Chapter Twelve Conflict

  As soon as the cold voice was heard, the gaze of the people in the pavilion immediately focused on Su Han and his companion, their eyes filled with pity, ridicule, and disdain.

  Lei Ning even more contemptuously stared at Yue Chong, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain.

  After being secretly promoted by the Zhao family, the entire Xiyuan Town already knew about the betting agreement between the Su and Zhao families. Su Han also became a topic of conversation in Xiyuan Town. However, the fact that Su Han's dantian was broken had already been widely spread, and in the eyes of those young men and women, he was just a poor guy who could only reflect Zhao Jun's brilliance. One was a waste with a broken dantian, while the other was a strong man who had reached the peak of the four heavens at a young age. The outcome of that martial arts competition was already self-evident.

  If the Su family suffers this defeat, 70% of their industry will fall into the hands of the Zhao family. Without strong economic support, the Su family's status in Xiyuan Town will also plummet, and their final outcome is worrying. Many small families are waiting to take advantage of the situation and bite a piece of flesh from the Su family, increasing their own family's strength.

  Su Han's gaze swept across, and he saw a young man wearing brocade robes, with an ordinary appearance, but with a hint of uncomfortable gloominess between his eyebrows, walking towards him in big strides.

  Su Han recognized the young man at a glance, his name was Zeng Tie, and he was a young man from the Zeng family in Xiyuan Town. The Zeng family was a vassal of the Zhao family and had a very hostile relationship with the Su family, whether it was between elders or younger generations.

  Su Han gave Zeng Tie a disdainful glance, as if looking at a stray dog by the roadside: "Which family's ill-mannered dog actually ran here to bark wildly, how annoying."

  "Haha."

  “……”

  A burst of laughter immediately came from the pavilion.

  In front of everyone, Zeng Tie's face suddenly turned bright red with anger, his eyes filled with indignation, as if his dignity had been insulted. His body tensed up, his internal energy surging, he walked towards Su Han and said in a cold voice: "You little beast, who are you cursing?"

  Su Han Lian didn't even give Zeng Tie a second glance, as if the young man in front of him was just a stray dog. He strode towards the pavilion: "Scram, I don't want to have anything to do with dogs like you."

  "Good! Good! Good!!! Su Han, you have guts, daring to scold me. Today, I'll teach you a lesson and let you learn how to be a human being!!!"

  A fierce glint flashed in Zeng Tie's eyes, his internal energy surged, and with a slight movement of his foot, he pounced towards Su Han like an eagle. His palms suddenly enlarged by a circle under the enhancement of his internal energy, and the color of his palms also turned pale red, emitting a rusty smell, and struck Su Han's back with a swift and fierce force.

  "Red Sand Palm! This is the Zeng family's second-grade martial skill, Red Sand Palm. Zeng Tie has actually used his martial skills, it seems he's going to go all out!"

  "To deal with Su Han, this waste, Zeng Tie actually used martial skills. It seems that Zeng Tie is also furious. His palms turned pale red, obviously his cultivation has already reached the Three Heavy Bones Realm of Post-Heaven. With this palm strike, Su Han will probably lose half his life."

  "He has no real power, yet he's so arrogant, this Su Han is truly asking for humiliation."

  “……”

  The young men and women on the pavilion were looking over here, discussing and speculating. They seemed to have already seen Su Han's miserable outcome.

  Lei Ning's eyes revealed a hint of disdain and sarcasm as he sneered: "Idiot!"

  Gu Xiang's eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her beautiful eyes. As the hostess of the Western-style tea party, she was not pleased that Zeng Tie had resorted to violence here.

  "Get out!!"

  Su Han seemed to ignore Zeng Tie, but in fact he had been paying attention to Zeng Tie's movements all along. As soon as Zeng Tie moved, Su Han took a step forward, turned around, and with a whooshing sound, heavily struck Zeng Tie's body, unleashing the terrifying internal force of his acquired fourth-level condensed energy state.

  Wow!!!

  He bit down on that leg, and with a cracking sound, the bone snapped in two. He himself spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward six or seven meters like a defeated rag doll, collapsing to the ground.

  A moment of silence, everyone watched this scene, and a hint of incredulity flashed in their eyes. Zeng Tiennuo was a strong man who had practiced the Three Heavy Bones after the day, his body's bones were almost comparable to fine iron, and he was the most outstanding young man in the Zeng family. He was actually defeated by Su Han with one move, no one dared to believe it.

  "Hasn't his dantian already been shattered?"

  "Ou Physician clearly said that his dantian was shattered and he would never be able to cultivate again. How could he possibly defeat Zeng Tie so easily?"

  “……”

  After a while, the sound of discussion gradually rose in the pavilion. At this time, everyone's gaze at Su Han had changed, no longer with contempt, pity, or ridicule.

  Gu Xiang stared at Su Han, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes: "Four days ago, he reached the Condensation Realm. No wonder Su Yan let him challenge Zhao Jun. It turns out that he is also an outstanding martial arts genius."

  Gu Xiang had always been puzzled as to why the cunning and treacherous Su Yan would let a useless person like Su Han go challenge Zhao Jun, who possessed a condensed air boundary cultivation. Now she finally understood.

  Lei Ning's face showed a hint of shock, the disdain in her eyes completely gone, and she finally began to take Su Han seriously, someone she had never looked at before.

  "Su Han, this isn't the Su family's teahouse. You're so ruthless, injuring my brother here. How dare you be so arrogant! I'm going to teach you a lesson on behalf of your father, you little beast!"

  In the midst of the crowd, a young man about twenty-three or four years old, with a height of eight feet, wearing a black tight-fitting outfit, walked step by step towards Su Han, his face gloomy. With each step he took, his aura increased, and combined with his height, it gave people a strong sense of oppression.

  Su's voice was cold and mocking: "What a joke, Zeng Wu. This isn't even the Zeng family's territory. And to get to the bottom of it, that little dog Zeng took the initiative to attack me, I just defended myself and taught him a lesson. If you still have some face and upbringing, you should leave with him together. Now you're shamelessly trying to bully someone younger than you, fighting with me? You're really shameless. You're almost a generation older than me, yet so unreasonable, it seems like you've been living like a dog all these years."

  "What a sharp-tongued and sharp-mouthed fellow. Alright, if I don't break a few of your bones today, my surname isn't Zeng."

  Zeng Wu's face suddenly turned dark, and just as his momentum was about to reach its peak, he suddenly became like a hungry wolf with a terrifying aura. With a flip of his palms, he fiercely struck towards Su Han's face.

  Na Zengwu's palms suddenly emitted a crisp crackling sound as his internal energy circulated, and then bulged with small red dots the size of sand grains, turning red in color, while stirring up a whirlwind with a strong iron rust smell.

  "He has actually cultivated the Red Sand Palm to the level of Small Success, which is truly impressive. In this way, the power of his Red Sand Palm is even stronger than that of a third-grade martial skill."

  "His palms had already reached the realm of being able to withstand sword slashes, but this martial skill was extremely difficult to cultivate to even a small extent. This warrior's skills were truly not simple."

  “……”

  Seeing Zeng Wu actually cultivating the Red Sand Palm to a small success, the young men and women in the pavilion were all very moved. Any martial skill, wanting to practice to a small success is not simple at all. In Xiyuan Town, there are only a few young people who can cultivate their family's martial skills to a small success.