"Aaaahhh!!"

Just as everyone was staring at Cheng Zongyang, a blood-curdling scream suddenly erupted from another direction.

It was the young man who had been stopped after attacking Cheng Zongyang. Zhou Zhendong had just shattered his weapon with a single strike and then lopped off his right arm!

If several more of his companions hadn’t rushed out to surround Zhou Zhendong, he would have been beheaded in the next instant!

"Another Treasure Saber!"

The Qiu Family Patriarch, Qiu Fengxing, felt a surge of greed. Disregarding everyone else and forgetting all sense of decorum, he actually charged toward Zhou Zhendong!

He had clearly noticed Cheng Zongyang’s weapon as well! Now, seeing that another person actually possessed one, his mind was naturally set in motion.

However, Cheng Zongyang was currently fighting Lu Yan. If he were to interfere, he was afraid Lu Yan would misunderstand his intentions.

Xu Tieshan and He Shujun both raised an eyebrow at the sight, cursing themselves for being too slow.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhendong, who was on the other side of the fight, immediately swung his blade to shatter the weapons of his attackers and quickly retreated to avoid being surrounded again.

As core disciples, their training involved a dedicated regimen of medicinal baths for Body Forging, and they were already close to reaching the Seventh Grade.

But with a Seventh Grade Realm Martial Artist joining the fray, Zhou Zhendong didn’t dare to clash head-on with such an individual, even with his extensive combat training.

Meanwhile, Cheng Zongyang hadn’t stopped after killing one man on the spot. He appeared before Lu Yan and, using about eighty percent of his power for a probing attack, sent a Great Strength Vajra Palm strike whistling through the air!

’My plan is at stake, so I won’t carelessly reveal my Sixth Grade Power.’

’I have to make them believe I’m also at the Seventh Grade. That way, the Li Family won’t interfere. At the same time, it will prevent the six families from uniting against me!’

Lu Yan dodged the body of his subordinate flying toward him. His fists suddenly tightened, and with a push from his right foot, his body shot forward like a tiger descending a mountain to meet Cheng Zongyang. At the same time, he channeled his full power, slamming a ferocious and mighty fist into Cheng Zongyang’s palm.

Palm met fist. Two tyrannical forces erupted at the point of impact, forcing both men to simultaneously retract their hands. The momentum sent them staggering back several steps.

However, Cheng Zongyang took only two steps back before his right foot instantly halted his momentum. He stared at Lu Yan with a grave expression.

Lu Yan, on the other hand, retreated three steps!

At that moment, Lu Yan stared at Cheng Zongyang in utter shock, a fierce battle lust erupting in his eyes!

He had never imagined that this teenage boy could actually trade a blow with him and come out evenly matched!

’I fight without a weapon; my fists *are* my weapons. But my punch was actually blocked by this brat in front of me?!’

The result of this single exchange, though brief, left Liu Chengdong and the others utterly stunned!

They were well aware of Lu Yan’s strength.

Relying on the Middle Level Martial Arts Technique, the Golden Bear Skill, he had cultivated a powerful physical body with both ferocious defense and immense power. Furthermore, with his High Level Martial Arts, the Iron Mountain Fist, he was a dominant force even among the Lower Three Grade Families.

It was no exaggeration to say that his fists were his strongest weapons; Lu Yan could even block Xu Tieshan’s Heavy Sword with his bare hands!

But now, this kid who had come from who-knows-where had blocked him just like that!

"Hahaha, good! Since you want West City, let’s see if you have the strength to take it! Bring it to me!"

Lu Yan roared the last three words at his clansmen!

Instantly, someone from the crowd hurried forward, carrying a wooden box.

Liu Chengdong, who was not on good terms with Lu Yan, was a little surprised. "Is he going all out now?"

However, to everyone’s surprise, Cheng Zongyang was not foolish enough to wait for his opponent to get ready. With a swing of his Tang Blade, he closed the distance and pressed his attack!

’Why would I be stupid enough to just stand by and watch when I know he’s grabbing something?’

Lu Yan was stunned by Cheng Zongyang’s dishonorable move and could only face his attack bare-handed.

Lu Yan was no fool. Knowing the blade could cut through iron like mud, he would never try to catch it with his hands. Instead, he relied on his own power and combat skills to dodge every one of the Tang Blade’s thrusts, stabs, chops, and sweeps!

He couldn’t block, only dodge, all while looking for a chance to get in close and force Cheng Zongyang to abandon his blade for close-quarters combat!

But Cheng Zongyang’s Great Strength Vajra Palm was also incredibly ferocious. Even with Lu Yan’s formidable physique, the impacts left his arms and fists tingling with numbness!

"Patriarch! The Gloves!"

Just then, as Lu Yan’s fist once again met Cheng Zongyang’s palm and they both staggered back a few steps, his clansman seized the opportunity and threw the Gloves toward Lu Yan.

Lu Yan’s face lit up with joy, and he quickly turned to catch them.

But in the next instant, a sense of crisis washed over him from behind. Lu Yan’s expression changed as he violently twisted his body to dodge the downward chop of the blade.

Watching the cold glint of the blade slice down less than a few centimeters from the tip of his nose, cold sweat beaded on Lu Yan’s back!

’How long has it been since I’ve been this close to death?’

"Wh-what!!"

Before he could feel a moment of relief, his pupils contracted violently, and he was forced to throw his body backward!

The Tang Blade, which had been halfway through its downward arc, had miraculously halted its momentum. The body of the blade twisted to the right, and with a slicing Sword Form, it slashed viciously toward Lu Yan.

It was so fast that even for a battle-hardened veteran like Lu Yan, his dodge was a purely instinctual reaction to danger!

It was like when an object is thrown at your face, and your eyelids snap shut out of pure reflex.

In that kind of situation, you don’t have time to think; it’s just the body’s self-preservation instinct taking over!

For a Martial Artist, this was an instinct for avoiding danger, honed through years of training and combat!

But even with Lu Yan’s impressive reflexes, the tip of the blade still tore through his clothes and sliced open his chest!

A thin gash about ten centimeters long appeared, and red slowly began to well up and fill the wound!