Chapter 135: Crush Yan Lingxiao with One Hand!
To catch a thief, first catch his king!
This ancient adage flashed through Yan Lingxiao's mind like a bolt of lightning. With his keen perception honed on countless battlefields, he knew that the hundred guns pointed at him were deadly, but they were also his opportunity.
To escape this predicament and turn absolute danger into safety, there was only one path: Capture Shen Anyu!
Capture the Young Master of the Yanxia Shen Family, use him as a human shield, and force these soldiers to stand down. As long as Shen Anyu was in his grip, choking on his own fear, there would be no problem in taking Luo Yuhe and Luo Xiaoxiao away. He could even force the Shen Family to release Dark Asura!
"Die or submit!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In an instant, a deafening series of crackling gunshots echoed through the garden, shattering the morning peace.
Almost immediately, the death squad guards—Shen Anyu's summoned [Shadow Soldiers]—opened fire directly without hesitation. They didn't care about collateral damage; their aim was perfect, targeting Yan Lingxiao's limbs and dantian.
Behind Yan Lingxiao, plumes of smoke burst up, shattering the stone pavement into powder. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and burning ozone.
They were all holding large-caliber machine guns and anti-material sniper rifles, unleashing fierce firepower that could easily penetrate concrete walls, century-old trees, and armored cars.
If a single bullet hit a person, it wouldn't just leave a hole; the kinetic energy would tear the body in two, turning a human into a mist of blood and bone.
However, Yan Lingxiao was the "Dragon King."
His speed was too fast. At the level of a Martial Dao Grandmaster, his explosive speed exceeded a hundred meters per second—faster than the human eye could track. His reaction speed was even more astonishing; to him, the world had slowed down.
He could see the rotation of the bullets. He could see the muzzle flashes expanding like blooming flowers.
He twisted his body in mid-air, defying physics. Bullets grazed his clothes, burning his skin, but failing to hit a vital point. His True Essence flared, forming a blood-red barrier that deflected the shrapnel.
Unless there was a Grandmaster of the same level to intercept him, or if the distance was greater than fifty meters to allow for a barrage spread, it would be impossible to stop a fully unleashed Grandmaster at such a short distance.
Seven meters.
Six meters.
With only seven or eight meters between them, in just a tenth of a second—a blink of an eye—Yan Lingxiao had already breached the defensive line!
He forcefully knocked away two Innate-level guards with a wave of his hand, their bones shattering upon impact. He reached out a large, calloused hand, his fingers curled into eagle claws, aiming directly for Shen Anyu's pale, exposed neck!
'Got you!'
Yan Lingxiao's eyes held a hint of satisfaction and arrogance. Even though he had forcefully unleashed his power, causing his internal injuries to tear open, and many new wounds had burst open on his body from the grazing bullets, blood splattering on the grass...
It didn't matter.
'Shen Anyu, your biggest problem is that you're too weak! You are just a rich silkpants! Even with more guards, they can't protect you from a dragon at close range!'
But, as long as he captured Shen Anyu, everything would be worth it. The game would be turned around!
"Husband!!!"
"Young Master!!!"
Luo Yuhe and Aunt Xiao were immediately frantic. Their screams tore through the air, their eyes splitting with worry and despair. They saw the claw descending, mere inches from Shen Anyu's throat.
"It's over!"
Qingque, standing in the distance amidst the gunfire, watched with cold and beautiful eyes filled with admiration and excitement.
"This is a Martial Dao Grandmaster! This is the Boss! The Leader of the War God Alliance, Lingxiao War God's strength!"
She thought to herself, 'Even though Shen Anyu is the Young Master of the Yanxia Shen Family, with a formidable background and power, and so many powerful guards... at close range, all authority is null and void.'
One person could be an enemy to an entire nation. At five steps, even a monarch could not escape the fate of bleeding three feet!
A distance of seven or eight meters, for a Martial Dao Grandmaster, was less than a tenth of a second. If there were no strong individuals of the same level, they wouldn't even be able to react, let alone dodge.
