Chapter 134: Perfect Preparation, A New Era

Wan Quan shouted, "I'm here to settle the score, and I might as well smash the place while I'm at it!"

Mo Min snorted, staring at Wan Quan with a look of utter contempt. "And you think you can do that, you first-tier piece of trash?"

"I’ll stand here and let you take three strikes without moving an inch. Even then, you wouldn't be able to do a thing to me!"

Wan Quan grinned. "You said it!"

"That’s right, I said it!"

"Bring it on!"

Wan Quan lunged forward. True to his word, Mo Min stood his ground, neither dodging nor parrying, a breezy, nonchalant smile plastered on his face.

"Hah!"

Wan Quan put every ounce of his strength into that punch.

Mo Min’s chest visibly caved in, and he was sent flying backward like a human cannonball.

*Bang!*

The solid wood door of the Mo family villa was shattered, leaving a human-shaped hole that perfectly preserved Mo Min’s pathetic posture.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

After a bout of violent coughing, Mo Min realized several of his ribs were broken, and he was struck with overwhelming terror.

"Impossible!"

"How could a first-tier loser have such tyrannical strength?"

At that moment, the head of the Mo family, Mo Cheng, was finally disturbed. He descended from upstairs, with Mo Chong and Mo Dong trailing behind him, stumbling.

Mo Chong pointed at Wan Quan and shouted, "Dad, this is the guy who did this to me! He’s the young master of that trashy Wan family."

"Oh?" Mo Cheng narrowed his eyes.

After waking his two sons earlier, they had told him Wan Quan was just a first-tier rookie with poor balance. They assumed he had used some underhanded trick to temporarily boost his power to land that heavy blow on Mo Chong. Even with a cheat, his strength shouldn't have exceeded the fourth tier.

But what the hell was that just now? This useless young master of the Wan family had defeated Mo Min with a single punch? Mo Min was a genuine sixth-tier expert! Even if he had been careless and arrogant, there was no way he should have been crippled to this extent by one strike.

Mo Cheng stood on the stairs, looking down at Wan Quan. "Young Master Wan, are you tired of living and decided to come to my Mo residence to die?"

Wan Quan adopted an air of supreme arrogance. With one foot on the ground and the other pressing down on Mo Min’s head, he pointed at Mo Cheng’s nose and cursed, "You must be the head of the Mo family, right?"

"Enough talk! Come over here and take your beating!"

Wan Quan was thrilled. He hadn't come to the Mo residence just to stand up for Lu Ye. If he could single-handedly crush the entire Mo family, it would mean the Wan family would wash away their shame and replace the Mo family's current status among the martial arts clans. The Mo family would instead replace the Wan family as the disgrace of the martial arts world.

Mo Cheng’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. When had the Mo family fallen so low as to be taunted by a young master from the bottom-tier trash of the Wan family?

"Since you’re looking for death, I’ll grant your wish!"

Mo Cheng leaped from the stairs, sweeping a leg toward Wan Quan’s head in mid-air. As the strongest member of the Mo family, a seventh-tier expert, if this kick landed, it would surely crack this young punk’s skull wide open.

*Whoosh...*

Wan Quan ducked sharply. Mo Cheng’s foot grazed his forehead, the sheer force of the wind ruffling his hair.

Wan Quan clapped and mocked, "As expected of the Mo family head! You managed to mess up my hairstyle with just the wind from your leg. Your 'Great Vajra Leg' truly lives up to its reputation!"

"You little..."

Mo Cheng was livid. The moment his foot touched the ground, he launched himself again. When he was less than two meters away, he spun three hundred and sixty degrees for a roundhouse kick, but Wan Quan dodged it perfectly with two side steps.

*Bang!*

Mo Cheng’s foot slammed into the reinforced concrete pillar behind Wan Quan, chipping away large chunks of cement, demonstrating the terrifying power of the blow.

Mo Cheng roared, "You little brat, is that all you can do—just run away?"

"Of course not!"

With those words, Wan Quan formed a fist with his left hand, braced his wrist with his right palm, and thrust forward with all his might.

Mo Cheng raised his leg to block!

*Bang!*

Fist met leg, and neither gave way. Both retreated half a step; Wan Quan’s left hand felt numb, while Mo Cheng’s right leg throbbed with pain.

