The grassland was vast, adjacent to a reed pond, and a crowd had gathered nearby. The injured were carried away for treatment, leaving behind pools of blood, filling the air with a sense of impending violence.

Wang Xuan stepped forward, facing the crowd without fear. His gaze was nearly palpable, causing discomfort to many who dared not meet his eyes, as they felt the pressure of his spirit.

Silence enveloped the scene; no one dared to speak. Wang Xuan's footsteps fell heavily, initially normal but soon resonating like a drumbeat, creating a rhythm that shook the grass beneath him.

"Dragons and snakes rise together!" murmured an elderly man beside Zhong Qing, recognizing Wang Xuan's buildup. If he didn't explode forth, when he did, it would be with the force of thunder, like dragons and snakes attacking the heavens!

Zhong Qing, tall and graceful, with a pure and beautiful face, looked puzzled and quietly asked why that young man could master two styles of unarmed combat in such a short time.

"There have been such prodigies in ancient times, but they are rare in modern tales; even Old Chen cannot do this," the old man replied solemnly in a low voice. He practiced the Snake-Crane Eight Unarmed Style and understood how difficult it was to achieve such mastery.

"That's truly a prodigy in the old arts. I should recruit him into my exploration team; I care not for the process, only the results," Zhong Qing concluded, falling silent afterward.

The crowd felt an oppressive weight from Wang Xuan alone, and when they saw the grass beneath him crack with many fissures, some trembled.

"He's just a kid; how dare he be so arrogant!"

"There's nothing to fear. Since he claims he can fight us all, let's teach him a lesson!"

As one person took the lead, others followed suit, feeling humiliated at being suppressed by a young man.

Boom!

A man practicing Iron Sand Palm charged first. He was a middle-aged man in his mid-forties, his hands dark as ink, thick as a hammer, showing his high level of mastery. His palms shot out like black lightning, nearly breaking the sound barrier, causing a violent tremor in the air and snapping nearby reeds.

This was a true master, an old-style practitioner, rare in this era.

Crack!

However, when Wang Xuan clapped his palm, the thick Iron Sand Palm was directly blocked, accompanied by a sound of bones cracking.

Bang!

With his second strike, the man's chest caved in, and he was sent flying ten meters into the reeds.

The result shocked many, but since they had attacked, there was no turning back.

A group rushed forward, some indeed skilled, their palms glowing faintly as they struck, emitting a low thunderous sound.

These were clearly individuals who had practiced their body techniques to a certain level, employing the Bodhi Palm with immense power, almost radiating a faint Buddhist light.

On another side, a practitioner used a peculiar body technique, his chest heaving as he exhaled a beam of white light like a flying sword, causing the air to explode as if it were a great detonation.

He had built up this secret force in his lungs, releasing it like a true sword beam, capable of slicing through iron and stone effortlessly.

Those nearby were astonished; indeed, these individuals were formidable, and some masters were quite impressive.

Yet, seeing their techniques, Wang Xuan remained undeterred. He executed the "Dragons and Snakes Rise Together," his palm striking the Bodhi fist, resulting in a sickening crack as the practitioner's hand broke and deformed, blood bursting forth.

Simultaneously, he sidestepped the white light—not out of fear, but due to distaste, not wanting to be tainted by it.

The "Dragons and Snakes Rise Together" was a connected killing technique. As Wang Xuan leaped into the air, the sounds of impacts echoed as four masters were sent flying one after another, with some shoulders exploding, their arms nearly torn off, and others having their chests caved in, fainting from the pain.

Clearly, Wang Xuan had shown restraint. Though he was filled with killing intent, eager to engage in battle, he ultimately did not wish to turn this place into a slaughterhouse.

Had he unleashed his full power, his strikes could have caused opponents to explode instantly.

Wang Xuan hovered in mid-air, not touching the ground, using the force of his kicks to springboard off the four masters, twisting through the air to target others.

With the "Dragons and Snakes Rise Together," his feet moved like a great snake transforming into a dragon, soaring into the sky, accompanied by a fierce wind. He did not land but continued to flip in the air, ruthlessly kicking the so-called masters.

