My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 412: Episode 0411: Challenge (One More) – Part 1
 

The car sped wildly down the road, not knowing how many red lights it had run through.

In Ye Xiong’s mind, all that echoed was that one sentence from Yang Xinyi.

“Please let me go, just pretend I’m dead, that I never existed, okay? Stop bothering me.”

Her haggard appearance kept surfacing in his mind, weighing on his heart like a heavy stone.

Damn love, he had never thought that a woman could make him feel so miserable.

In less than twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of a martial arts gym.

Ye Xiong got out of the car and strode up.

Above the entrance of the gym, the signboard read “Renyi Martial Arts School” in golden letters that danced like dragons and phoenixes, exuding an extraordinary aura.

What a thing to call ‘renyi’.

Putting up a sheep’s head but selling dog meat, outwardly displaying the banner of righteousness and honor, but secretly committing heinous crimes – could such criminal overlords even talk about ‘renyi’?

What is called darkness, is when right and wrong are indistinguishable – that is true darkness.

In today’s Huaxia Country, organizations of a truly criminal nature no longer exist in plain sight, all whitewashed under various guises, like this Renyi Martial Arts School, which on the surface recruits disciples for strengthening the body but in reality, recruits for the San Shexing to avoid investigation.

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Inside was a courtyard, from which came the sound of huffing and puffing; many people were practicing martial arts within.

Ye Xiong looked up at the two characters for ‘renyi’ above his head and suddenly leapt up, the Demon Blade in his hand flashing.

A streak of cold light passed, and the golden characters for ‘renyi’ fell from the sky, crashing to the ground with a thunderous sound.

Ye Xiong carried the character for ‘ren’ in one hand and ‘yi’ in the other, and marched inside.

Inside, dozens of disciples were practicing martial arts. Seeing someone burst in, they rushed over.

One of them shouted loudly, “Who the hell are you, and what are you doing at Renyi Martial Arts School?”

Ye Xiong threw down the characters for ‘renyi’ with a loud clatter, then coldly spat out two words, “Dojo challenge.”

“Bastard, he actually took down our gym’s sign.”

“An ignorant fool.”

“This guy must be here to make trouble; let’s disable him.”

Voices rose all around, filled with indignation.

The worst fear for a martial arts gym is being challenged by someone else.

And the most humiliating way to be challenged is to have your gym’s signboard torn down – that’s even more shameful for the disciples than being slapped hard across their faces.

Four disciples were the first to make a move, pouncing fiercely, their fists aiming for Ye Xiong’s head.

Bang bang bang bang!

Four dull thuds sounded, and the disciples collapsed in front of Ye Xiong, their fist-clenching actions quickly turning into clutching their stomachs and rolling on the ground in pain.

The people around hadn’t even seen Ye Xiong make a move, and already some had fallen.

“I have no interest in fighting trash—call out Duan Wu,” said Ye Xiong coldly.

His voice carried boundless murderous intent, and it felt like the temperature around dropped several degrees.

“Our gym leader is not someone you can just see whenever you wish. Everyone, grab your weapons; let’s chop him up,” shouted a leading disciple from the crowd.

At his command, disciples quickly took various swords, spears, maces, and other weapons from the racks around them, surrounding Ye Xiong tightly.

Ye Xiong stood resolute, his gaze sweeping fiercely around him.

Four disciples were the first to attack; various weapons ferociously came at him.

Ye Xiong moved.

The Nine Palaces Mystic Step was most suitable for close combat; such rapid attacks were a child’s play for him.

His footsteps were unhurried, as if he were just taking a stroll, but each step taken was perfectly timed to dodge an attack.

With a grasp of his five fingers, he caught the wrist of the first disciple who held a blade and twisted forcefully.

A series of cracking sounds followed, and the disciple’s arm was dislocated. Ye Xiong delivered a swift kick that sent the disciple crashing into the second, and the two of them flew backward.

A third disciple thrust with his long spear; Ye Xiong trapped it under his arm and gave it a powerful swing. Under the tremendous force, he hurled the disciple through the air.

The last disciple attempted a sneak attack from behind, but it was as if Ye Xiong had eyes on the back of his head. He dodged a slash, and before the disciple could react, the blade was already in Ye Xiong’s hand.

Ye Xiong delivered a vicious chop onto the disciple’s hand.

“I’m screwed.”

Just as the disciple thought his arm was going to be chopped off, a wave of intense pain hit him as he was struck by the back of the blade on his hand, causing him to scream in agony. However, it was much better than having his arm severed.

The entire process took less than ten seconds, and all four disciples armed with weapons were injured, utterly unable to put up a fight.

The surrounding disciples were completely stunned.

They had seen masters before, but they had never seen a master like this in their entire lives.

Every move was a one-hit kill.

“Bring out Duan Wu,” Ye Xiong warned again.

The lead disciple clenched his teeth and shouted loudly, “Everybody attack together, I refuse to believe he can defeat dozens of us.”

At that moment, all disciples charged over recklessly.

“Hold on!”

Ye Xiong roared.

Startled by his roar, the disciples instinctively stopped.

Ye Xiong walked over to the rack and put on a pair of boxing gloves before he walked into the crowd and said indifferently, “This way, I shouldn’t kill anyone.”

“Damn, this guy is too arrogant.”

“Let’s go for it.”

“I refuse to believe he’s got three heads and six arms.”

A swarm of disciples rushed over en masse.

Ye Xiong’s mind was in chaos at that moment, as the frustration harbored at his aunt’s house and the mood affected by Yang Xinyi completely exploded.

All of a sudden, he charged into the crowd, stepping with the Nine Palaces Mystic Step, his fists howling with wind, and his body releasing countless Gang Qi. His Inner Strength circulated wildly within his body, making him look murderous.

Bang, bang, bang!

Ahhh!

Thud, thud, thud!

Countless bodies were sent flying like sandbags, accompanied by screams, landing far away on the ground.

Ye Xiong, with all his firepower unleashed and in a rampage, was like an ancient savage beast.

With every punch thrown, someone was sent flying several meters away, the massive strength causing them to feel like they were on a roller coaster. Because he was wearing thick boxing gloves, no one was killed, but there were still those with bruised faces, foaming mouths, and bleeding from the corners of their eyes.

In less than five minutes, dozens of disciples were down, none of them standing, all writhing in pain on the ground.

“Trash, get up!”

“Is this the extent of your strength, what a joke!”

“Didn’t you want to chop and kill me? Come on.”

Ye Xiong walked over, picked up the disciples, and had them get up and continue fighting.

But these disciples, all injured to varying degrees, dared not approach again.

They realized this guy wasn’t so much here to challenge the dojo, but more to vent his frustrations.

Looking at him, he was like a mad dog, and now anyone who approached was just asking for bad luck.

Thus, a strange scene unfolded.

No matter where Ye Xiong went, the disciples would avoid him like he was the plague, staying far away.

Consequently, a vacuum formed around Ye Xiong, with no one daring to come within ten meters.

Phoenix hurried over and upon seeing the situation, she was at a loss for words.

She hadn’t expected the fight to be over so quickly.

Thankfully, it seemed no lives were lost. This guy still had a shred of reason even in his rage, knowing to put on boxing gloves.

Looking at Ye Xiong in the center, bare-chested with muscles as solid as rock, Phoenix was momentarily stunned.

There were several slowly bleeding wounds on his body; it was unclear whether the blood was his or someone else’s, but he looked incredibly fierce.

“Not fun, not fun at all.”

Ye Xiong took off his boxing gloves, walked over to the disciple who had ordered the attack, picked him up, and said indifferently, “I’ll ask one more time, where is Duan Wu?”