Chapter Sixty-four: A Single Move (Part One)

“Hmph! Wang Zhenguo, stop your whining and get out of my way. If you block my path again, you’ll regret it when we get back.” Yang Chenjun not only failed to appreciate Wang Zhenguo’s good intentions, but rebuked him harshly instead.

“You—” Wang Zhenguo was instantly choked by the words, unable to retort. He could only fume inwardly, thinking that his kindness was wasted. Since you’re so eager to court disaster, I’ll wash my hands of it. With that, he stepped aside and prepared to watch the drama unfold.

At that moment, Long Yanyu sensed something was wrong. She snapped out of her daydream and hurried forward to block Yang Chenjun, shouting, “Yang Chenjun, you can’t do this! Have you forgotten our mission? You’re violating discipline and will be expelled. Besides, you can’t defeat Liu Fan—don’t humiliate yourself.” In her anxiety, she blurted out these words, but instantly regretted it. She knew Yang Chenjun too well: he was proud and intensely self-confident.

As expected, at Long Yanyu’s words, Yang Chenjun’s mood became wild and violent. He always considered himself the foremost among the younger generation, never caring about his peers, and even looked down on some elders who were weaker. Suddenly, someone told him—someone he liked, no less—that he couldn’t beat a man seven or eight years his junior. How could he not lose his mind?

In that moment, Yang Chenjun was completely irrational, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, “Long Yanyu, get out of my way! Today I must settle this with him once and for all. Don’t stop me, or I won’t be polite.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he shoved Long Yanyu aside with force.

Long Yanyu was nearly knocked off her feet by the push. Though she possessed special abilities, her physical strength was only slightly above that of an ordinary person, and she couldn’t withstand the shove from someone at Yang Chenjun’s level. Fortunately, Liu Fan reacted swiftly, catching her in his arms.

“Are you alright?” With the beauty in his arms, Liu Fan remained calm and gentle, asking her softly. Even the legendary Liu Xiabei would have to admire his composure.

Long Yanyu was still stunned, unable to believe Yang Chenjun had used force against her. Coming back to her senses, she realized she was nestled in Liu Fan’s embrace, and he was looking at her with concern—his gaze pure and profound, making her heart race like fifteen buckets tumbling, up and down. Her cheeks flushed involuntarily, and hearing his deep, magical voice, she felt entranced, unwilling to wake from the dreamlike moment.

But then she noticed something odd; it seemed that a large hand was tightly grasping her soft chest. Without thinking, she slapped Liu Fan’s face, the sound ringing out. Liu Fan felt a burning pain and was about to ask what was wrong, when his hand moved slightly and realized he was touching something soft.

It turned out that, when Liu Fan saw her falling, he instinctively tried to catch her, but inadvertently his hand landed on her bosom. He hadn’t realized it at first, but now he understood why the slap was deserved.

“Scoundrel!” Long Yanyu immediately regretted slapping him. She could tell from his eyes that it hadn’t been intentional, but once the deed was done, she had no choice but to follow through. Yet Liu Fan pushed his luck, actually molesting the maiden’s untouched chest—she felt both shy and angry, unable to lash out further, forcing herself to mutter curses at him.

Now aware of his mistake, Liu Fan awkwardly released Long Yanyu, gazing skyward and stammering, “Um, well, it wasn’t on purpose, I just… heh heh.” He scratched his head in embarrassment, lost for words.

Long Yanyu feigned composure, saying, “It’s fine, you were just trying to catch me.” Her words were generous, but her eyes darted around, unable to meet Liu Fan’s gaze. Anyone could see something was amiss. Her thoughts, however, ran differently: it wasn’t the first time he’d touched her, so why was she so embarrassed?

While the two exchanged glances, Yang Chenjun saw their flirtation, as if he were invisible—an utter disregard for him. He screamed in rage, “You shameless pair! Is this enough? When I’ve finished off the Liu brat, you can get all cozy in the hospital!” Without warning, he launched an attack at Liu Fan.

Hearing the rush of wind behind him, Liu Fan feared for Long Yanyu’s safety. He pulled her close and, in a flash, retreated over twenty meters, then gently set her down. He looked at the frenzied Yang Chenjun with calm composure and scoffed, “Hmph! Could you be any more shameless, resorting to sneak attacks? Today you’ve repeatedly angered me. Fine, very well. It seems you need a lesson to learn where milk comes from.” Sweat… It seemed he had once sneak-attacked others himself, yet now he was self-righteous in scolding someone else. Could he be any more shameless?

Yang Chenjun’s sneak attack failed, but instead of being angry at Liu Fan’s sarcasm, he became even more arrogant. “Fine, fine, fine. Ha! A country bumpkin dares to boast about teaching me a lesson? Take this!”

No sooner had he spoken than Yang Chenjun summoned all his power, attacking Liu Fan again. His palms slowly turned from red to pale purple, eventually enveloped by a violet aura—the mark of a martial artist at the Earth Level: true energy protection. Of course, Yang Chenjun was only at the mid-Earth Level, so he could infuse true energy into his hands but not yet protect his whole body. At the peak, one could shield their entire body with true energy.

“Is this…the legendary Violet Mist Divine Art of Mount Hua Sect?” Wang Zhenguo, knowledgeable about various martial arts, exclaimed in astonishment as Yang Chenjun unleashed his move, knowing well the fame of the ‘Violet Mist Divine Art.’

“Violet Mist Divine Art, Third Form—Boundless Radiance!” Yang Chenjun shouted, and a wave of purple light swept toward Liu Fan.

Liu Fan, however, regarded Yang Chenjun with disdain, as if watching a monkey perform tricks. He immediately saw through the move’s flaws: the radiance was just an illusion meant to confuse opponents, nothing that could escape his eyes. Calmly, he remarked, “All flash, no substance, merely a facade.” With that, his figure moved in a blur. Using only his physical strength, he delivered a side kick to Yang Chenjun’s chest. With a loud thud, the violet aura surrounding Yang Chenjun dissipated without a trace.

Then came the sound of bone cracking, followed by a scream of agony. Yang Chenjun felt as though he were flying through clouds, knocked backward over ten meters, landing heavily on the ground with an intimate collision.