Chapter 265 - Chosen by the Story, Not Eligible to Be Naive

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In the capital city, Su Family's Lixin Estate.

Su Fuhua was drinking water when his finger suddenly trembled as if accidentally dropping an expensive purple clay cup filled with green tea onto the floor, shattering it into pieces.

"Grandpa, are you alright" Su Tianran hurriedly asked: "Quick, let's clean up."

Su Fuhua heaved a deep sigh and looked at his finger, saying: "I'm getting old and useless. I can't even hold onto a cup anymore."

"Grandpa, please don't say that," Su Tianran couldn’t bear to hear their elder speaking this way: "You're still in good health. When I have kids, you'll take care of your great-grandchildren."

But Su Fuhua didn't continue the conversation and instead said: "I have a bad feeling in my heart."

Su Tianran knew who his grandfather was referring to and thus comforted him, saying: "Grandpa, don't worry. Master Xie is so powerful; this trip to Japan will certainly be fine."

"Before he lost his arm, he was even stronger, yet that brat still managed to break one of his arms," Su Fuhua sighed and said: "Xie Ping'an's mindset for this trip wasn't right. He is too impatient and easily angered, completely losing his usual composure. His chances of winning are less than 20%."

Su Tianran knew that what his grandfather was saying was true but still asked: "Then why didn't Grandpa stop Master Xie"

"Do you think I want to watch him die unnecessarily" Su Fuhua said: "Even if I stopped him, he would secretly go."

Su Tianran nodded slightly and finally remained silent.

Indeed, as one of the top experts under Su Fuhua in his prime, Xie Ping'an was well-known and had a broad network. It was easy for him to learn about Wang Zheng's trip to Japan. Even though Wang Zheng wore a mask during their fight last time, the look in those eyes and the aura around his eyebrows were unforgettable; thus, he easily found out it was Wang Zheng.

This grievance must be avenged by Xie Ping'an, even if it costs him his life.

However, although Su Tianran nodded to show agreement, deep down, he didn't believe Xie Ping'an would lose. Who was Xie Ping'an Someone famous for decades, known as the King of Wing Chun battles, who had defeated countless opponents bare-handed! How could such a person be defeated by a man barely thirty years old

"If this is true, then he's indeed much stronger than I imagined."

Looking up at the luxurious chandelier, Su Tianran sighed softly: "Wang Zheng, Wang Zheng... Where are your limits The Japanese can't stop you; Xie Ping'an can't either. Just where is your limit"

Facing such opponents in the same era is undoubtedly a sorrow for Su Tianran. However, Su Jia's eldest son has never been someone who fears battle; like Wang Zheng, the stronger his opponent, the more energy he can unleash.

This fight has only just begun.

...

Fighting two opponents alone is quite a strain. Xiao Chenyu could only hold back Qiang Dongsong in the end, while Katie seized her chance to retreat.

"There are so many experts in China," was Katie's sole thought at that moment.

Having successively encountered Wang Zheng, Li Minghao, and Xiao Chenyu, although their abilities were all on par with hers, Katie clearly saw the immense potential hidden within this sleeping ancient behemoth known as China. The number of experts in the civilian sector made the Dark Military School's Asian plan even more challenging to advance.

However, when Katie arrived at the battle site between Wang Zheng and Xie Anping, seeing the ground littered with shredded flesh, despite her extensive experience, she still felt a wave of nausea.

Katie carefully examined each piece of blood-soaked flesh on the ground, noticing that they were uniformly sized pieces about an inch in size. Clearly, this wasn’t caused by explosives or cutting up bodies after death.

This was true dismemberment!

"Only power," Katie muttered to herself, still in shock: "only unrivaled strength could accomplish such a feat."

Katie didn't know how far Principal Mars could go if he unleashed his full potential, but in her estimation, it couldn’t be much more than this.

...

Sitting in the car, Li Minghao and Wang Zheng were silent for a long time before saying simultaneously: "Who is he"

Afterwards, they exchanged bitter smiles. There are just too many experts in the world; they could only see through a keyhole at best.

"Could this speed and strength belong to Dark Military School's Principal Mars" Li Minghao analyzed: "Mars is known for his speed and power, but even if it’s not him, could he be from his same school"

"No, definitely not," Wang Zheng said while pressing the accelerator pedal down. "That idiot Mars wouldn’t show off like this. He's Chinese, though I can't identify his martial art style, I can feel that it’s not Western kung fu and also not Xie Anping’s Wing Chun-like external techniques; it is definitely a form of internal qigong boxing and absolutely the master of traditional Chinese internal martial arts."

