Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 154: Giving You the Chance to Draw Your Sword

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Giving You the Chance to Draw Your Sword

"I’m the kind of person who least likes to force others. I’ve advised her, but she wouldn’t listen; after that, it’s none of my concern. If she jumped down and I pulled her back up, wouldn’t that be imposing on her? I simply can’t do such a thing!" Huang Beilun laughed.

"You beast!" Wang Jing Lei roared in anger, suddenly pouncing over and unleashing the full power of his Thunderclap Hand at Huang Beilun.

Huang Beilun stood his ground, dodging Wang Jing Lei’s attacks several times before casually slapping his shoulder, sending Wang Jing Lei staggering back several steps.

Wang Jing Lei stumbled, barely able to keep his balance. The qi and blood in his body churned, and he was somewhat injured already.

Huang Beilun said coldly, "Wang Jing Lei, I’ve given face to Fist King He Tianzhang this one time. But that’s it. If you come at me again, don’t blame me for being merciless with my saber!"

The crowd gasped in shock; Wang Jing Lei of the Thunderclap Hand was a renowned expert for a long time.

In front of Huang Beilun, he hadn’t been able to last even a few moves. Moreover, the most critical point was that Huang Beilun hadn’t even drawn his saber—how strong must Huang Beilun be?

The crowd also became excited. The stronger Huang Beilun was, the less suspense there was in this battle. Su Yang was destined to lose!

Yet Ling Zi’s face was pale. He glanced at Su Yang and whispered, "Young Master Su, how about we don’t go through with this fight? Even if we lose over three billion, Qingyun Clubhouse can still hold on. But they’ve put down over sixty billion this time—if we lose all that at once, Qingyun Clubhouse will certainly collapse!"

"What, don’t you believe in me?" Su Yang asked with a light smile.

"This..." Ling Zi was at a loss, his faith in Su Yang’s capabilities truly shaken.

He didn’t know the true extent of Su Yang’s strength; he only knew that Su Yang had exceptional medical skills. In his eyes, Su Yang might be able to fight, but compared to masters like Zhao Feipeng, Wang Jing Lei, and Huang Beilun, Su Yang was still too green. So, he really didn’t hold out much hope for this fight.

"Whether you believe in me or not, I’m going to fight this battle!" Su Yang said leisurely as he walked to the ring, smiling, "Old Wang, how about I take this fight first?"

Wang Jing Lei knew he was no match for Huang Beilun, and continuing the fight would only bring him losses, but he was now in an awkward position. Su Yang coming forward was like giving him a way out, and he was naturally very grateful to Su Yang.

"Since that’s the case, then let Master Su fight this battle first!" Wang Jing Lei stepped down.

Su Yang looked down at Huang Beilun and smiled lightly, "Shall we begin?"

Huang Beilun’s expression turned slightly chilly as he said coldly, "You milk-nosed brat, daring to challenge me—do you even know who I am?"

"Aren’t you just a scumbag? What’s all the fuss about!" Su Yang said with his hands behind his back, "In my eyes, you’re a person who deserves to die. So, when we start fighting, don’t expect me to show any mercy!"

"Kid, you’re really asking for death!" Huang Beilun roared angrily, threw the Precious Saber to Nan Shangwen, and said sternly, "If I can’t kill you within three moves, then I am not Huang Beilun!"

Su Yang said, "Hey, scumbag, let me give you some advice—bring the saber with you. You might not even have the chance to fight back later."

"Damn, what a blowhard!" Nan Shangshu couldn’t hold back any longer, yelling, "My uncle is the eighth-ranked expert in Pingnan Province. Who the hell are you to talk to my uncle like that? In front of my uncle, you’re no more than an ant. My uncle could crush you with just one finger!"

"Elder Huang’s strength defies the heavens, you ignorant fool," someone shouted. "You are courting death!"

"Indeed, with Elder Huang here, and you still don’t kneel down to beg for mercy but dare to spout such arrogant words, you truly deserve to die!" another added.

"Elder Huang, don’t be polite with him; just kill him. Such a person is a waste of food if left alive!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The crowd was clamoring, with the tension entirely one-sided.

Chen Biao and his three companions sat not far from Ling Zi, and Chen Biao sneered, "Big Boss Ling, where did you dig up this ignoramus who has a death wish? Daring to challenge Three-blade Huang Beilun, he must be a fool, right?"

"Ah Biao, that’s not right of you to say. After all, he is Big Boss Ling’s business partner, how can he be a fool? By saying that, aren’t you implying that Big Boss Ling is a fool as well?" Beside him, Yang Laohu laughed, "In my opinion, he’s not a fool; he’s a lunatic!"

With those words, the crowd burst into laughter. Yang Laohu’s remarks were quite damaging, seemingly defending Big Boss Ling but actually insinuating that Ling Zi too was a lunatic.

Ling Zi’s brows were tightly furrowed. This time, Qingyun Clubhouse had fallen into a deep rut, and he’d lose the qualifications to compete with these people. These four men had placed heavy bets in his establishment—nearly a billion—and it was clear they intended to take advantage of the situation to carve up Qingyun Clubhouse. This time, he was thoroughly doomed!

Looking at Su Yang on the stage, Ling Zi felt extremely frustrated. He just couldn’t understand why Su Yang would do such a suicidal thing.

Challenging Three-blade Huang Beilun alone, do you truly think you’re a long-established, senior expert?

Amidst the cheer of the crowd, Huang Beilun slowly made his way onto the stage. Glancing at Su Yang across from him, he sneered, "Have any last words? You can still speak them now."

"No last words, but I do have a piece of advice," Su Yang said with a light smile. "I’ll give you some time to draw your saber later, so don’t disappoint me, okay?"

"You arrogant brat, your death will be ugly!" roared Huang Beilun as he suddenly lunged forward, charging straight at Su Yang.

Huang Beilun was incredibly fast; the crowd only saw him pounce and then in an instant, he was in front of Su Yang. His clawed hands reached straight for Su Yang’s neck. If he got a grip, Su Yang’s neck would likely be twisted off immediately.

Su Yang didn’t dodge or retreat, his right hand casually swept aside, easily deflecting Huang Beilun’s hands.

Huang Beilun’s expression changed, he finally realized that this young man in front of him was not the easy target he thought he could easily crush. With a furious shout, his hands suddenly sparkled with a purple light. That light swiftly swirled, forming a net in his hands as if to ensnare Su Yang within it!

"Gathering Qi into a Net, that’s something only someone in the Integration Realm can do!" Zhao Feipeng said, his face pale and voice trembling. "Three-blade Huang Beilun is indeed no simple man."

A disciple whispered beside him, "Master, is this Gathering Qi into a Net very powerful?"

"Powerful? It’s beyond powerful!" Zhao Feipeng took a deep breath and said quietly, "You see that net? Each thread is condensed from the body’s energy and is as powerful as the sharpest steel blade. If it lands on a person, it can slice them apart. And with such a wide range, unless you encounter another expert of the Integration Realm, nobody else stands a chance of surviving!"

"So you’re saying the guy named Su is doomed?" Huang Yang said excitedly, "I just took out a high-interest loan and bet five million on Su Yang losing. If he dies, we can recover all the money we lost before!"