Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chen Wanhao displayed an expression of heartbreak, with wrinkles on his face twisting in anger.

This Golden Saber, crafted over three months by Europe’s most renowned artisan, forged from over ten pounds of gold and meteorite alloy, is worth millions. Now it’s been damaged, truly a waste of a treasure.

Seeing Chen Wanhao’s pained expression, Xu Xiangbei felt a sense of vengeful satisfaction. He sneered, "Lao Chen, where did you buy your saber? Can I buy two to play with?"

Chen Wanhao forced Xu Xiangbei back with a slash, seething with anger. "Play with it? I spent twenty million ordering this from Europe, it’s one of a kind in the world; you can’t buy it anywhere."

Chen Wanhao suddenly regretted using such a precious Golden Saber against Xu Xiangbei. Initially, he thought the saber’s advantage, reflecting sunlight and its nine-ring demonic sound, could kill Xu Xiangbei in one strike. Little did he expect the blade to nearly chip without even cutting a strand of Xu Xiangbei’s hair.

Chen Wanhao’s confidence was gradually crumbling.

Suddenly, two deafening clangs of metal collided.

Even though he tried to avoid hitting the Iron Ball, one slash fell, numbing his wrist, crashing onto Xu Xiangbei’s Iron Ball.

The previously flawless blade was chipped, a rice-sized nick appeared—any imperfection greatly diminishes the value of the Golden Saber.

Chen Wanhao was nearly collapsing. Oh my god, my precious saber!

He gnashed his teeth in hatred, helpless as Xu Xiangbei smirked. "Oh dear, the saber’s edge is damaged. Now it’s worthless, but since I’ve only damaged one, I’ll dent your other Golden Saber as well, make them equally ruined."

Chen Wanhao knew Xu Xiangbei meant what he said and didn’t want the edge of his other Golden Saber to be nicked again, which would hurt more than breaking his own bones.

His eyes flickered as he leapt backward, avoiding Xu Xiangbei’s Iron Ball, tossing the two Golden Sabers to his sons, Chen Baishan and Chen Baichuan, who stored them back in a bag.

Seeing Chen Wanhao retrieved the nine-ringed Golden Saber, aware of his heartbreak over the damaged saber, Xu Xiangbei grinned. "Why not use your blade? Afraid I’ll shatter it? Don’t worry, if I break it, I’ll compensate you at the original price."

Watching Chen Wanhao’s caution with his saber, Ouyang Yufei and Ouyang Zhan also burst out laughing. Ouyang Zhan finally found a chance to mock Chen Wanhao: "Chen Wanhao, turns out you’re scared too."

Chen Wanhao retorted resentfully, "I’m not scared, just cherishing it. My two sabers are priceless; if you break them, you can’t afford to compensate."

Xu Xiangbei, attempting to rile Chen Wanhao, held up the four Iron Balls in his hands with a face of mock sympathy. "Oh, my Iron Balls, so many dents, looks like I’ll have to spend two hundred bucks to make some more at the iron foundry."

Chen Wanhao strove to keep his mind calm, not to be bothered by Xu Xiangbei’s words or actions. He sneered: "Let’s not use weapons then, let’s compete with fists and feet. You still know the Dragon Tiger Divine Fist, let me see how adept you’ve become compared to that cripple, Ouyang Zhan."

Ouyang Yufei, hearing Chen Wanhao call his father a cripple, retorted: "Chen Wanhao, my father is healthy now, doesn’t need a wheelchair anymore. Don’t be complacent, mind your words, afraid you’ll really become a cripple under my fourth brother’s hands, and then you’d anger yourself to death."

Xu Xiangbei grinned mischievously, "Competing with fists and feet is dull, let’s add some stakes."

Chen Wanhao sneered, "Fine, what do you want to wager?"

Xu Xiangbei pulled out a cigarette, lighting it leisurely: "Didn’t you just say you’d give me twelve buildings? I don’t want those skyscrapers, just twelve houses will do."

"Twelve houses, you’re asking for a lot. I’m worried you might live to collect but not long enough to enjoy them. Let’s wager twelve houses. If you lose, you’ll return the martial arts school to Principal Jiang, how about it?"

Xu Xiangbei sneered, "I knew this is why you came. So the West City Martial Arts School is your property too. Swapping a broken martial arts school for twelve houses, am I not taking advantage of you?"

"Who’s taking advantage of whom is not certain yet."

As they spoke, Chen Wanhao delivered a flying kick, a gust of wind swirling viciously. Despite being eighty, Chen Wanhao’s punches and kicks carried more power than Boxing King Jason.

Xu Xiangbei engaged in a fierce battle with Chen Wanhao using the Dragon Tiger Divine Fist, attacking and counterattacking in intense exchanges.

Though they used no weapons, only punching and kicking, and the movements seemed slow like a Tai Chi demonstration, the danger was no less than the previous Golden Saber against Iron Gall.

Despite the slow movements, their punches and kicks were imbued with Inner Strength; a single hit could break bones and tear muscles. A strike on a vital spot could be lethal.

A turbulent invisible undercurrent surged within a three-meter radius around them, the air roaring, soil and tiny stones swirling with the airflow.

The onlookers dared not get too close. Approaching too much, they felt a strange forcefield, suffocating them.

This pressure wasn’t the most dangerous part; simply stepping back a few steps could relieve it.

The most dangerous part was that the forcefield sometimes became a powerful suction with the change in Xu Xiangbei and Chen Wanhao’s movements, pulling people towards them.

Being sucked in meant enduring two overwhelming forcefields, akin to being attacked jointly by Xu Xiangbei and Chen Wanhao, and that could mean severe injury.

The spectators dared not get too close, watching the battle from afar.

Suddenly, Chen Wanhao changed his style, moving faster and faster like a spinning top, becoming a series of phantoms.

Xu Xiangbei seemed unable to keep pace, unable to dodge in time, took a kick to the shoulder, and flew away like a sandbag.

Xu Xiangbei crashed into a pile of flower pots, smashing several, and when he got up, he was topped with a snowy white orchid.

Seeing Xu Xiangbei finally knocked down, Chen Wanhao’s old face showed a satisfying smile, "Kid, your Dragon Tiger Divine Fist is nothing much. How does this kick feel?"

Xu Xiangbei rubbed his shoulder, grinning mischievously, "I didn’t expect you to be this old and still move so fast; I’m impressed. But with faster movements, there’s less force in it. This kick felt like a school kid kicking a ball, no real power. Just tickling me."

Mocking the Shadowless Flying Kick as a school kid’s kick, Chen Wanhao got a bit angry, his face turned fierce, "Kid, you’re really bold. No one has dared mock our Chen Family’s Shadowless Flying Kick before; you’re the first. I was planning to kick you into submission, but it looks like I need to beat you half to death for you to understand Chen Wanhao’s might."

Saying this, Chen Wanhao leapt up fiercely, his legs in the air transformed into a blur of shadows, rapidly kicking towards Xu Xiangbei.

But this time, Xu Xiangbei didn’t use the Dragon Tiger Divine Fist but, like Chen Wanhao, leapt up high, also employing the Chen Family’s Shadowless Flying Kick, not much slower than Chen Wanhao.