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Wei De looked at the sturdy Second-Rate Martial Artist and gave him a nod.

Receiving the green light from his young master, the sturdy man had an evil smile creep across his face as he stepped forward.

"Before I deal with them, I'll take you as an appetizer," he said, cracking his knuckles.

Feeling his intimidating presence, all the ordinary people in the lobby swallowed the lumps in their throats and looked at Yijun with pity.

The only group worried about Yijun's safety were his teammates, as they couldn't understand how their captain got the courage to act so recklessly.

Yijun had always been a cool-headed guy who thought everything through twice before acting, which was why they chose to follow him—until now.

Still, when they remembered why they all joined the Celestial Heavenly Store, their hearts skipped a beat, and their eyes flashed with anticipation and hope.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Perhaps the superior technique was real, and their captain had cultivated it.

Meanwhile, Yijun did not know what was going on in the minds of his teammates.

His only thought was to unleash the force brimming within his muscles.

Staring at the sturdy Second-Rate Martial Artist, Yijun did not waste time conversing and instead took a fighting stance.

He put his left leg back, assumed a horse stance, and folded his hands into fists.

Watching the common fighting stance, the sturdy man couldn't help but laugh.

"Are you going to fight me with a common fighting technique?" he taunted, his face laced with ridicule.

"Are you fighting or not?" Yijun was getting tired of this chatterbox, eager to show the might of the superior technique.

Seeing Yijun's impatience, the sturdy man was furious. Without hesitation, he closed the short distance between them and struck with a deadly palm attack.

Huh!

All the ordinary people sucked in a cold breath when they saw the terrifying might of the sturdy man's palm attack, wondering if Yijun could withstand such an assault.

When Wei De saw the sturdy man's attack, a light smile crept across his face as he could already foresee the outcome of the fight.

'Humph! Let's see how you handle this. Today, you commoners will witness the might of a Second-Rate Martial Artist,' he chuckled inwardly.

As for Yijun's teammates, their hearts were already in their throats, ready to jump out. Even when they faced the Necoris, they weren't this scared.

However, contrary to the shock and panic of the crowd, Yijun was not flustered. He was as calm as a deep lake.

When the terrifying palm attack was just a couple of inches from Yijun's face, he struck back, throwing an ordinary punch.

The punch was unlike the terrifying Second-Rate palm attack. It lacked the aura and intimidation of a powerful martial artist.

However, what happened next shattered their worldview.

Bang!

A resounding sound echoed in the lobby, followed by a deep groan.

Everyone inside the lobby widened their eyes when they saw the result of the first exchange.

When the two attacks collided, the terrifying palm attack was shattered like a piece of paper, and the force from the ordinary punch forced the sturdy man to retreat several steps.

Feeling the numbness in his arms, the sturdy man was stunned and could not believe what had just happened.

'How is this possible?!' He was a revered Second-Rate Martial Artist. How could he lose to an ordinary young man?

Wei De, standing nearby, had his jaw drop. His previous haughtiness was long gone, replaced with disbelief.

Before anyone could process what was happening, Yijun pounced on the shocked sturdy man and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each punch was more powerful than the last.

The sturdy man tried to defend himself against Yijun's onslaught, but the terrifying force contained in each attack numbed his arms. He could also feel his innards trembling violently, ready to burst. Experience tales at empire

With his arms growing numb under the continuous barrage of attacks, the sturdy man failed to raise his hands in time, and Yijun's powerful punch slammed into his chest.

Bang!

Ahhhh!

He was sent flying, a miserable scream escaping from his mouth as he crashed onto the cold, hard ground.

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and his face turned pale. Right now, he was no longer the proud Second-Rate Martial Artist but a pitiable man on the brink of losing consciousness.

As for the crowd, their faces displayed various expressions—most of them shock and disbelief.

They looked at the pitiable man lying on the ground and then at the satisfied smile on the ordinary-looking Yijun's face.

The only thought running through their minds was the authenticity of the superior cultivation technique.

Filled with pride and confidence, Yijun looked at the dumbfounded crowd and asked with a rising fighting spirit.

"Who wants to go next?" he shouted, his eyes scanning the crowd.

The other Second-Rate Martial Artist standing behind Wei De shrank back and averted his gaze when he felt Yijun's cold, piercing stare.

He wasn't foolish enough to challenge a man with an unknown cultivation level who could defeat the sturdy man with such ease.

Others might not know, but he knew that of the two, the sturdy man was stronger. If he could be defeated, then what about himself?

Thus, he wasn't ready to make a fool of himself. Besides, he was already planning on how to get his hands on such a superior technique.

Looking at Wei De, Yijun asked, "Are you still going to destroy the store?"

He taunted, his face full of ridicule.

Wei De was furious. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words failed to come out.

All the prominent clans in the city had thought the notion of a superior technique was merely a gimmick to recruit people to the store, but now...

He realized it was true, and he knew what this meant.

If the store could turn an ordinary man into a warrior capable of defeating a Second-Rate Martial Artist who had cultivated for many years, who knew what could happen in a week or a month's time?

Therefore, he couldn't wait to leave and report to his clan. Just as he prepared to leave, he heard Zimo's voice.

"This is the last time you and your clan challenge the authority of our store. There won't be a next time."

Hearing this, Wei De did not respond and hurried out of the Celestial Heavenly Store.

He knew that when the news of what happened in the store spread throughout the city, the city's delicate balance would be broken, and the only thing awaiting them was chaos.