Chapter Ninety-Two: You Can't Handle It

"What?!"

Seeing the giant hand sweep toward him, Yang Junchen was shocked.

In the next instant, he swiftly unleashed a shield in front of himself.

Bang!

Hu Hong’s hand slammed viciously onto the shield, producing a dull, heavy thud.

Deng Gang and Lin Mei had originally thought Yang Junchen was dead for sure. After all, the other man was at least a martial grandmaster. Though it was only a casual strike, it was not something a shield formed by a great grandmaster like Yang Junchen could possibly withstand.

Yet the result left them utterly stunned.

Yang Junchen’s shield was not shattered at all. It remained completely intact.

"What? How is that possible?!"

Hu Hong stared in astonishment.

That blow of his would have crushed even a martial grandmaster. How could this brat possibly endure it?

Yang Junchen had also believed he was doomed. After all, the other party was a martial grandmaster.

But when he saw that his shield had not suffered even the slightest damage, he froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Old man, is that all you’ve got?"

Yang Junchen taunted him.

What he did not know was that a faint golden layer of protection now coated the surface of his shield.

There was no need to say where that protective layer came from. Naturally, it was Su Yifan’s doing.

"Old Hu, what’s going on with you?"

At that moment, Hu Hong’s companion behind him spoke up.

He also could not make sense of it.

What was happening here?

Old Hu was in the middle stage of the Martial King realm. With a casual palm strike, he could even kill a martial grandmaster. How could he possibly fail to break through the defense of a great grandmaster?

Had he held back because of the other man’s identity?

"Brat, you’ve really angered me."

Hu Hong ignored his companion.

As soon as his words fell, the next second, a terrifying surge of energy instantly gathered in his palm.

Seeing this, Deng Gang shouted at Yang Junchen, "Captain Yang, fall back!"

However, Yang Junchen seemed not to hear him and continued to brace the shield in defense.

It was rare for him to get a chance to show off.

He had to enjoy it properly...

Just then, Hu Hong finished gathering his power and struck again, slamming his palm toward Yang Junchen’s shield.

"Die!"

Boom!

A piercing, muffled impact rang out.

Then.

Yang Junchen was still standing there safe and sound. Looking ahead, the shield he had released showed no sign of damage whatsoever.

At that moment, Deng Gang and Lin Mei were dumbfounded.

Hu Hong and his companion were also staring blankly.

Even Su Zhengguo and his wife were utterly stunned.

Good heavens!

Is this the strength of a member of the Dragon Squad?

That’s way too strong!

"Hahahaha..."

Yang Junchen suddenly burst into laughter. "I’m dying here. Old man, have you been overdoing it in the bedroom? You can’t even break my defense."

"No, impossible..."

Hu Hong staggered back several steps.

He looked at his own hand, his face filled with disbelief.

Impossible!

He was a Martial King. How could he fail to break the shield of a great grandmaster?

Someone must be helping from the shadows.

Yes, that had to be it...

After thinking it through, he quickly scanned and sensed his surroundings.

But after a thorough sweep, aside from the people in front of him, he saw no one else.

Just then, Su Yifan also lost interest in playing around. He stepped forward and came to stand before Yang Junchen.

"All right, step back."

Hearing this, Yang Junchen turned to look at Su Yifan and smiled. "Young Master Su, no need. I can still hold the line."

"You can’t hold it."

"I can."

"You can’t."

"I can."

"..."

Su Yifan could not be bothered to argue with him any longer. With a crisp snap of his fingers.

The next second.

Bang!

The shield in front of Yang Junchen shattered instantly.

What!

What was going on?

Seeing this scene, everyone present wore baffled expressions.

Especially Yang Junchen.

What the hell? Just now that man couldn’t even break his shield, and now Young Master Su snapped his fingers and it shattered?

Were Young Master Su’s fingers that powerful?

Deng Gang suddenly reacted.

So that’s how it was.

How could Captain Yang, this blockhead, possibly become so formidable all at once?

It turned out that Young Master Su had been helping him from behind the scenes.

No wonder...

"You two, take him away."

Su Yifan glanced at Deng Gang and Lin Mei.

"Oh, all right."

The two nodded at once, then quickly came behind Yang Junchen and carried him backward.

"No, don’t pull me away, I can still... mmph mmph mmph..."

Yang Junchen tried to speak again.

Deng Gang immediately covered his mouth with his hand.

Damn it!

If it weren’t for Young Master Su, you’d already have drunk the Forgetfulness Soup.

It was only your arm that was injured.

How did your brain get damaged too?

"Brat, was that... was that you meddling?"

Hu Hong fixed his gaze on Su Yifan.

"Only now did you figure it out? For two Martial Kings, you’re really rather slow."

Su Yifan said with a faint smile.

Hearing this, the three people behind him—Yang Junchen, Deng Gang, and Lin Mei—were all visibly shocked.

What?

They... they were both Martial Kings?!

The most stunned of them all was Yang Junchen.

That meant he had actually crossed blows with a Martial King just now?

Only then did he finally understand.

It was not that his own strength had improved. It was all because Young Master Su had been secretly assisting him.

No, wait.

If that was the case, then Young Master Su’s strength must be...

"Hiss!"

As if he had discovered something unimaginably shocking, he stood rooted to the spot, staring fixedly at Su Yifan.

Su Zhengguo and his wife looked at their son’s back, their eyes filled with both worry and astonishment.

What exactly had their son gone through during these five years?

At the other side.

Learning that it was Su Yifan who had interfered, Hu Hong and his companion could not help sizing up the inconspicuous young man before them.

But very quickly, they discovered something.

There was not the slightest trace of martial aura on Su Yifan.

What was going on?

"Brat, why can’t I sense any martial aura from you?"

Hu Hong asked in confusion.

Could it be that he had not been relying on his own strength at all to help that kid, but instead on some kind of defensive treasure?

"If you can’t sense it, that’s only because my strength is far above yours."

Su Yifan said calmly.

Hearing this, Hu Hong gave him a long, hard look, then said disdainfully, "What a joke. You, a little nobody, stronger than us?"

"Exactly. But since you’ve put it that way, we are rather curious just how much stronger you are than us."

The other gray-robed elder nodded in agreement.

They were not fools.

At this point, the two of them were both certain that Su Yifan must possess some kind of treasure. Not only could it provide defense, it could also conceal a martial artist’s aura.

At that moment, a look of greed surfaced in both their eyes.

"How much stronger? About three or four stories higher."

Su Yifan gave a light laugh.

The next instant, he slapped out toward the nearest Hu Hong.

"With your meager ability, you still want to hurt me? Old man, I’ll let you use one hand."

Hu Hong sneered as he stretched out one hand to block. He had originally thought he could easily take the blow.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, he suddenly felt a massive surge of danger. The smile on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by grave seriousness.

"Brat, you..."

Before he could finish speaking.

Bang!

The hand he had used to block exploded at once into a mist of blood.