Chapter 40: With Such Meager Strength, I Advise You Not to Make a Move Against Me

Hearing Su Yifan’s words, the woman who had been watching Ye Wushuang froze for a moment, then turned to Su Yifan with a look of confusion.

“You must be that Su Yifan, right? I’m saving you right now—can’t you read the situation?”

Her name was Xie Wei, leader of the sixth squad of the Dragon Division.

“Saving me? You’re not nearly up to the task,” Su Yifan replied with a curl of his lip.

“You—!” Xie Wei’s face flushed bright red with anger.

Seeing this, Zheng Yuan hurried to intercede, “Captain Xie, please calm down. Young Master Su just has a temper like that.” He looked toward Su Yifan. “Young Master Su, Captain Xie is here to—”

“Shut your mouth,” Su Yifan interrupted coldly. “No one interferes today, or I’ll show no mercy.”

Hearing these words, Zheng Yuan could only fall silent.

Oh Su Yifan, I’m here to help you—how can you be like this?

Hong Jinlong was equally at a loss. After so much trouble bringing in the Dragon Division, you say you don’t need help? That’s the God of War, Ye Wushuang!

Ye Wushuang’s face darkened. “Enough talking. Xie Wei, you’d best stay out of this—you’re not capable of handling it. Today, he must die!”

“Ye Wushuang, you’re a soldier—how can you kill the innocent at will?” Xie Wei pointed at him and spoke sharply.

“Innocent?” Ye Wushuang sneered. “He killed my younger brother and two of my personal guards—you call that innocent?”

“I’ve already investigated your brother’s case. He sheltered the Wang family, nearly causing the destruction of the Su family. As for your two guards, you sent them after Su Yifan without knowing the truth. They tried to kill him in battle, and only then were killed in return,” Xie Wei said, her voice steady and clear. “They brought this fate upon themselves.”

It was true that Su Yifan had killed, but the circumstances left him little choice. Besides, for someone so young to possess such strength—his future potential was immense. If properly cultivated, he could become a pillar of the nation. The Dragon Division’s superiors had said as much: they were to do everything possible to protect Su Yifan.

Ye Wushuang suddenly burst into wild laughter. “Brought it upon themselves? I said it already—this boy dies today. Anyone who stands in the path of the God of War has only themselves to blame!”

With those words, he turned to Su Yifan, murderous intent clear in his eyes.

“Ye Wushuang, how dare you!” Xie Wei ordered sharply, “Together—stop him!”

At her command, two Dragon Division operatives charged toward Ye Wushuang.

Witnessing this, Zheng Yuan asked, “Leader, should we join in?”

Hong Jinlong narrowed his eyes. “This is a perfect chance to show Young Master Su what we can do, and with the Dragon Division backing us up, what’s there to fear?”

“Let’s do it!” With that, the two joined Xie Wei’s team, rushing at Ye Wushuang.

“They really have nothing better to do,” Su Yifan sighed, seeing Hong Jinlong and his companion leap into the fray. He did not join in; he wanted to see how long the four of them could last against Ye Wushuang. After all, as a soldier, Ye Wushuang would not go for the kill.

As the four rushed him, Ye Wushuang’s face showed no mercy. He sent several waves of palm force at them.

Startled by his attack, Xie Wei instantly summoned a shield of energy for protection, and the others followed her lead.

Ye Wushuang was a true Grandmaster, and among the four, even Xie Wei, the strongest, was only at the peak of the Master realm. All they could do was defend.

Explosions rang out as Ye Wushuang’s palms struck their shields, forcing all four to stagger backward.

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang launched another, even more powerful strike.

In the next instant, their shields shattered and all four were sent flying.

“Take this as a warning. Interfere with the God of War again, and you won’t get off so lightly!” Ye Wushuang declared, shifting his gaze to Su Yifan. “Now, it’s time to settle things with you.”

“With that level of strength, I advise you not to make a move against me,” Su Yifan said calmly.

Ye Wushuang, as a soldier and guardian of the nation, deserved respect. If he stood down, Su Yifan would let him go.

But Ye Wushuang merely chuckled. “I only used thirty percent of my strength just now. Did you really think that was all I had?”

Seeing that persuasion was useless, Su Yifan shook his head. “If you’re determined to die, then come.”

He had already given the man a chance. If Ye Wushuang refused to take it, he could only blame himself.

“No one has ever dared to be so arrogant before me. Boy, you’ve chosen the path to your own destruction!” As soon as the words left his mouth, Ye Wushuang shot forward with explosive force, fist raised and aimed straight at Su Yifan.

The wind howled around his punch, even distorting the very air.

“One strike is all I need to kill you,” came Ye Wushuang’s cold, emotionless voice.

This time, he used his full strength—not out of fear of retaliation, but to show everyone that the God of War’s reputation was no empty boast.

“Young Master Su!” Hong Jinlong and Zheng Yuan cried out in unison.

They wanted to intervene, but reality made it impossible. In their eyes, Ye Wushuang’s full-force blow could easily kill Su Yifan.

Xie Wei and her companion, faces grave, felt powerless. They had been ordered to protect Su Yifan, yet now, as he faced death, they could do nothing.

Just as all four believed Su Yifan would die beneath Ye Wushuang’s fist, Su Yifan calmly raised a single hand. As the punch approached, he bent his fingers, then flicked them open.

A terrifying force, as if it could destroy everything, shot from his fingertips and met Ye Wushuang’s fist head-on.

Ye Wushuang could not understand why, but he sensed that if he forced this exchange, at best his hand would be crippled, at worst he would die on the spot.

Why? He, the God of War of the nation, a leader among the young generation—why should he feel such helplessness at this moment?

“It’s over,” Su Yifan said with a faint smile.

Though it was only a casual flick, it was enough.

A thunderous roar shook the field as dust and debris exploded outward, shrouding Ye Wushuang.

“He’s all right! Young Master Su is safe!” Hong Jinlong and Zheng Yuan leapt for joy.

“How is this possible? He’s unharmed?” Xie Wei could not comprehend it.

Su Yifan hadn’t seemed to do anything, yet he remained unscathed?

“Captain, that young man is extremely unusual,” the middle-aged man beside her remarked.

“What did you see?” Xie Wei asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing. That’s exactly why I say he’s strange.”

“Perhaps he is not what we imagined.”

At first, they had all thought Su Yifan was no match for Ye Wushuang, but now it seemed they had underestimated him.

“He wasn’t bragging—he truly is formidable!” Zheng Yuan thought, recalling what Su Yifan said to him the previous day. Only now did he realize the true meaning behind “only a Grandmaster.” All along, he had been the one underestimating Su Yifan.

Su Yifan truly was extraordinary.

As the dust gradually settled, all eyes fixed on the scene.

In the next moment, a new figure appeared where Ye Wushuang had stood.