhu. He only had to hold on a while longer!

"Come on, you old bastard — taste your Grandpa Wu's Mighty Divine Palm!" With that, Wu Chengtian raised both hands high and charged forward!

"Courting death!" Uncle Zhu had not expected Wu Chengtian to dare challenge him to battle now, and his fury swelled further. This pup simply did not put him in his eyes at all! Uncle Zhu felt truly aggrieved: before he had lost his rank, dealing with an early Yellow Rank expert like Wu Chengtian had taken a single punch — they were not even on the same level. Yet now, after fighting so long, there was still no result, and the pup had even dared to mock him!

Uncle Zhu rushed at Wu Chengtian in swift strides and swatted at him with his palm. This time, he gathered all his true qi into his two hands, intent on finishing Wu Chengtian in one blow!

"Boom!"

Wu Chengtian's palms met Uncle Zhu's. Wu Chengtian had trained the Iron Hand Technique, yet he was still blasted away by the vast, domineering true qi, crashing straight into the security door of Tang Yun's home behind him and warping the door out of shape!

"Pff—" Wu Chengtian spat a mouthful of blood and tumbled down from the security door, his face ashen white, the clothes over his chest already stained red. Though his hands were unharmed — Uncle Zhu had not broken them — Wu Chengtian himself had taken grave internal injury: his organs had been shifted from their places, and the meridians throughout his body were shattered beyond reckoning!

Yet though Wu Chengtian was gravely wounded, Uncle Zhu was not faring well either!

He had already been injured by Wu Chengtian earlier, and now, after their palms clashed, some of the force rebounded off Wu Chengtian's hard palms back into Uncle Zhu himself, worsening his wounds further!

"Ah!" Seeing Wu Chengtian vomit blood, Tang Yun's heart lurched, and she blurted instinctively: "How are you?"

"Haha, how is he? He's dying, that's how!" Watching Wu Chengtian beaten to a pulp by Uncle Zhu, Zhao Fafa felt indescribably gleeful. "You'd better hurry up and call your boyfriend over here. This underling of his is too lousy — utterly useless!"

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