15: Chapter 15 A Super Master at the Half-Step Dark Realm

Zhao Yueyin blushed upon hearing your words: "If my grandfather hadn't fallen ill, why would I ever need to seek an arranged marriage with the Shen Family?"

"Besides, that second young master of the Shen Family is an out-and-out playboy. Even if I die, I won't marry him."

Zhao Yueyin glanced at you as she spoke, her voice softening: "You will help me, right?"

You just smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

You were just doing it to show off. Honestly, whether or not you helped Zhao Yueyin didn't have much impact on you, but if you didn't take full advantage of this stage to show off, you would really feel uncomfortable all over.

Isn't that the same as having money but not being able to spend it?

Bang—!

The bar door was kicked open.

You saw the leader of the men in black who had just run away. At this moment, he was hunched over, following behind a burly man with a fawning expression on his face.

That burly man was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted; one look and you could tell he wasn't a good person. Needless to say, he must be Dragon.

Beside Dragon stood a chubby man who was just over 1.6 meters tall.

The man was short and stocky, with a round face and small eyes. He wore a large jade ring on his finger, and his bloated body was wrapped in an expensive suit.

Zhao Yueyin had now taken you as her backer. She pointed at the big man and said: "That is Dragon."

Immediately after, she turned her head and pointed at the short, fat man, with a hint of wariness: "That is Shen Wanfu, Second Master Shen. He counts as the number three figure in the Shen Family. The one who is supposed to have an arranged marriage with me is his older brother's second son."

"As for that man, I don't recognize him, but Dragon seems very respectful toward him. It looks like he has quite a background," Zhao Yueyin said, looking at the young man standing next to Shen Wanfu.

You looked at the young man and the corners of your mouth curled up. You could roughly sense that the man was a Martial Artist!

"So you're the kid who injured my brother?"

Dragon took a step forward, his aura becoming even more ferocious. He stared at you intently, his eyes looking as if he wanted to swallow you whole.

You remained seated where you were, not even intending to stand up.

Shen Wanfu looked on and smiled slightly: "Indeed a good kid."

He turned his head to look at Zhao Yueyin: "Niece Zhao, why is this wild kid the boyfriend you found? Is it because of him that you won't agree to marry my family's Zhiping?"

"Yes!" Zhao Yueyin was determined to tie herself to you. She hugged your arm: "That's right, this is my boyfriend. In my eyes, that Shen Zhiping of your family can't even compare to a single hair of my boyfriend!"

Shen Wanfu was retorted by Zhao Yueyin in public, and the smile on his face faded a little. He rubbed the jade ring on his finger and spoke slowly.

"Niece Zhao, don't speak too soon. You know better than anyone what the Zhao Family's current situation is. Your grandfather is bedridden, and apart from our Shen Family, no one can save your Zhao Family."

He raised his eyes and swept a glance at you, his gaze full of disdain and contempt: "As for this boyfriend you mentioned, he's just a wild kid who popped out of nowhere. He looks like he has some guts, but having guts is useless. In the face of absolute strength and power, he is nothing."

"I advise you to obediently come back with us. Don't ruin yourself and the entire Zhao Family for the sake of an unrelated person."

Shen Wanfu's words were ostensibly to persuade Zhao Yueyin, but in reality, they were a warning to you. It was clear he thought you were just a reckless youth with no background and no strength, totally unworthy of opposing the Shen Family.

Seeing this, Dragon immediately chimed in. He took another step forward, his aura monstrous, and shouted sternly: "Second Master is giving you face, don't be ungrateful! Release Young Miss Zhao immediately and kneel down to accept your death, perhaps I might still leave you an intact corpse!"

You still didn't speak.

You poured the wine in your hand onto the ground and looked at Dragon and Shen Wanfu: "This wine tastes terrible."

Hearing your words, Dragon was instantly furious. He waved his hand: "What are you still standing there for? Get him! Beat this kid to death! I'll take responsibility if anything happens!"

At the order, more than a dozen burly men holding short sticks moved in response, roaring as they swarmed toward you.

You finally stood up.

You tilted your head slightly, placed your hands casually on the sides of your neck, and twisted your neck gently, your knuckles making a crisp cracking sound.

"Damn, so good at posturing!" Lin Heng looked at the simulator screen, unable to help but nod secretly, his eyes full of approval.

Actually, he hadn't figured out what he should say when Dragon and his men arrived, but the version of himself in the simulator had given him a very good reference.

"Anyway, it's all me, so it doesn't count as plagiarism!"

He roughly checked the time when Dragon and his men arrived in the simulator; it seemed they would only arrive after this simulation ended.

The next second, you moved.

You just used the simplest movements, caught the swinging short stick, and then backhanded a punch into the opponent's stomach.

A few moments later, all the burly men were on the ground, leaving only you standing there.

Zhao Yueyin was looking at you with admiration.

She had just had a hot head at the time and randomly threw herself into the arms of an inconspicuous man, not expecting to strike gold.

It was such a great treasure like you!

You clapped your hands and stood there, looking at Dragon and his group with a playful smile.

Dragon swallowed his saliva but still pretended to be calm and said: "I heard from Afu at the beginning that you were a martial arts practitioner, but I didn't expect you to be able to take down so many of my men at once."

"Kid, I'll give you a chance now. Work under me, and then..."

Dragon wanted to continue, but was sternly interrupted by Shen Wanfu: "Enough, Ah Hu."

Upon hearing Shen Wanfu's words, Dragon acted like a mouse seeing a cat, immediately shrinking his neck and retreating.

Shen Wanfu touched the jade ring on his finger: "Kid, if I guessed correctly, you should be a Martial Artist."

You didn't speak, just looked at Shen Wanfu.

It seemed that someone at Shen Wanfu's level already knew about the existence of Martial Artists. You turned your head and glanced at Zhao Yueyin again.

She, however, had a puzzled look on her face, not knowing what a Martial Artist was.

"I checked your background; you're just an ordinary greenhorn." Shen Wanfu knew he had guessed right when he saw your expression: "You must have picked up some Cultivation Technique from a street stall or bookstore, and then trained to achieve this current level of skill."

"But you probably didn't expect that you aren't the only Martial Artist in this world."

"And there are differences in Rank among Martial Artists."

Shen Wanfu said, revealing a trace of pride. He glanced at the young man behind him: "The person behind me is also a Martial Artist. He is not some wild practitioner like you, but a Personal Disciple of Old Master Liu."

The young Martial Artist behind stepped forward, his eyes arrogant, looking at you with full disdain.

"Looking at your moves just now, you are at most a Martial Artist who has just entered the Ming Realm, relying on brute force. I suppose someone of your wild background doesn't even understand the Martial Artist Realms."

The young man puffed out his chest slightly, a look of immense pride on his face, and spoke slowly: "The path of the Martial Artist has strict Realms, divided into Ming Realm, Dark Realm, and above that, transcending the secular, the Transcendent Great Master. And further up, are the Innate Grandmasters, who are like Immortals and only exist in legends!"

"And my master is a super expert at the Peak of the Dark Realm!"

The young man was very willing to explain all this to you, as it gave him a sense of superiority, as if he were condescendingly popularizing knowledge for you.

After finishing, the young man stepped forward, his eyes full of arrogance.

"Since you are also a Martial Artist, I will report my name to you, so you can die with your eyes closed."

"Iron Hand Sect, Zhou Qingming!"

"Half-Step Dark Realm!"