Chapter 20 Unveiling His Superiority

Wang Biao approached Chen Song with a challenging gaze, his mouth curling cruelly as he taunted, "Your elderly parents and the little one at home probably won't see the light of tomorrow." Before his words could fully register, he was suddenly propelled into the air, crashing forcefully into the wall before landing on the ground, blood trickling from his mouth. It soon became apparent to everyone that Chen Song had delivered the powerful kick. The onlookers, including Ding Baosan, were left in disbelief. How could Chen Song, who didn't seem particularly skilled in martial arts, exhibit such strength? Their expressions of shock were tinged with suspicion. Even the intense Ghost Hand Seven Yin showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "How dare he strike me. Ah Bao, Ah Hu, take him down!" Wang Biao wiped the blood from his face, seething with anger. The two burly men charged forward, lacking Ghost Hand Seven's finesse but still formidable. However, before they could reach Chen Song, they were swiftly dispatched, crashing into the opposite wall alongside Wang Biao. Previously, the swift action had gone unnoticed, but this time, Chen Song's prowess was on full display. A seemingly effortless kick had unleashed immense power, hinting at his profound internal strength. Could it be that the seemingly unremarkable figure before them was actually a formidable opponent? "Attack together, whoever defeats this weakling will receive three nightclubs in the city center as a reward," Ding Kun bellowed. With a lucrative incentive, the assailants charged recklessly, one after the other, attempting to overpower Chen Song. Yet each one was swiftly repelled before they could even get close. In a matter of moments, Wang Biao's cronies lay defeated on the ground, unable to rise. Only Ghost Hand Seven and Chen Song remained standing. If Ding Baosan hadn't been injured, he would have applauded. Chen Song's unexpected prowess in both medicine and martial arts rendered the worries unnecessary. Wang Biao finally grasped the truth: the figure before him was not a weakling but a master among masters. Approaching Chen Song with a hint of intrigue, Ghost Hand Seven found himself intrigued. It had been a while since he encountered someone who could withstand his blows, alleviating his sense of isolation. Ding Baosan, facing Ghost Hand Seven, felt a mix of excitement and dread. Without Ghost Hand Seven, he wouldn't be in this predicament. The formidable skills of Ghost Hand Seven made it uncertain whether Chen Song could match up. "You've got some skills, kid, but against me, they're child's play," Ghost Hand Seven sneered. He hoped Chen Song could put up a fight, not succumb too easily, and provide some entertainment. Chen Song smiled faintly, retorting, "Whose skills are child's play remains to be seen." "Arrogant!" Ghost Hand Seven roared, launching a fierce strike towards Chen Song's head. The force behind the blow was immense, causing Chen Song's hair to whirl like a vortex. In the next moment, it seemed inevitable that Chen Song's head would be crushed. Unable to bear witness, Ding Baosan turned away. "Boom!" With a resounding crash, the air rippled, and Chen Song stood unscathed, not a hair out of place. Meanwhile, Ghost Hand Seven huddled on the side, clutching his fists in pain, unable to speak. It turned out that Chen Song had just activated his true energy to protect his head, causing Ghost Hand Seven's fist to be backlashed by his own power. Fortunately, Ghost Hand Seven retreated quickly; otherwise, his hands would have been disabled, or even crippled by his own power. Seeing Chen Song unscathed while Ghost Hand Seven struggled to stand, Ding Baosan didn't witness the altercation but the outcome was clear - Chen Song had effortlessly defeated Ghost Hand Seven. This was a shocking development. Ghost Hand Seven was a prominent figure in Jiangcheng's martial arts world, a champion among underground fighters. No one had ever lasted five minutes against him, let alone defeated him. And the one who defeated him was Chen Song, who had a close relationship with Ding Baosan. What were the odds? "Do you still desire the Lingzhi?" Chen Song inquired as he approached Ghost Hand Seven. Ghost Hand Seven's expression darkened, "Don't get too cocky too soon, my brother will seek revenge!" After a pause, he added, "Do you know who my brother is?" "My brother is Mo Jiutian of the Jingwu Chamber of Commerce!" Upon hearing the name Mo Jiutian, Ding Baosan and Wang Biao both felt a chill run down their spines. The Jingwu Chamber of Commerce was the largest business alliance in Jiangcheng, with connections to various businessmen and underground gambling den bosses in the martial arts world. And at the helm was the legendary Mo Jiutian. There was no one more influential in the chamber of commerce. He was actually Ghost Hand Seven's brother? Observing Ding Baosan and Wang Biao's reactions, Chen Song was puzzled, "What is the Jingwu Chamber of Commerce? Is this Mo Jiutian really that formidable?" Upon hearing Chen Song's seemingly naive question, everyone present couldn't help but inwardly scoff, especially Wang Biao, who struggled to contain his laughter. Once more, he arrogantly remarked, "Ignorance is bliss, not even aware of the Jingwu Chamber of Commerce, let alone Mo Jiutian." Ding Baosan took a deep breath and explained, "Brother Chen, the Jingwu Chamber of Commerce is the most powerful business alliance in Jiangcheng, encompassing numerous businesses and individuals from all walks of life, all under the authority of Mo Jiutian. It is rumored that he also has close connections with high-ranking officials through the Chamber of Commerce." "Kid, now you understand the might of my brother," Ghost Hand Seven said coldly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hand over the Lingzhi, disable one hand in front of me, or I may spare your life." "I've already mentioned, there is no Lingzhi as I have already refined it," Chen Song replied calmly, unfazed by Ghost Hand Seven's threats. "What?" Ghost Hand Seven's expression shifted slightly. "In that case, you leave me no choice! By the way, I've heard you have two elderly relatives and a young one in your family." "If you perish before me now, I might consider sparing them." "If Chen Song doesn't apologize to Brother Seven and meet his end now, once Mo Jiutian intervenes, you'll likely meet a gruesome fate," Wang Biao declared loudly. "A fool like you still hopes to turn the tide, it's pure delusion, just meet your end!" Upon learning that Ghost Hand Seven's brother was Mo Jiutian, Wang Biao wished he could grovel and flatter him. In that moment, he would say anything to appease Ghost Hand Seven.