Chapter 196 - 150: My Name is Wan Ze! The ’Wan’ in "Unmatched by Ten Thousand

Chapter 196: Chapter 150: My Name is Wan Ze! The ’Wan’ in "Unmatched by Ten Thousand

The dust was still drifting in the air, not yet having settled.

But the world had fallen completely silent, as if welcoming the arrival of a king.

Zheng Tao stared in horror at Wan Ze’s back. He took an unconscious step backward, his throat bobbing frantically with an unspeakable dread.

Beside him, the gray-haired old man’s eyes, which had been narrowed to slits, suddenly snapped open, a sharp light bursting from them.

Wan Ze withdrew his hand and unhurriedly brushed nonexistent dust from his cuff. He turned to look at the two of them, his gaze so calm it was almost bland, as if he were looking at two insignificant objects. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly to everyone’s ears.

"Outside the Holy City, you can be as arrogant as you want; I won’t pick a fight with you. But on the Holy City’s turf, what gives you the audacity to trouble my Dragon Eagle people?"

The moment those words landed, Zheng Tao’s vision went black.

’It’s all over!’

His deal with the Nine Elders to handle this matter had been a clandestine affair from start to finish.

The name Dragon Eagle was too big—so big that even the Golden Gate Sect would have to walk the other way... It wasn’t that they didn’t want to cozy up to them; they didn’t dare.

His whole scheme had been to just secretly deliver the person and be done with it. But who could have known... who could have possibly known this old bastard’s eldest disciple would be so goddamn useless!

Zheng Tao couldn’t help but glance at the Nine Elders, his eyes full of resentment.

’If you’d just handled this yourself from the start, we wouldn’t be in this mess!’

’And now look.’

’Goddammit, we’re completely screwed!’

But the Nine Elders didn’t look at him.

His gaze was fixed on Wan Ze’s face as he frantically searched the depths of his memory for any Dragon Eagle expert who matched this man’s appearance.

But... none of them matched.

He didn’t know this person.

Even though his own worthless eldest disciple hadn’t been able to withstand a single move, still...

"Dragon Eagle?" The Nine Elders suddenly let out a derisive laugh, his voice raspy and coarse. "What big talk! Who do you think you are? You think you can represent Dragon Eagle?"

Before his voice had even faded, his body sank slightly, his feet planted firmly on the ground. He looked like a white crane with its wings folded, ready to strike.

This was the signature skill he had honed for forty-eight years.

"So you really don’t know anything," Wan Ze said, taking a single step forward.

Just one step.

But the bluestone ground beneath his foot seemed to have been struck by a colossal hammer. Spiderweb-like cracks spread out wildly from the tip of his toe.

The entire ground trembled violently from that single step. In the instant the stone fragments exploded upward, Wan Ze’s figure had already vanished from his spot.

There was no whistling wind.

No violent gust of air.

Only a calm voice, ringing out unhurriedly across the entire courtyard...

"Then what made you dare to attack me?"

The Nine Elders’ pupils contracted violently!

But he didn’t retreat.

Decades of training his form revealed their astonishing foundation in this moment.

His hands shot up, fingers loosely curled into the shape of a crane’s beak. His arms spread to the sides like a white crane’s wings before suddenly snapping shut!

No retreat! He advanced! Meeting offense with offense!

In an instant, the Nine Elders’ fists moved like lightning, weaving an impenetrable net of strikes before him with a shriek that tore through the air!

White Crane Fist’s philosophy was to meet incoming attacks and send out your own—you throw your punch, and I’ll throw mine!

No matter which direction Wan Ze came from, the three-foot space in front of him was an absolute forbidden zone!

"Wait... Nine Elders, watch out!!"

Zheng Tao’s terrified cry was practically a full-throated scream.

But it was too late.

"BOOM!!!"

A series of thunderous explosions erupted, shaking the entire courtyard!

The dust that had yet to settle was blasted upward by the shockwave, then violently pushed outward, creating a momentary vacuum!

In the blink of an eye, Wan Ze was already standing behind the Nine Elders like a ghost.

’Not good!’

The Nine Elders sensed something, and his heart skipped a beat. The fierce gust of wind exploding toward the back of his head made every hair on his body stand on end.

’If this hits me squarely, forget paralysis, I’d be lucky to even survive!’

At this life-or-death moment, forty-eight years of hard training saved him.

The Nine Elders’ neck suddenly stiffened, his head held high. As if pulled up by an invisible string, his entire body was lifted, his feet leaving the ground almost simultaneously. He flipped in mid-air, his body twisting rapidly as he seized the opportunity to counterattack!

His arms spun around, his pair of Crane Beak Fists pecking down from the air, aiming straight for the back of Wan Ze’s head!

This killing blow was called "White Crane’s Returning Feather," and it had once made him famous in the martial world!

However...

Wan Ze still didn’t turn around.

He just raised a hand.

And casually swatted it away.

"BANG!!!"

The Nine Elders’ descending figure seemed to collide with an invisible wall, and he was sent flying backward even faster than he’d come.

When his feet hit the ground, he staggered back seven or eight steps, each one cracking the bluestone tiles beneath him. On the final step, the Nine Elders let out a great roar as he performed Qi Sinking into the Dantian, barely managing to halt his momentum.

But inside, he was reeling in shock.

He raised his head and stared fixedly at Wan Ze’s back, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

"You..."

But before he could finish his word, Wan Ze was already moving.

It was as if a great mountain had descended from the heavens, darkening the entire courtyard.

The Nine Elders’ pupils shrank. Before he could react in any way, Wan Ze’s palm was already bearing down on his head.

It was the exact same motion he had used on the one-eyed brute’s face earlier.

But this time, the Nine Elders clearly felt the terror coming from under Wan Ze’s palm... It wasn’t just Power; it was an absolute, brutish suppression that defied all reason!

’How is this possible!’

’He’s so young!!!!’

But Wan Ze gave the Nine Elders no more time to think.

"THUD!!"

Wan Ze’s palm was already planted firmly on the Nine Elders’ face. His fingers tightened, and grabbing the man’s head, he brutally smashed it against the wall behind them!