In moments, more than a dozen were seriously injured, flying over ten meters away—some incapacitated, others needing urgent treatment to survive.

With a rush, the crowd dispersed, feeling as if they had encountered a humanoid dragon, a terrifying sight that left them trembling.

"Indeed, he has mastered the ‘Dragons and Snakes Rise Together,' charging forward with thunderous might. They cannot withstand it; he's even more powerful than I am," the elderly man beside Zhong Qing exclaimed, astonished before sighing in admiration.

After Wang Xuan landed, he leaped nearly ten meters in one step, directly chasing after those people. This time, he used the Diamond Fist. If he were to unleash the third move of the Snake-Crane Eight Scatter Hand, it would likely astound those who truly understand martial arts. In a short time, he had roughly mastered two styles, which at least had records in ancient texts.

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Bang! Bang!

The Diamond Fist, a formidable body technique, carried a faint glow on his fists. Every swing sounded like an exploding drum, dull and thunderous; his opponents simply couldn't withstand it.

Wang Xuan chased a group of people across the grass, either sending enemies flying with his punches or leaping into the air to stomp on them, making it seem as if he was in a no-man's land.

These opponents were no match for him; their will had shattered. Most lay on the ground, bloodied and broken, while others had collapsed in fear, too terrified to attack.

"With you scrap metal clowns all mixed together, how dare you act as someone else's blade? You're simply pathetic!" Wang Xuan landed, his clothes stained with a hint of blood from the battle.

"Is there anyone else? Those who practice the New Techniques, or those who instigated this chaos from behind—you can all come forward, whether alone or in a group, I'll take you all on!"

Standing in the center, Wang Xuan scanned the crowd, peering into the distance. He sensed there were indeed more people watching him with hostile intent, hesitating to step forward.

Today, he felt fearless and ready to fight wholeheartedly. Since Old Chen wanted to take advantage of Master Wang, he should be prepared to "catch" the fallout.

Sure enough, soon four individuals approached—a blond man in his thirties. With a wave of his right hand, a golden spear materialized in his grip, shocking everyone.

"Concentration of supernatural material; this person has incredible control!" someone whispered.

Evidently, the hazy golden spear was not a physical object but had formed instantaneously from supernatural material.

The blond man said nothing and, from a distance, directly threw the spear. As Wang Xuan dodged, the golden spear struck the ground, exploding with a bang and creating a large pit.

Wang Xuan vanished from his spot and charged at the four, moving so fast that he avoided another spear and punched one of them, smashing it to pieces!

The crowd erupted in excitement; it turned out this "Little Wang" was not only formidable with his feet but also terrifying with his fists—he was practically a human shredder, with few daring to confront him head-on.

In an instant, Wang Xuan engaged in a one-man battle against the four elite fighters.

Each had extraordinary skills; one had robust spiritual energy that interfered with Wang Xuan, while another's arms sprouted silver chains that ensnared Wang Xuan like a spider's web.

Bang!

Before they could rejoice, Wang Xuan forcefully struggled, breaking the chains as if they were made of paper.

Once he closed in on the four, the outcome was already decided. With a series of thuds, the four elite fighters from the New Technique faction were all defeated, sent flying several meters away.

Wang Xuan swept through them alone, ending the battle in record time.

"Is there anyone else?!" he roared, ready to enjoy a fierce battle before heading into deep space, unconcerned about any mess left behind—any issues, they could just find Old Chen!

For a moment, the area fell silent; no one dared to speak, all were stunned into silence.

After a moment, someone approached, clad in silver armor that gleamed brilliantly and emitted a faint glow, clearly extraordinary.

It was a man wearing a helmet that obscured his face, leaving only his clear eyes visible. He spoke, "I've come for a true sparring match; I have no other intentions."

He did not rush to attack, saying, "This is a supernatural armor crafted from rare materials that exceed even mech armor, capable of bearing supernatural forces. You should be cautious."

Having said that, he charged at Wang Xuan with incredible speed. The silver armor, infused with supernatural materials, allowed him to display extraordinary strength and speed—unless exhausted.

Bang!

As he closed in on Wang Xuan, he threw a punch while simultaneously kicking out in a dragon-snake formation, clearly having practiced the Snake-Crane Eight Scatter Hand.

