Chapter 34: Let Me Have Three Moves? Are You Sure?

"Let me have three moves? Are you sure?" Su Yifan chuckled.

"Quit your nonsense. If I say—" Li Kun didn't finish his sentence.

Suddenly, Su Yifan's figure flickered and vanished from where he stood.

In the very next instant, he reappeared right in front of Li Kun, landing a resounding slap across his face. With a swift retreat, he returned to his original spot, every movement as smooth as flowing water.

Li Kun had no chance to react. The blow sent him flying more than ten meters, crashing heavily to the ground.

As he struggled to rise, a sweet taste welled up in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably.

The suddenness of the scene left everyone momentarily stunned.

It had all happened so fast — faster than their minds could register.

"Kun, are you alright?" Yang Hong, snapping out of his daze, turned to check on Kun, his voice tight with concern.

He had not expected Su Yifan to strike so abruptly and had been caught completely off guard. Besides, the man's speed was simply outrageous, beyond even what Yang Hong, a martial artist at the early Grandmaster level, could muster.

Could it be some special movement technique?

"I'm fine. It's nothing." Li Kun forced himself upright, wiping the blood from his lips, his gaze now cold and full of venom as he stared at Su Yifan.

How many years had it been? This was the first time he had been ambushed so thoroughly — a humiliation beyond words!

"Kun, let me handle this," Yang Hong offered, stepping forward.

"No! This disgrace is mine to avenge!" Li Kun clenched his teeth, voice harsh with resolve.

Yang Hong retreated, understanding. After years of camaraderie, he knew Li Kun’s temperament: if denied his chance at retribution, this would become a knot in his martial path.

Very well. He would wait and see how things unfolded.

Li Kun returned to his previous position, his tone icy. "Kid, you managed to catch me off guard — I'll grant you that much skill. But from now on, you won't get another chance."

Su Yifan replied calmly, "If I had truly meant to kill you — no, kill all of you — you’d already be dead."

If he had truly wished it, a mere wave of his hand would have sufficed. But killing like that held no satisfaction. For people as arrogant and dismissive as these, only a good slap was truly gratifying.

Li Kun burst out laughing. "You little brat! You only succeeded because of that fancy footwork. Do you really think your strength is that great?"

He had only been caught off guard because of his own lack of vigilance and the opponent’s blinding speed. He refused to believe such speed was the result of true power — it had to be some special movement skill. As long as he kept his guard up, no matter how swift the technique, it would be useless.

"Now I'll show you what true strength means!"

With that—

With a forceful stomp, Li Kun's right foot shattered the stone pavement beneath him.

Then, he shot toward Su Yifan, a blurred afterimage hurtling across the ground. When he was within two meters, he threw a punch straight for Su Yifan’s chest.

"Is that it? Far too slow," Su Yifan remarked, boredom in his tone.

To the onlookers, Li Kun’s speed was impressive, but to Su Yifan, it was no different from that of a snail.

He simply reached out and caught Li Kun’s fist with ease.

"What?!" Li Kun was stunned.

How was this possible? Even Yang Hong would struggle to follow a punch at that speed; how had this kid read his attack so clearly?

He had no time to think.

With a sudden twist, Su Yifan wrenched Li Kun’s arm downward.

A sharp crack echoed.

Li Kun screamed in agony, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Kun!" Yang Hong cried, about to rush to his aid.

But at that moment, Su Yifan’s lips curled into a faint smile. "Is this what you call strength?"

The words had barely left his mouth before he lashed out with a kick, reducing Li Kun to a bloody mist.

The four Su family guards stared in shock.

Moments ago, they had felt an overwhelming pressure from Li Kun — an aura they could not hope to oppose. Yet such a formidable foe had been dispatched with ease by their young master.

That meant his strength had reached an unfathomable level.

On the other side, Yang Hong’s fury exploded at the death of his comrade.

A murderous intent, as ravenous as a beast, surged from him.

He had made his decision: even if the God of War would later fault him, he would kill Su Yifan to avenge Kun!

"Boy, you could have lived a little longer, but now you’ve lost that chance," Yang Hong ground out between clenched teeth.

"Oh? Then let’s see if you can withstand my slap," Su Yifan replied, swinging his hand through the air.

A wave of terrifying energy blasted toward Yang Hong.

Sensing the impending danger, Yang Hong quickly summoned a shield of inner force.

For a moment, he thought he could withstand the attack.

But with a thunderous crash, the shield shattered instantly.

"No—!"

A final, regretful cry rang out as Yang Hong was obliterated into a cloud of blood.

Another Grandmaster had fallen.

The dozens of soldiers standing not far behind were struck dumb with shock.

Coach Yang and Coach Li, both dead? One at the pinnacle of Mastery, the other an early Grandmaster — both gone?

Two formidable figures slain in such a short span — it was simply too much to process.

"You have two choices now," Su Yifan said, his voice calm yet commanding. "Either pick up your weapons and attack me, or leave this place at once."

The words rang in the soldiers' ears like thunder.

Attack him? They all carried guns — but would they even work?

"Did you not hear me?" Su Yifan called out again.

Without hesitation, the soldiers scrambled, rushing for their vehicles and helicopter in a blind panic.

Neither coach had been a match for him.

What chance did they stand?

Within moments, the helicopter lifted the armored vehicle away, retreating from the scene.

"What are you waiting for? Clean up this mess," Su Yifan ordered.

"Yes, young master," the four guards replied, snapping back to their senses and hurrying off for their tools.

Just then, Su Yifan’s gaze sharpened toward a corner.

At the same time, hiding in the shadows, Zheng Yuan cursed silently: "Damn, I’ve been spotted!"

He turned to flee.

But Su Yifan was already behind him, delivering a ringing slap to his face.

The blow sent Zheng Yuan flying several meters. Scrambling to his feet, he forced a sycophantic smile.

"Young Master Su, what a coincidence!"

"Is it?" Su Yifan’s voice was icy.

Gulping, Zheng Yuan stammered, "Well, if I said I just happened to be passing by—"

Crack!

Another resounding slap sent Zheng Yuan flying once more.