Chapter 403: Number One on the Ranking Enters the Capital!

"Xie Zhihu, you're an Upper Sixth-Rank who has passed the life tribulation, how could you have the nerve to challenge Yang of the Ironclad Department."

Yun Buchuan said with a faint smile, "I still need to bring Yang of the Ironclad Department and the others back to the Ironclad Department to report on our duties, everyone, please stop blocking our way."

Xie Zhihu smiled faintly and clasped his hands in salute:

"Director Yun, this Yang of the Ironclad Department just now cursed up a storm, insisting on a one-on-one duel with my martial uncle.

He and I are both Sixth-Rank, and he even has the record of killing Mingxin, so I figure fighting him wouldn't count as... bullying the weak?"

Gu Weizhou immediately laughed:

"There are so many people here today, your Ironclad Department isn't chickening out, is it?

Just like the rumors say, you only bully the weak, but when you meet someone stronger, your knees go soft."

Yun Buchuan's expression darkened, and the Ironclad agents he brought swept their gazes across the surroundings.

They could see that at the wharf, whether it was the Water Transport Guild boatmen, the peddlers selling goods here, the fishermen selling their catch, or the various merchants, everyone was watching what was happening.

Xu Wenjun's eyes shifted slightly, and he said with a faint smile:

"Director Yun, this matter should be left to Yang of the Ironclad Department to decide."

Yun Buchuan recalled the scene of Yang Ling killing Mingxin that day.

"That kid does indeed have Upper Sixth-Rank combat power, but Xie Zhihu isn't just some ordinary Upper Sixth-Rank either..."

Xie Zhihu looked at Yang Ling and said with a smile:

"Yang of the Ironclad Department, where did that arrogant attitude of yours from just now go?"

"Are you waiting for the Ironclad Department to stand up for you?"

Yang Ling ignored him and asked Yun Buchuan:

"Director Yun, if I duel him here, would that be against the law?"

"As long as the two of you come to an agreement yourselves, and with the Ironclad Department overseeing things here, it wouldn't be against the law."

Yun Buchuan said after some deliberation.

"That's good to hear."

Yang Ling beckoned to Xie Zhihu:

"Since you want to stand up for that sack of shit Gu Weizhou, then I'll teach you a lesson first. After I'm done with you, I'll go after the old one in your family."

Xie Zhihu chuckled lightly: "All talk..."

Yang Ling vanished from where he stood.

Xie Zhihu's brows furrowed slightly, his cultivation technique began to circulate, and his dual attributes instantly skyrocketed.

But the very next second, he suddenly felt something grab hold of his hair.

Before he could even react, a storm of ferocious attacks was already raining down on his face.

Yang Ling gripped Xie Zhihu's head, slapping him again and again.

"All talk, huh! All talk, huh! All talk..."

He didn't use a weapon, nor did he use any other martial arts technique.

He merely activated the Vajra Bright King Technique and the Great-Grade Azure Dragon Force.

His palm strikes whipped up terrifying afterimages.

He could land seventy to eighty hits per second.

In less than three seconds, Yang Ling suddenly let go.

Xie Zhihu collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.

His lips were swollen to the point they looked like two sausage links.

At the same time, his entire face had varying degrees of swelling.

His originally somewhat straight nose bridge had been forcefully flattened by these several hundred palm strikes.

Now, not a trace of handsomeness could be seen on his face.

Even Gu Weizhou, his own martial uncle, could barely recognize his own martial nephew.

His expression was stunned, a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

The Confucian scholars present looked exactly the same, their brains still struggling to catch up, unclear about what had just happened.

Yun Buchuan was slightly surprised. This kid seemed to have gotten a bit stronger than the last time they met?

Lu Yunchen looked at the fallen Xie Zhihu, then at Yang Ling, and instinctively swallowed.

He could no longer connect Yang Ling with that junior he had once assessed.

Could these really be the same person?

He asked himself, even if he ground himself to the bone cultivating, he would absolutely never be able to defeat an Upper Sixth-Rank like Xie Zhihu.

"So it seems Mingxin really did die at his hands back then..."

Hong Ruohai and the others gasped sharply.

As Ironclad agents of the Command Division, they had witnessed Mingxin's methods firsthand.

When they heard that Mingxin had died at the hands of a newly promoted Ironclad Department Director from Changhe Prefectural Capital, they'd actually harbored some doubts.

They thought someone was paving the way for their own junior, handing him credit.