Unless large-scale weapons were used, with carpet bombing and indiscriminate shelling, dealing with a Martial Dao Grandmaster was as difficult as ascending to heaven!
Shen Anyu lost! Boss Yan Lingxiao won!
Man Hu, hiding behind a pillar, also grinned, ready to burst into laughter. "Haha! The Young Master is dead meat!"
However, the next scene left them stunned and dumbfounded.
Time seemed to freeze.
Shen Anyu didn't dodge. He didn't panic. He didn't even blink.
He simply raised his right hand. It moved casually, like swatting a fly, but the speed was terrifying.
His fist met Yan Lingxiao's claw.
BOOM!
A deafening sound exploded, as if a missile had detonated. An invisible wave of air swept in all directions, flattening the grass and shattering the windows of the nearby villa.
Then...
With a bang, Yan Lingxiao—the invincible Dragon King—flew back at an even faster speed than he had arrived!
He was like a kite with its string cut. He flew backward for twenty meters, directly snapping a one-meter diameter plane tree in half with his back. He continued his trajectory, overturning a parked Porsche like a toy car, and finally crashed heavily into a Villa courtyard wall, collapsing it entirely and burying himself in the rubble.
Dust rose like a mushroom cloud.
The entire place was silent!
The gunfire stopped. The shouting stopped. even the wind seemed to stop.
Everyone stared at the scene before them, their eyes wide, their mouths agape, their jaws almost unable to close.
They saw Shen Anyu standing in the same spot, his feet not having moved a single inch. He slowly retracted his fair, unblemished fist. He blew on his knuckles as if blowing off dust.
He looked at the pile of rubble and lazily said:
"Sorry. I'm stronger than you."
"Husband... you... you, you..."
Luo Yuhe's pink and white small mouth opened, almost large enough to fit an egg. Her clear and beautiful eyes were wide, filled with shock and a new, overwhelming wave of adoration. She looked at Shen Anyu, at the man beside her, in disbelief.
She couldn't imagine that Shen Anyu—her rich, elegant, seemingly fragile husband—could actually send a Martial Dao Grandmaster flying with one punch! How was this possible? Was he a monster in human skin?
"Daddy! So amazing! So amazing!"
Luo Xiaoxiao broke the silence. Her excited big eyes sparkled like stars. She bounced up and down, clutching Shen Anyu's leg. Her small face was flushed with pride; she couldn't be happier. Her daddy was Superman!
"As expected of the Young Master..."
Aunt Xiao wasn't too surprised, but her eyes also held reverence and admiration. The Young Master's strength had finally been revealed. It was too astonishing! He had hidden it so deep!
"Boss..."
Qingque and Man Hu's expressions changed drastically. Their faces turned the color of ash.
"Impossible!" Qingque whispered, her voice trembling. "How can Shen Anyu be so strong?"
They had originally thought that Shen Anyu was just a Young Master, at most with a prominent family background and powerful connections. A lamb protected by wolves.
But now? They realized the lamb was actually a T-Rex.
They hadn't expected that Shen Anyu, at such a young age, just over twenty, would possess strength comparable to—no, superior to—a Martial Dao Grandmaster.
What worried them even more was not knowing how Boss Yan Lingxiao was doing. That impact sounded fatal.
"Cough, cough..."
From amidst the rubble and dust, a hand emerged. Then, a figure slowly stood up.
Yan Lingxiao staggered. His clothes were in tatters, revealing the God-Level Vest underneath which was now dented. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
His gaze was filled with shock, anger, and utter disbelief as he looked at Shen Anyu.
"You... you are also a Grandmaster?"
Although there was an element of underestimation and carelessness—he hadn't used his full defensive Qi because he thought Shen Anyu was weak—being sent flying by Shen Anyu's punch was enough to show the reality.
Shen Anyu possessed strength comparable to a Martial Dao Grandmaster level. Maybe even peak level!
Especially seeing Luo Yuhe and Luo Xiaoxiao's happy and praising expressions... "Daddy is amazing!" "Husband is incredible!"
It stung Yan Lingxiao's heart even more than the physical pain. It was humiliation upon humiliation.