Both were secretly shocked. Wan Quan was surprised that a seventh-tier expert was stronger than he had imagined, while Mo Cheng was stunned that this little loser from the Wan family was his equal!

"You can't possibly be seventh-tier. What trick did you use to boost your strength to this level?"

Wan Quan laughed, "Sorry, but I am currently a genuine seventh-tier expert!"

Mo Cheng gave a cold, dismissive smile. He didn't believe Wan Quan could leap several tiers in just an hour or two. He was convinced Wan Quan was using some secret technique to temporarily boost his power and wouldn't last long.

"You little animal from the Wan family, if you hand over the secret technique you used to boost your strength, I might consider letting you go!"

Wan Quan spat in disgust. "If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I might consider letting you go too!"

"Stubborn fool! I’ll beat you until you hand it over!"

A secret technique capable of such a massive temporary power boost was a treasure, especially for a mediocre martial arts family like the Mo clan. If they could use it before a tournament, the Mo family’s status would reach new heights.

While parrying Mo Cheng’s kicks with his Tiger-Style fist, Wan Quan laughed wildly, "Old Dog Mo, do you really think you can beat me? I haven't even used my full strength yet!"

It was the truth. Wan Quan wanted to test his own current limits, so he hadn't used the energy Lu Ye had lent him; he was holding his own against Mo Cheng through his own merit. After his body had been cleansed and tempered, he found his understanding of the Wan family’s Tiger-Style fist had deepened significantly.

Actually, the martial arts passed down by his ancestors were not inferior to anyone else's!

Mo Cheng gasped, gritting his teeth. "Keep talking. Your psychological warfare won't work on me!" He had already used his full strength; how could Wan Quan still have a reserve?

Wan Quan grinned slyly. "You don't believe me? How about we both unleash our strongest finishing moves and see who comes out on top?"

Mo Cheng agreed without hesitation: "Let's do it!"

Wan Quan quipped, "Stupid, and you said psychological warfare wouldn't work on you?"

"Damn you, shut up!"

Mo Cheng pulled back and launched himself like a slingshot toward Wan Quan, unleashing the most powerful strike of his Great Vajra Leg!

Wan Quan bent his left knee slightly, stepped back with his right leg into a bow stance, channeled the energy Lu Ye had left in his dantian, and threw a punch straight forward!

*Bang!*

*Crack!*

At the moment of impact, the sound of bones snapping in Mo Cheng’s ankle and knee echoed through the room!

Wan Quan’s entire arm felt numb, but—

"Agh!"

"My leg! My leg is broken!"

Mo Cheng collapsed on the ground, clutching his right leg and wailing. Wan Quan walked over and stepped on his knee, continuing the torment.

"Master Mo, I’m returning the title of 'trash' back to you."

Mo Cheng broke into a cold sweat, begging, "Lift your foot, Young Master Wan, I beg you! Please take your foot off my leg, ahhh!"

Wan Quan didn't listen; instead, he applied more pressure.

"Your son, Mo Chong, lost the match to me. What about the tenfold compensation he promised to Tan Songming?"

Mo Cheng nodded frantically. "I’ll pay! I’ll pay!"

"Please, let me go! If you keep stepping on me, this leg will be completely ruined!"

Only then did Wan Quan move his foot. He sneered, "Transfer the money in front of me now. Then, make a call to my big brother to apologize, and promise that from now on, you won't bother the Tan and Cai families ever again!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Mo Cheng, who had been so arrogant moments ago, was now as submissive as a grandson. Overcome with humiliation, he bit his pale lip and transferred 600 million to Tan Songming right in front of Wan Quan.

Mo Chong and Mo Dong hid on the stairs, watching; the brothers didn't even dare to let out a peep. What a joke—their seventh-tier father was being rubbed into the floor by Wan Quan; were they supposed to go down there and throw their lives away? They could only watch helplessly as Mo Cheng succumbed to the humiliation.

After the transfer, Wan Quan pulled out his phone and called Lu Ye, smiling. "Brother Lu, I didn't let you down!"

He then handed the phone to Mo Cheng and sneered, "The person on the other end is my big brother. You will apologize to him personally."