Huang Ye, who was eating, soon noticed the three people who had been following him appear one after another in the cafeteria.

After a day, they knew he had returned as a king, and now it was time to lure the snake out of its hole.

After finishing his meal, as per his usual routine, he headed to the dense forest to train his body, and after that, he would practice the fourth level of his techniques.

He hadn't trained his body for some time, and his skin was itching for it.

Deep in the forest, he followed his usual method, lowering his strength, leaving only his shorts on, and started crashing into trees.

This was still the best feeling. After crashing for an hour, Huang Ye sat down to rest for a while.

Just as he was about to start another round of crashing, he suddenly heard the sound of clothes fluttering in the wind.

Ignoring it, Huang Ye continued to crash into the trees.

A shadow floated down from the tree, watching Huang Ye with interest.

Huang Ye stopped and looked at the newcomer, a burly man in his thirties.

The man had a look of disdain on his face.

"Kid, you're quite diligent. But no matter how hard you work, you're still a weakling. With your skills, why bother learning martial arts? You can't even make the branches shake."

"Who sent you?"

"You chose a good place to die," the man didn't answer him.

"Damn it, I'm asking you a question."

The man was taken aback. This kid was about to die, yet he was still acting tough.

"I really don't get it. Why send me for such a small fry?"

"I'll tell you before you die."

"Damn, you're so long-winded. If you don't want to talk, I'll beat you until you do."

With that, he took two steps forward and threw a punch with just ten percent of his strength.

"A mere speck of light dares to shine."

The man also threw a punch, and with a "bang!" Huang Ye's body flew backward.

The man was also pushed back two steps.

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It seemed he was at the Martial Master level. Using just ten percent of his strength against him made for a perfect moving target, much better than crashing into trees.

The man looked at Huang Ye in surprise, not expecting to be pushed back.

He thought that punch would cripple the kid's arm, but after being hit, the kid was still standing there, just shaking his arm.

The report said this kid was at the early Martial Master stage, but now he seemed to be at the mid-stage.

Watching him crash into trees earlier, he shouldn't have had such strength. Was he not going all out?

He had to be careful, or he might really end up in trouble.

"I didn't expect you to be at the mid Martial Master stage. I underestimated you. Come, let's fight again."

The man charged, and Huang Ye defended against more than ten moves, but his speed was noticeably slowing down.

His punches couldn't keep up with the man's, and with a "bang!" he was hit in the ribs and staggered back five or six steps.

The man finally relaxed, realizing the kid was still a bit weak.

He had just been relying on sheer determination to fight him, but after more than ten moves, he couldn't hold on. Now was the time to finish him off.

"Kid, prepare to die!"

The man flipped in the air and lunged forward with a "bang!" Huang Ye was knocked back six or seven steps again.

The sound of bones breaking that the man expected didn't happen.

Damn, this kid was tough. It seemed his daily tree-crashing really did improve his resilience.

Today, let's see how much you can take.

That last punch felt great to Huang Ye. This kind of body training was much better than crashing into trees.

But this guy's strength was a bit lacking. If he were a Martial King, it would be better, with more power.

What a lousy organization, sending just a peak Martial Master to deal with me. They really don't take me seriously.

It seemed they didn't know he had crippled He Bin. These students were slow to spread the news.

The sound of "bang bang bang bang!" kept ringing out as the man punched and kicked, thoroughly enjoying himself.

In his eyes, after being hit hard twice, Huang Ye had no strength to fight back, struggling even to lift his arms.

Like a punching bag, Huang Ye was knocked around by the man, even falling a few times.

But he got up again soon after, earning the man's admiration for his tenacity.

After over a hundred punches, Huang Ye was knocked down again. The man, panting heavily, stopped, thinking this time he wouldn't get up.

The man prayed silently!

His fists were trembling now, not expecting the kid to be so resilient.

Reality was cruel; Huang Ye staggered back to his feet.

Damn, is this kid made of iron? He can still stand up. No, I need to use a weapon.

He had enough fun just now; it was time to end this with a knife.

Pulling out a dagger, he leaped forward.

Still in mid-air, he seemed to hear the sound of the dagger piercing Huang Ye's flesh.

With a "bang!" his wrist hurt, and the dagger flew out of his hand, swiftly disappearing into the forest.

The man looked at Huang Ye in shock. Was that strike just now from him?

How could it be? How could he attack in such a shaky state?

Huang Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Damn it, you cheat, using a dagger. Luckily, I always keep a trick up my sleeve."

"Come on, let's keep fighting. Whoever gives up is a puppy."

Could this kid really have launched a last-ditch attack? The man found it hard to believe.

Huang Ye didn't wait for him to figure it out, stumbling forward.

"Kid, since you want a beating, I'll give you a good one."

Another round of punches, over a hundred again, and the man stopped, really unable to continue.

This kid was like an indestructible Xiao Qiang, taking over two hundred punches and still standing.

The man felt a sense of foreboding. Even a Martial King would be foaming at the mouth after so many punches, but this kid only had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know that even that trace of blood was something Huang Ye had deliberately made.

No, he had been too arrogant today. Without a weapon, if he had brought a longsword, it would have been better.

Continuing like this was impossible. He'd tire himself out before beating him to death. Better to retreat.

"Kid, I see you're someone to be reckoned with. I'll let you go today, and we'll fight again tomorrow."

The man said, panting heavily, not waiting for Huang Ye to reply, and turned to run.

With a "bang!" he collided with something, stumbling back a few steps.

Huh! He had just checked the escape route, and there were no trees ahead.

Looking closely, Huang Ye was standing in front of him, smiling.

"Buddy, that's not cool, trying to run before we're done."

The man wasn't stupid. He realized the kid had been acting all along, using his attacks for body training.

What level was he really at to be so strong? Could he be a body-refining Martial King?

The man frowned. "Young man, that's not right. I said we'd fight tomorrow, why are you being so relentless? I just wanted to spar with you today."

"Tell me, who sent you?"

"Don't push your luck! If I unleash my ultimate move, you'll have no place to die," the man said defiantly.

"Haha, haven't you already used your ultimate move more than once?"

The man's face flushed, grateful for the darkness that hid it from the kid.

"Nonsense, I haven't used my real ultimate move yet."

"Alright, I'll give you a chance to use your ultimate move. Let's see if you can take me down!"

The man was stunned. This kid was impenetrable.

If he didn't let him go, he really had no way to escape. The kid's speed was clearly faster than his.

With a "thud!" the man didn't care about pride or shame, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have acted tough. Please spare me."

"Speak! Who sent you?"