As the dignified Lingxiao War God, how could he lose to someone he absolutely couldn't lose to? How could he lose in front of his woman and daughter?
"I don't believe it! It must be some artifact! Or a hidden weapon!" Yan Lingxiao roared, his denial strong.
"What? Not convinced? Then I'll beat you until you are!"
Shen Anyu stretched lazily, cracking his neck. A hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes—a cold, predatory light.
Since acquiring the [God-level Steel Body], [God-level Telekinesis], and the cultivation of [Innate Realm Peak] (which with his physique equaled Grandmaster Peak combat power), along with various martial arts and supernatural abilities, he hadn't had much actual combat experience.
He was like a gamer with maxed-out stats who had never played a PVP match.
The only time he showed off a little was when the assassin bodyguard, the Child of Destiny Wei Yun, attempted to assassinate him. But Wei Yun was too weak; he was killed with one hand before Shen Anyu could even warm up.
Now, Yan Lingxiao... this Martial Dao Grandmaster... this "Dragon King" with high HP and recovery... was the perfect sparring partner.
"System," Shen Anyu thought, "Don't intervene. Let me test my limits."
Was there a more suitable sandbag, a more suitable occasion than this?
At this moment, surrounded by hundreds of death squad guards, Yan Lingxiao and his two companions were like turtles in a jar. It was a good time to practice.
Although a son of a thousand gold should not sit under a crumbling wall, and should not take risks unnecessarily...
But as Shen Anyu encountered more powerful Sons of Destiny—Cultivators, Reincarnators, System Users—there would come a day when Shen Anyu would have to personally fight. His subordinates might fail. His money might not work.
No matter how much the guards' strength increased, it couldn't increase faster than Shen Anyu's strength, nor could it compare to those monstrous, cheat-wielding Sons of Destiny.
Practical combat experience was very important. He needed to sharpen his claws.
"Yuhe, cover Luoxiao's eyes."
Shen Anyu's voice was calm, but it carried a chilling undertone.
"Husband, you..."
Luo Yuhe's beautiful eyes looked at Shen Anyu with worry. She saw the killing intent in his eyes. Knowing what Shen Anyu was about to do, she nodded obediently. She knelt down and covered Luo Xiaoxiao's eyes with her hands, pressing the little girl's head into her shoulder, fearing that Luo Xiaoxiao would see the bloody scene that was about to unfold.
"Husband, be very careful! Please!"
"Mm!"
Shen Anyu didn't bother with idle chatter.
He took a step forward.
Whoosh!
His entire being seemed to shrink the ground. He disappeared from his spot, leaving an afterimage, and appeared instantly in front of Yan Lingxiao, crossing twenty meters in a heartbeat.
"Don't hurt my Boss!"
Man Hu, seeing Shen Anyu approach, roared in anger. His loyalty overrode his fear.
He charged from the side, his muscles bulging like rocks. He threw a fist the size of a sandbag, aiming to smash Shen Anyu's ribs.
"Die, pretty boy!"
"Seeking death!"
Shen Anyu didn't even turn his head. He didn't even flinch.
He simply glanced at Man Hu out of the corner of his eye.
[Skill Activated: God-level Telekinesis (Soul-Severing Dagger Mode)]
The air seemed to ripple. There was no physical weapon, but the intent was sharper than steel.
It turned into an invisible sharp sword—a construct of pure mental energy—that shot out from Shen Anyu's mind.
Puchi!
A sickening sound of flesh being pierced echoed.
The invisible force directly pierced Man Hu's eye socket, went through his brain, and exited the back of his skull.
Blood and brain matter splattered onto the ground.
Man Hu, the infamous general of the War God Alliance, a Martial Arts Grandmaster level fighter known for his iron skin defense... couldn't withstand a single move in front of Shen Anyu! He didn't even know how he died.
His massive body stiffened mid-charge, then collapsed like a tower of bricks.
Thud.
"Man Hu!!!"
Yan Lingxiao screamed, his eyes widening in horror. "Shen Anyu!!! I'll kill you..."
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