Chapter 6: From “Trash” to a Blockbuster!

"Tiger Howl Fist?!"

The crowd erupted.

"Jiang Yunhong's using his Huang-rank martial art for real!"

"They say his Tiger Howl Fist has already reached the Xiaocheng realm. With his Body Tempering Level Five cultivation, that punch could break bones! Jiang Chen is finished!"

"This so-called 'young master' must be crazy. Blocking a few casual strikes made him think he could fight Jiang Yunhong? Pathetic."

Whispers full of pity and scorn echoed across the square.

Jiang Yunhong's face was twisted with rage, his killing intent thick.

"Little bastard—die!"

This was more than a fight—it was his last chance to enter Lingyun Wufu. He wouldn't let anyone take it away.

But Jiang Chen didn't even flinch.

His gaze was calm. His breathing steady.

Then—

Boom!

A terrifying aura burst from Jiang Chen's body as he clenched his fist. His knuckles cracked like thunder.

"Huang-rank Martial Art—Gravel Fist!"

With a low growl, Jiang Chen's fist shot forward, brimming with the force to split stone.

BOOM!

Two fists collided like colliding boulders.

A deafening shockwave rippled through the square, dust swirling violently.

Then—

A scream.

A figure flew backward like a broken kite, crashing onto the ground with a heavy thud.

The crowd froze.

"That… that scream… was Jiang Chen?"

"No… wait—look!"

All eyes locked on the fallen figure.

When they saw who it was, jaws dropped.

"What the—?! That's Jiang Yunhong!"

"Are my eyes deceiving me? Jiang Yunhong… was sent flying?!"

"One punch… Jiang Chen just beat Jiang Yunhong with a single punch?!"

The square fell into stunned silence before erupting into chaos.

"This is insane! Jiang Chen is the Jiang family's famous waste—how did he defeat someone three whole realms above him?!"

"Not only defeated—he sent him flying like a ragdoll! What kind of monster strength is that?!"

"Looks like the trash young master just made himself a blockbuster debut!"

Even the disciples who had been mocking Jiang Chen moments ago were staring at him with wide, fearful eyes.

On the platform, Jiang Qianhe's face stiffened, his mind reeling.

Impossible.

Yesterday, this boy was lying on the ground beaten half to death by Jiang Yunhong.

And now?

In just one night, he had transformed from a Body Tempering Level Two "waste" into a powerhouse who could crush a Level Five opponent.

How… how is this possible?

Under their stunned gazes, Jiang Chen walked forward slowly, each step echoing like a drumbeat.

He stopped in front of the battered Jiang Yunhong, who was sprawled on the ground like a beaten dog.

Then, looking down at him with cold, unshakable eyes, Jiang Chen spoke.

"Jiang Yunhong. You lose."

His words rang through the square like a final judgment.

"Hand over the Lingyun Wufu token. Now."