The T-shaped staff is an ancient weapon with a history spanning over a thousand years in Xia Country. Compared to swords, spears, and other conventional weapons, the staff is relatively obscure, and few are skilled in its use.
The pair of staffs in Lin Chen's hands were heirlooms of the Yang family, and their extraordinary quality was evident just from their material. Cold to the touch and incredibly heavy, their terrifying power when infused with inner energy was undeniable.
Lin Chen looked at An Yi with disbelief. This guy suddenly gifting him such a pair of staffs gave off the vibe of a weasel paying respects to a chicken—completely out of character!
Still, he accepted the favor.
Perhaps this guy wasn’t entirely rotten after all.
An Yi’s face was icy.
He really wanted to curse.
After adding a full 100 points of goodwill, it still reset to zero! These staffs were a total waste!
What was even more infuriating—
Last time, after he took the demonic sword "Dragon Fang," Lin Chen’s destiny value, which had dropped to 95, had climbed back up to 100 again!
Talk about shooting himself in the foot!
An Yi was now truly experiencing this feeling firsthand—it was downright suffocating!
Now, what he needed to figure out was how to get these "Cloud-Splitting Staffs" back.
Ding! The protagonist Lin Chen’s goodwill has returned to normal. Unlocking the main storyline quest: [Wolf King’s Revenge]!
A main storyline quest?
An Yi was stunned. So, only after raising that poker-faced guy’s goodwill could the follow-up quests be unlocked?
"Senior… can I leave now?"
The Dark Taoist, bruised and battered, asked weakly.
He had already handed over a treasure like the Cloud-Splitting Staffs.
Usually, righteous folks would spare small fries like him after winning, giving them a chance to make a comeback.
But seeing An Yi’s dark expression, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
He wondered if he should fight to the death.
As a dark-force cultivator at the Hidden Strength realm, even though An Yi had beaten him to a pulp, if he really wanted to kill him, An Yi would still have to pay a price!
"Since you’ve handed over the gift, you can go."
An Yi waved dismissively. "An old man like you has it tough. Be careful on your way."
What a kind soul!
The Dark Taoist wiped his tears with his sleeve, sobbing dramatically—though his eyes flickered with malice.
This kid was strong, but still too naive!
Mercy would cost him dearly!
The moment the Dark Taoist turned around—
A chill shot down his spine.
A devastating fist force exploded against his back!
Thud!
A dull impact echoed.
Blood trickled from the Dark Taoist’s lips as he collapsed face-first.
"Backstab—triggered Sneak Attack effect!"
Caught completely off guard, how could the Dark Taoist possibly resist?
"You’re the first person to trust me like this."
An Yi retracted his fist, sighing inwardly. "At your age, you should know better."
Lin Chen: "..."
"Mission accomplished."
An Yi smirked, dragging the unconscious Dark Taoist and tossing him next to the equally unconscious Song Yan.
He knew the Dark Taoist had a deadly trump card. If the old man had gone all out, the outcome would’ve been uncertain.
Of course, the Dark Taoist never expected this kid’s sneak attacks to come with a damage bonus.
Wu Tong’s eyelids twitched violently at the sight.
This kid!
Utterly shameless! Despicable! No sense of honor!
He had zero martial integrity!
What kind of influence would Fang Jueming have under him?!
"Fang Jueming’s improved a lot, huh?"
Watching Fang Jueming battle Qian Xiu, An Yi mused.
Back in the underground fight club, he was just a kid at Red Poison’s mercy. Now? He was already half a step into the Manifested Strength realm!
"Poker-face, where’s that bastard who wanted a concubine?"
An Yi scanned the surroundings, but Yang Heng was nowhere to be seen.
That guy was the mastermind.
Lin Chen’s expression darkened. "Wasn’t watching him. He escaped."
Yang Heng might’ve been weak, but his danger sense was top-notch. The moment he saw the Dark Taoist losing, he slipped away silently.
No way was he sticking around!
Dealing with An Yi alone was hard enough, and now there was that cold-faced axe-fist Wu Tong too?
No chance of winning—better to run!
"Damn it, all useless! Lost my family heirloom and didn’t even get the girl."
Yang Heng, now far from the Qin family villa, cursed as he walked.
He paused, glancing at his Rolex, a dull smirk creeping onto his face.
"Should be about time. At least the Law Enforcement Bureau’s side is handled. Didn’t fail the immortal’s task."
He knew tonight was just the spark.
Xia Country—no, the entire world—was about to descend into chaos!
And for the Yang family, this was their chance to rise!
Back at the Qin villa—
With the Dark Taoist and Song Yan dealt with, everyone relaxed.
Only Fang Jueming and Qian Xiu were still fighting.
Seeing the Dark Taoist ambushed and that shameless brat An Yi plus the cold-faced guy who beat Song Yan watching, Qian Xiu’s heart sank further with each strike.
He was the weakest here!
So, death was inevitable?
Fine. But he’d drag this kid down with him!
Qian Xiu’s eyes grew wilder as he swung the tombstone with furious momentum.
If it were An Yi, at the same strength level, he’d have a hundred ways to cheese this tombstone-wielding guy.
But Fang Jueming was different. His straightforward nature made him believe in his fists alone.
Boom!
His fist slammed into the tombstone.
Qian Xiu staggered back slightly, but Fang Jueming pressed on relentlessly.
An Yi’s expression turned serious.
He could tell Fang Jueming was using Flash Fist—but it wasn’t the same as what he’d taught.
It had merged with a bold, domineering fist technique, elevating its power further.
"Not bad."
An Yi was impressed.
This kid was a genuine martial arts prodigy.
Back then, with just two incomplete Flash Fist moves, he’d deduced the third on his own.
No wonder he was chosen as a protagonist.
Fang Jueming’s fists were now bleeding, the crimson staining his bandages.
But he didn’t retreat.
With unstoppable momentum, he threw his third punch.
Boom!
The fierce strike was blocked by the tombstone again.
Qian Xiu grinned mockingly. "Kid, you don’t even have a weapon. You think those fists can kill me? Go on, shatter this tombstone if you can!"
Ignoring the taunt, Fang Jueming’s eyes burned with determination as he twisted his body—
Flash Fist!
Fourth Layer Fist Force!
This punch was even fiercer than the last.
Qian Xiu raised the tombstone—
Crack!
The black tombstone split apart!
"Impossible!"
Qian Xiu shrieked, staring at the web of cracks covering the ancestral tombstone.
And in that instant—
Fang Jueming struck again! His fist tore through the air with a howling gale!
Flash Fist!
Fifth Layer Fist Force!