Wang Xuan dodged like lightning, sweeping a kick that struck the man's waist, causing a violent explosion of silver light and powerful air currents.

True to the armor's quality, it showed no damage from Wang Xuan's kick, still shining brightly and radiating white light.

The man was quick to respond, utilizing impressive the Old Techniques while a radiant light gathered at his brow—a psychic shockwave, evidently amplifying his spiritual power through the special armor.

This person practiced the Old Techniques and was well-versed in new ones, and wore extraordinary armor; his overall strength was indeed formidable, far surpassing the previous opponents.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Eventually, Wang Xuan engaged in a bare-handed confrontation with the supernatural armor, stunning many spectators, especially Zhong Qing, whose pupils contracted as she recognized that this armor was developed with her family's involvement.

Moreover, she realized that the one inside the armor was her family's carefully cultivated "own person"—her younger brother—who had rushed forward to spar with Wang Xuan.

Bang!

As the battle progressed, Wang Xuan repeatedly struck the same spot on the armor, eventually dimming the glow of the chest area and producing a cracking sound.

Zhong Qing felt her heart race, fearing her brother would be seriously injured by Wang Xuan's kick, as his leg techniques were infamous.

In fact, Wang Xuan had not held back too much. After several kicks to the same area, his final strike shattered the supernatural armor, sending a young man tumbling out.

Wang Xuan was about to follow up with another kick when an elder jumped in to block him, engaging in a fierce battle. This surprised Wang Xuan; the elder had fully mastered the Snake-Crane Eight Scatter Hand and was a true super expert.

During their intense clashes, the elder managed to withstand Wang Xuan until he was eventually kicked out, barely grazing his shoulder and staggering back.

The elder nearly fell to the ground, showing a shocked expression—he couldn't believe he couldn't withstand this young man. To him, Wang Xuan seemed… a cut above the young Chen Yongjie!

Wang Xuan leaped towards the young man, but at the last moment decided to hold back, opting to casually slap instead.

Anyone who attacks should expect to receive some injuries. This was Wang Xuan's way of providing "care" to Old Chen. Since those present had stepped down, it was his duty to give them a "lesson," leaving Old Chen to clean up afterward.

A figure rushed in decisively, blocking Wang Xuan and unleashing an the Old Technique punch, employing some means from the New Techniques to create a barrier.

As Wang Xuan's palm struck down, it shattered the barrier. He recognized her as Little Zhong—Zhong Qing.

He genuinely feared that his slap would cause serious harm. If he accidentally killed her, Old Chen would surely be furious, given that she was from a powerful family, and it would be tough for Old Chen to handle.

Wang Xuan appropriately pulled back, but did not entirely relent, preparing to give Little Zhong a light hit—not too hard, as she should be fine. It would make it seem like he had tried to hold back, but ultimately couldn't avoid it.

This was mainly because Little Zhong had once shown interest in him. Now, he would take the opportunity to slightly punish her and scare Old Chen a bit, to prevent him from thinking Master Wang was easy to take advantage of.

Thus, Wang Xuan leaped down, and despite attempting to retract his hand, it inadvertently landed on Little Zhong's pure and stunningly beautiful face.

Zhong Qing's face turned pale in an instant; if that slap landed, given the power behind it, it could very well disfigure her or even destroy half her face. She was utterly frightened and screamed.

It must be said that the elder who had mastered the Snake-Crane Eight Scatter Hand was indeed formidable, acting decisively at a critical moment. He pulled Little Zhong's collar and forcibly yanked her backward.

However, he too was pale and panicked, somewhat clumsily lifting her too high.

Wang Xuan's palm grazed Little Zhong's face and then landed with a thud on her chest—not too hard, but purely due to the elder's intervention, it resulted in this unexpected event.

"Ah…" Little Zhong screamed, mainly from fright, as she knew very well Wang Xuan's capabilities, which could easily puncture someone's chest or obliterate them.

As a girl, if she got hit, she couldn't even imagine the consequences.

"That heavy Diamond Fist—she's done for! Little Zhong is definitely finished!" in the distance, Big Wu called out excitedly, clearly pleased with the spectacle.