This time, they finally witnessed this Yang of the Ironclad Department's methods with their own eyes.

They had to admit, not a single one of them would likely be a match for this Yang of the Ironclad Department.

"Not bad, he'll definitely be able to look after Qingnian once he's on Fire Flood Dragon Island."

Xu Wenjun was very satisfied, and the dissatisfaction he'd felt over the other man consuming that Vital Qi Age Defying pill diminished somewhat.

At this moment, the vast wharf was plunged into dead silence.

The players present had excitement blazing in their eyes.

Although they hadn't quite understood the fight just now, as it had ended so quickly.

This was also the first time they'd seen a high-level duel between Natives of the Divine Realm up close!

"That was incredible, that Ironclad agent's speed is like a superhero, he left afterimages!"

"Is the ceiling of this Divine Realm really this high? A Sixth-Rank expert has this kind of power?"

"Train in martial arts! I have to train hard in martial arts! If I don't train, don't level up, I won't even have the right to escape when I run into an expert like this in the future!"

After calming down, many players felt a tremendous sense of crisis.

They had been monotonously hauling goods and leveling up day after day, which had left them somewhat numb.

They'd also felt that matters of the martial world were far removed from them.

Now, they didn't dare think that way anymore.

If experts like these fought a bit more fiercely, the residual shockwaves alone could kill them.

"Yang Ling! If anything happens to my martial nephew..."

Gu Weizhou gritted his teeth as he glared at Yang Ling.

"You want to duel me!? Come on then!"

Yang Ling transformed into a gust of wind and vanished from where he stood.

In an instant, he delivered over twenty kicks to Gu Weizhou!

He held back, not using Treading Emptiness, nor Two-Times Critical Hit, and certainly not the Azure Dragon Force.

Gu Weizhou was kicked flying horizontally over a hundred meters across the ground, only stopping when he slammed into a shipping container.

The nearby boatmen instinctively scattered, looks of terror in their eyes.

Lu Yunchen had no chance to stop it, muttering under his breath:

"Didn't Yun Ruo tell you to keep a low profile..."

Yun Buchuan immediately looked at the group of stunned Confucian scholars:

"Their duel has concluded, take them back to tend to their injuries."

One sentence set the tone.

A duel. This was not against the law in Zhao State.

The Confucian scholars were furious, their bodies trembling all over.

They'd truly never seen a Military Officer who would strike at the drop of a hat, and for a moment, they didn't dare hurl any more insults.

Yang Ling quickly walked over to Xie Zhihu, crouched down, and asked:

"Where's your Little Martial Uncle? Is he in the Capital? Is he at the Star Observation Academy?"

Xie Zhihu had somewhat come back to his senses, his swollen eyes reduced to mere slits, unable to make out the figure before him:

"The Little Martial Uncle isn't in the Capital, he's gone out on a journey..."

Gone out on a journey?

Yang Ling listened to the man's heartbeat and felt the speed of the blood flowing through his body, and confirmed he wasn't lying.

But he didn't quite believe that Luo Kai would go on a journey.

"Either he's in the Capital, or he's run off to the Rong tribe's territory."

"He has the Divine Realm Communication Channel, he can completely remote-control those Immortal God Sect believers in the Capital."

"Good. Those believers can be picked out with a single glance at their Status Panel, so dealing with them won't be difficult."

As he was thinking this, the group of Confucian scholars, with wary expressions, had already carried Xie Zhihu away from in front of Yang Ling, and were supporting Gu Weizhou as they hurriedly left.

Yun Buchuan helplessly called Yang Ling and the others over, heading toward the Ironclad Department.

The Water Transport Guild's Supervisor immediately stepped forward, barking at everyone to get back to work.

The wharf returned to its previous bustle.

"Guild Leader, just now I think I heard that Ironclad agent's name, it's the exact same name as our Number One on the Ranking."

A boatman player's expression shifted, and he spoke cautiously.

The nearby players fell into silence upon hearing this.

A few breaths later, their faces showed shock.

Ironclad agent, Yang Ling, wasn't that the Number One on the Ranking!?

"Number One on the Ranking has entered the Capital!"

The boatman player known as the Guild Leader muttered to himself:

"Turbulent winds precede a stormy mountain..."

A Water Transport Guild Supervisor happened to walk by and barked:

"Not working, reciting poetry here!?"

The boatman players present immediately dispersed and threw themselves back into their work.