Martial Master

The stone, the size of a fist, was instantly kicked out by Qin Chen, colliding with the boy's back like a shooting star.

With a thud, the boy immediately fell to the ground, making a fool of himself, his mouth filled with blood, lying on the ground and wailing in pain.

Qin Chen wore a cold smile as he slowly walked into the garden.

The entire garden was empty, with random flowers and plants, the courtyard door ahead slightly ajar, and a faint sense of danger lingering in Qin Chen's mind.

Unmoved, Qin Chen pushed open the door and stepped into the courtyard.

Suddenly—

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two iron rods suddenly struck from behind the door, aiming at the back of his head and his face.

The sound of the rods whistled through the air with astonishing power, clearly intending to kill.

In the corner of his eye, two boys hid behind the door, grinning fiercely; they were the followers of Wei Zhen.

In the courtyard, Wei Zhen, with bandages around his lower body, stared at Qin Chen with a ferocious grin on his face.

Thus, Qin Chen also smiled.

At this critical moment, his figure suddenly ducked, dodging the two iron rods just before they struck him.

"Bang!"

The two iron rods collided in mid-air, causing a violent tremor that nearly tore the hands of the wielders apart, almost splitting their palms.

Before they could steady themselves, Qin Chen suddenly attacked from his crouching position, his fists like hammers striking their chests.

"Ah!"

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the clear sound of bones breaking, the two boys who had attacked Qin Chen screamed and flew backward, spewing blood mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground, passing out from the pain.

Their chests were sunken in, ribs broken beyond count, appearing extremely miserable.

Opposite them, Wei Zhen's face, which had been grinning, suddenly froze, eyes filled with shock, horror, and disbelief, almost unable to believe his eyes.

"Wei Zhen, where are Lin Tian and Zhang Ying? Hand them over immediately, or you won't have a way out today."

Qin Chen's expression was indifferent as he stepped forward, his sharp gaze like a blade falling on Wei Zhen's face, seemingly able to pierce through his body.

Wei Zhen's gaze was dazed, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, completely frightened by Qin Chen, he turned and staggered toward the house, shouting angrily as he ran: "Qin Chen, Lin Tian and Zhang Ying are in my room, if you have the guts, come in."

Inside the house, it was pitch black, with a faint sense of danger emanating from it, as if a prehistoric beast was lurking, causing Qin Chen's brows to furrow slightly.

Although Wei Zhen's expression was terrified, deep in his eyes was a hint of excitement, indicating that there must be an ambush in the house.

But how could Qin Chen be scared by a mere ambush, he sneered, walking in expressionlessly.

No unexpected ambush occurred, there was only one figure sitting cross-legged in the spacious hall, the bright sunlight pouring in through the open door, making him appear exceptionally tall.

This was a man in a black robe, bearing some resemblance to Wei Zhen, his chiseled face full of determination, like an ancient tower standing tall, exuding an extraordinary aura.

"Big brother, it's him, this Qin Chen, who injured me a few days ago."

Wei Zhen, seeing Qin Chen actually dared to come in, roared in excitement and anger.

"Useless fool, what's all the panic for?" The black-robed youth slowly opened his eyes, shooting out two calm and cold glints, calmly landing on Qin Chen.

"So you're Qin Chen? Is it you who injured Wei Zhen?" The black-robed youth's first words were to question, his tone not harsh, but the intention to hold accountable was intense, like a king questioning his subjects.

Qin Chen did not answer, his gaze falling sharply to a corner beside the black-robed youth.

Lin Tian and Zhang Ying were lying on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, blood at the corners of their mouths, in a wretched state.

The two had clearly suffered much in the past days, their bodies covered in blood, their clothes tattered beyond repair.