"Internal qigong boxing Which one could be so fierce and domineering Could it be something like Baguazhang" Li Minghao wanted to say this all along, but he had never convinced himself.

"Chinese martial arts combine hardness and softness. Excessive hardness can be brittle, while excessive softness is weak; neither extreme is desirable."

"Tai Chi, Xing Yi Quan, Bagua Zhang—I'm not sure which one it is, but he might have mastered several of them, and there must also be some form of qigong involved. Otherwise, relying solely on external techniques wouldn't result in the kind of damage inflicted upon Xie Ping'an."

"Tai Chi can be just as formidable; no mere external techniques could withstand it." Recalling old man Wang Fanghe's Tai Chi performances, Wang Zheng felt a sense of awe.

The movements were slow to an extreme but produced afterimages, creating a visual paradox that seemed remarkably harmonious. Perhaps only someone like the old master could truly grasp life's essence and understand the ultimate principles of internal martial arts.

Even though they had washed at the sink, Wang Zheng and Li Minghao were still enveloped in the smell of blood from Xie Ping'an’s exploded body.

This scene would undoubtedly be etched into the memories of these two men for life.

A master who had been famous for years was just casually killed before their eyes, with not even fist-sized chunks of flesh to be found! Such a gruesome end for a grandmaster could only evoke feelings of sorrow and regret.

"I'm certain that guy is insane," Wang Zheng stated firmly: "Absolutely."

"Why didn't he kill us just now" Li Minghao asked, puzzled.

"I don’t know. I have no idea either," Wang Zheng replied thoughtfully: "If he wanted to kill me, it would've been a piece of cake."

"Could you have defended against him if he had attacked us" Li Minghao asked himself and answered his own question: "If he used the method he applied on Xie Ping'an against me, I probably wouldn’t last even one move. Before today, I thought myself quite formidable, but after seeing how effortlessly he crushed Xie Ping'an, I truly understood that there are those who surpass us; this guy is no ordinary man."

"He had no intention to kill me just now—if he did, I would have sensed it," Wang Zheng said confidently: "I didn’t even realize when he was standing behind me. When he spoke, his voice startled me; it sounded like a saw being dragged across metal."

"Maybe he concealed his killing intent," Li Minghao replied with a hint of sarcasm: "For people at this level, whether or not they have killing intent is irrelevant as long as they possess the means to kill. Unlike us, we can't kill someone without that intent."

Wang Zheng suddenly asked: "If we were to team up and fight him, what do you think our chances would be"

Liang Minghao answered immediately without hesitation: "With your close combat and my long-range attacks, maybe we’d have a ten percent chance. If both of us used close-range techniques, I doubt we’d even stand one percent."

"What if there were three of us" Wang Zheng asked with narrowed eyes.

"Who are the three of us" Li Minghao was momentarily confused.

"What do you think" Wang Zheng glanced at Li Minghao.

"Qiangzi..." A look of reminiscence appeared in Li Minghao's eyes: "If we add him, our chances of winning would be around 30% to 40%, after all, the title of Sniper God is not without reason."

Qiangzi, the second strongest man under Dragon Scale, ranked even higher than Li Minghao. After the last battle of Dragon Scale, he left in disappointment and disappeared for many years, with no news about his whereabouts or whether he was alive or dead.

"If Lao Sheng were still here, the four of us working together..." Li Minghao shook his head and dismissed this thought from his mind. Lao Sheng is gone, and will never come back.

"The four of us working together can at least drink a case of Flying Heaven Maotai." Wang Zheng shifted the topic with a laugh, but there was an endless bitterness in his smile.

Li Minghao also remained silent.

This damn life.

To be chosen by fate, one doesn't have the luxury to remain ignorant.

The word 'man', truly is a profound term.

Suddenly, in Wang Zheng's mind, the melody of "Actually I'm Fine" surfaced. Pressing the accelerator, he sped away into the night sky over Japan.

Li Xiaoxiao was lying on the couch at the embassy, resting her hands behind her head as she said, "Chief, we can go back now."

Huo Yan looked at his watch and replied, "Let's wait a bit longer for Wang Zheng."

"Brother Zheng will be fine," Li Xiaoxiao said. "You know what he's capable of. We must first ensure Sister-in-law is safely escorted back home without any mishaps."

After this incident, Li Xiaoxiao felt a bit fearful too; Huo Yan and Shang Chen were his family, they couldn't afford to have anything happen to them.

However, at that moment, the front gate of the embassy suddenly stirred with commotion.

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