Chapter 25: You Brought This Upon Yourself
After leaving the hotel, Su Yifan didn’t go home right away. He first went out for some barbecue before finally returning. By the time he got back, it was already ten o’clock, and his parents were fast asleep. He headed straight to his room, washed up, and only then did he fall asleep.
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The next day.
Just as Su Yifan had expected, the King of Southeast did not come to confess his sins. But since he had made his choice, he would have to pay the price.
Eight o’clock in the evening, at the Southeast King’s residence.
The mansion was crowded with people, lively and bustling.
“Your Highness, I heard that boy from the Su family is coming to cause you trouble tonight. We’ve come here specially to assist you.”
“That’s right! That kid really doesn’t know his place, daring to provoke you. Don’t worry, Your Highness, you won’t need to lift a finger tonight—we’ll take him down ourselves!”
“I heard General Mu died at that scoundrel’s hands last night. It’s a pity I wasn’t there, or I would have brought you his head myself, Your Highness.”
One after another, martial artists voiced their loyalty, fawning over the King of the Southeast.
“Hahaha… Very well! Since you’ve all come to help me tonight, if you ever need anything in the future, just come find me,” the King declared, raising his cup and draining it in one gulp.
He was well aware of the real reason these martial artists had gathered—they simply wanted to cozy up to him. As for Su Yifan, he didn’t even see him as a threat. The only reason he hadn’t refused their company was because he relished the feeling of being admired and supported.
This, he thought, was what it meant to be truly above others.
As the crowd drank merrily, suddenly—
Bang!
Two black-armored guards stationed at the front gate were hurled inside, crashing heavily onto the hall’s floor.
“Who the hell dares disturb my good mood?!” roared someone.
All at once, the martial artists set down their cups and glared toward the entrance.
Seeing this, the King of the Southeast arched an eyebrow. He knew the man had arrived.
Sure enough, at that moment, a figure slowly strode in from outside.
As the figure drew closer, the crowd finally saw who it was.
Su Yifan had entered the main hall.
He glanced around at the assemblage, his eyes utterly fearless.
“Who is the King of the Southeast?”
His cold, emotionless voice cut through the air.
“Who the hell are you to—”
Bang!
Before the man could finish, Su Yifan struck out, reducing him to a bloody mist.
Only then did someone in the hall recognize him.
With a gasp, a voice cried out, “That’s… that’s Su Yifan!”
As the words rang out, a sense of wariness swept through the crowd. Most of those present had never seen Su Yifan before, which was why they hadn’t recognized him at first. Now, hearing the name, their expressions grew grave. As the rumors said, he was utterly arrogant, fearing no one!
Su Yifan ignored their reactions and spoke again, “I’ll ask one more time: Who is the King of the Southeast?”
Three seconds passed in silence.
When no one answered, Su Yifan prepared to grab someone and ask directly.
Just then, the King stepped out from the crowd. “I am the King of the Southeast. I didn’t expect you’d really have the guts to come.”
To be honest, he’d never believed Su Yifan would dare appear. No one in all of Cloud City had ever dared make trouble at his mansion. Most of the martial artists present had thought the same.
What surprised him was that Su Yifan had truly come—and alone, no less.
In that moment, he found himself somewhat admiring Su Yifan’s courage.
As the King emerged, Su Yifan said coolly, “Didn’t I tell you to have a coffin ready for yourself? Where is it?”
The King sneered, “Don’t worry, your coffin has been prepared long ago.”
No sooner had the words left his lips than four black-armored guards carried in a coffin.
With a heavy thud, the coffin slammed to the ground.
Su Yifan glanced at it, then smiled. “Since the coffin is ready, will you climb in yourself, or shall I help you?”
“Boy, who do you think you are, daring to speak to His Highness like that?” boomed a burly middle-aged man.
“And who are you?” Su Yifan narrowed his eyes at him.
The man replied proudly, “I make no secret of my name—I am Yang—”
Bang!
Before he could finish, Su Yifan’s palm flashed out, reducing him to a mist of blood.
“I gave you a chance to announce your name, yet you wasted it,” Su Yifan said indifferently.
At this, those who had been eager to make an example of him fell instantly silent.
Good lord, was this brutality not excessive? His strikes were swift and merciless, leaving his opponents no chance to react!
“Does anyone else wish to step forward?” Su Yifan swept his gaze across the room.
No one moved.
The King’s face grew ugly.
Damn it! Just moments ago, they were all full of bravado, but now not a single one dared utter a word—a bunch of useless cowards!
Just as he was about to act himself—
“Young man, let me test you.”
A frail, white-haired old man stepped out, leaning on a cane. With each step, the ground trembled slightly—a sign of formidable strength.
“It’s Old Mu!”
“With Old Mu stepping in, this brat is finished.”
“Old Mu is a martial master now—this boy won’t leave here alive!”
As the old man approached, the crowd murmured excitedly, clearly recognizing him.
Seeing someone take up the challenge, the King nodded in satisfaction. This old man was beneath him in strength, but perfect for probing Su Yifan’s true abilities.
Su Yifan looked at the old man and shook his head. “You’re too weak. You’re no match for me. I’ll give you a chance—leave now.”
“Heh, young man, don’t be too arrogant, or you might just embarrass yourself,” the old man replied, stepping forward—and in an instant, vanished.
He reappeared less than a meter from Su Yifan, striking out with a palm aimed at Su Yifan’s face.
“You asked for this,” Su Yifan said, his body flickering as he disappeared.
The old man’s attack struck nothing but air.
“Where is he?”
For a moment, not just the old man but everyone in the hall had lost sight of Su Yifan.
The old man scanned the surroundings, searching in vain. Panic began to set in.
He thought to himself, If only I had left when I had the chance.
But now that the bow was drawn, there was no turning back. He had no choice but to press on.
Suddenly—
“Die.”
A chilling voice rang out. Su Yifan appeared behind the old man, his foot lashing out and striking straight at the old man’s spine.
Sensing the imminent danger, the old man thought, Not good!
In the next instant—
Boom—
A surge of master-level energy erupted! A semi-transparent shield of inner strength appeared behind the old man, protecting his back.
“What… What is this…?”
The crowd gasped in shock.
This was a feat only martial masters could achieve—
Projecting inner strength beyond the body!
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