Chapter 39: Miss, I Advise You Not to Meddle
One hour later.
Zheng Yuan arrived at the Su family once again, bringing five hundred spirit stones. Through Zheng Yuan, Su Yifan learned how martial artists made use of these spirit stones. It turned out that martial artists couldn’t directly absorb the spiritual energy within the stones. Instead, they treasured them because the energy inside could be harnessed. Simply put, martial artists could compress the energy from the stones into their bodies and then release it in a powerful attack. The more energy compressed, the stronger the attack. Generally, the maximum attack was only three times the martial artist’s normal strength. If too much energy was compressed, the risk was death by explosion.
As soon as Su Yifan received the spirit stones, he began to absorb them.
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Meanwhile, in the Ye family estate in Dragon City.
A soldier hurried into the Ye residence and, upon entering the living room, saw Ye Wushuang and Ye Zhantian.
“Reporting to the God of War, Coach Yang and Coach Li…”
“What happened to them?” Ye Wushuang suddenly felt a bad premonition.
Sensing the murderous aura from Ye Wushuang, the soldier quickly replied, “Reporting to the God of War, both coaches... both are dead.”
“What?!”
Hearing the news, Ye Zhantian and Ye Wushuang, grandfather and grandson, both sprang to their feet.
Ye Wushuang asked in a low voice, “What exactly happened?”
Had he not wanted the details, the soldier would have died the moment he reported the death of the two personal guards.
“Reporting to the God of War, here is what happened…”
The soldier nervously recounted the entire incident in detail.
After hearing how the two personal guards had been killed, Ye Wushuang’s face darkened, as if water would drip from it. He couldn’t understand. Who was this Su Yifan? How could someone so powerful suddenly appear in Cloud City? First, this person killed his brother, and now his two personal guards.
“Damn it!”
“Bang!”
Ye Wushuang slammed his palm down. The table beside him instantly turned to powder.
The soldier lowered his head. At this moment, he could clearly feel the intense killing intent radiating from Ye Wushuang. It was the first time he’d ever seen the God of War of Xia so enraged.
“Wushuang, calm yourself.”
Just then, Ye Zhantian, who had remained silent, spoke, “None of us expected this person to possess such strength.”
“You may go now.”
Hearing this, the soldier withdrew.
Only after the soldier’s figure disappeared did Ye Zhantian speak again, “How do you plan to handle this?”
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Ye Wushuang gripped the back of his chair and said in a low voice, “He thinks he’s strong? Let’s see who’s stronger!”
First, his brother was killed, and now his guards had died. This was a humiliation beyond compare. He must personally avenge it.
“Should I send two elders to accompany you?” Ye Zhantian asked.
It wasn’t that he doubted his grandson’s strength. He simply didn’t want to witness the heartbreak of outliving his child again.
Ye Wushuang took a deep breath and said, “Grandfather, there’s no need. Do you not trust your grandson’s strength?”
If Su Yifan could kill his guards, Ye Wushuang was certain the other was no match for him. Just a clown. He could suppress him with one hand.
Besides, as the God of War, if he needed help to deal with a mere kid, that would be the real disgrace!
“Very well, since you’ve decided, I won’t say more.”
Ye Zhantian agreed, but his mind was already made up. He had a premonition that his grandson might not be a match for the other. For the sake of the last heir of the Ye family, he had to make preparations.
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The next day.
Su Yifan watched as his parents got ready for work. He took out two jade pendants and walked up to them.
“Dad, Mom, these are protective jade pendants I got for you. Please wear them at all times.”
Su Zhengguo and his wife accepted the pendants.
“Yifan, when did you start believing in this stuff?” Su Zhengguo chuckled.
No sooner had he spoken than Zhang Hong glared at him, “If your son gives you something, just take it. Why all the nonsense?”
She turned to her son, “Yifan, don’t mind him.”
Su Yifan shook his head and reminded them again, “Dad, Mom, please remember to wear them always.”
“Alright, we know. Since when did you become so fussy?” Su Zhengguo grumbled.
“If you can’t speak properly, just shut up!” Zhang Hong slapped her husband’s chest and dragged him out.
Su Yifan watched his parents’ playful banter and felt content. He hoped these days would last forever.
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Ten o’clock.
“Ding—”
Su Yifan’s phone received a message from Zheng Yuan:
“Master Su, according to the information, Ye Wushuang is already on his way to Cloud City, and will arrive in half an hour at most.”
Su Yifan glanced at the message, put away his phone, and went out alone to the gate.
Half an hour later.
Above the Su residence.
The sound of helicopter rotors grew closer.
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Before long, a helicopter hovered less than twenty meters above the Su residence. At that moment—
Swish!
A figure leapt from the helicopter.
Next second—
Boom!
There was a thunderous crash. The stone pavement outside the Su mansion cracked in two places as a figure landed steadily.
Su Yifan nearly cursed at the ostentatious entrance. This guy was even more dramatic than himself.
Ye Wushuang stood facing Su Yifan, his voice cold, “You are Su Yifan?”
“Your grandfather is here,” Su Yifan replied indifferently.
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang clenched his fists. “Very good. At first, I didn’t believe what they said about your arrogance. Now I do.”
“So?” Su Yifan cleaned his ears, looking utterly unconcerned.
“Kid, don’t think killing my two guards gives you the right to speak to me this way. To kill you, I won’t even need three moves!” Ye Wushuang said in a low voice.
Su Yifan flicked his fingers and smiled, “It appears you’re not confident enough. For me, half a move is all it takes.”
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang’s lips twitched and his eyes grew ferocious. Never in his life had anyone dared speak to him like this. Every word from this boy was a provocation—he was being completely disregarded.
“Today, you will die!” Ye Wushuang declared.
As soon as he finished, a surge of overwhelming aura burst forth from him, sweeping towards Su Yifan.
Just as Ye Wushuang was about to strike—
“Stop!”
A woman’s voice called out from the side.
The next moment, four figures appeared nearby.
Su Yifan turned to look. He recognized two: Hong Jinlong and Zheng Yuan from the day before.
The other two were a man and a woman.
The woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six, with a ponytail, delicate features, and a slender figure clad in a black fitted outfit. She looked capable and efficient.
The man was thirty-seven or thirty-eight, with a rugged face and a burly frame radiating righteousness—a true embodiment of justice.
Seeing them, Su Yifan didn’t need to guess; they were likely the Dragon Team members Zheng Yuan had mentioned.
Ye Wushuang was about to speak, but Su Yifan beat him to it, addressing the woman among the four, “Miss, I advise you to stay out of this.”