Chapter 32 - Dare to Curse Me as a Bastard

“Let me see you prove it, then!

Quit talking shit and put up a fight!” Ye Haochuan licked his lips and sneered. Searᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“You got guts, kid, flaring up like that in front of me.

Among the young ones, you’re the first!” Uncle Ba approached, cracking his knuckles, joints popping ominously.

Meanwhile, those who had come with Uncle Ba started cheering him on, including Sun Zhe.

“Ye Haochuan, you’re dead meat.

Your pathetic skills are nothing in front of my Uncle Ba.”

“Exactly, Young Master Sun is right.

This kid still reeks of mother’s milk, and he dares challenge our Uncle Ba, what a joke!”

“Uncle Ba, beat him black and blue to teach him his place, show him how high the sky is, and how thick the earth is.”

Amidst the chaotic noise, Uncle Ba with a dark expression had already stepped in front of Ye Haochuan.

“Ye Haochuan, remember this, a man can have pride, but not arrogance.

Now, I’ll start by making you suffer, then I’ll pull out your tendons, before breaking every bone in your body…” Uncle Ba said with a nasty grin.

“Oh, really?” Ye Haochuan gave a cold snort, “In that case, I absolutely cannot let you off the hook today.”

He had decided, since this son of a bitch was so vicious, why should he hold back?

Whoosh!

Ye Haochuan moved swiftly, closing the gap, and in a flash, he was right in front of Uncle Ba, unleashing a Shadowless Kick.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

The howling kicks followed in rapid succession, heartbreaking and lung-bursting, as countless leg shadows overwhelmed everything like a blanket.

“No good!” Uncle Ba’s face changed drastically, “Isn’t that the Shadowless Kick, the famous early technique of the ‘Holy Hand’ from the Ancient Martial Arts Sect?

How can you, a kid, know this?

Who is the ‘Holy Hand’ to you?”

Ye Haochuan’s eyebrows lifted.

Dragon Roar had told him his identity must not be exposed, and now that Uncle Ba had discovered the secret of his Shadowless Kick, it seemed the man couldn’t be allowed to live any longer.

He was dead for sure today, Ye Haochuan sneered, “You think I’d tell you?”

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…

Ye Haochuan’s relentless barrage of kicks, each carrying the force of at least a thousand pounds!

Although Uncle Ba hadn’t reached the early stage of the Postnatal Realm, as a Hellfire Disciple with decades of devotion to the martial arts path, his attacks boasted a strength of eight hundred pounds – not something to scoff at!

However, compared to Ye Haochuan, this might was insignificant.

Uncle Ba could only dodge left and right, in utmost disarray.

The most ridiculous part was that Sun Zhe and his blind followers were still cheering Uncle Ba on.

“Damn it, your strength’s not bad, kid, but I don’t believe you can withstand my Lion’s Roar!…

Roar!”

With Uncle Ba’s roar, the powerful True Qi vibrated forth, making it seem as if mountains were crumbling and the earth was splitting, felt by anyone within earshot.

Facing the indiscriminate Lion’s Roar, those like Sun Zhe at the scene with no foundational inner strength suffered terribly.

They clutched their ears, bleeding from their mouths and noses, rolling on the ground in anguish and screaming in pain.

As for Ye Haochuan, he stood there as if nothing happened, looking at Uncle Ba as if the man was ridiculous.

“Ah, you’re fine?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!” Uncle Ba stepped back three paces, his cold face showing shock.

“There’s a lot in this world that’s possible!” Ye Haochuan laughed, “Fang Ba, if you’ve got more tricks, bring them on.”

Seeing Ye Haochuan’s composed demeanor, Uncle Ba knew he had encountered a tough nut today.

Suddenly struck by a thought, his expression changed, “You…

are you a Postnatal Expert?”

No wonder he suspected Ye Haochuan.

Although his own strength wasn’t feeble, especially his Lion’s Roar, which usually had few challengers, he never imagined that it would have no effect on Ye Haochuan.

What did this mean?

It meant that Ye Haochuan’s cultivation was far more profound than his own!

With my current level of cultivation, in the Postnatal Realm below, there are few adversaries, and only Postnatal experts can suppress me!

It seems that if Ye Haochuan is not a Postnatal expert, then I must be seeing ghosts!

“It looks like you, Fang Ba, are not entirely stupid,” Ye Haochuan said with an inadvertent smile.

Fang Ba’s expression changed again, and he said solemnly, “Friend, who exactly are you?

Even if you want me, Fang Ba, dead, I at least deserve to know why!”

“Who am I?

Heh, the person who’s after your life,” Ye Haochuan’s eyes sparkled fiercely.

Now that Fang Ba had recognized my identity as someone from the Postnatal Realm, this man must not be left alive today.

If the Hellfire Sect finds out and then discovers my association with the Ancient Martial Arts Sect, I’m afraid my life will be in danger.

As for the legal consequences of murder, I’m not worried in the slightest.

Long Xiaotian once told me that the Ancient Martial Arts Sect, using “Long Group” as cover, is a mysterious force controlled by the state, protecting the core security of the entire nation.

“Fang Ba, did you just say you wanted me to taste the pain of flesh and blood, then rip out my sinews, and finally break all the bones in my body?”

After speaking, Ye Haochuan made his move, closing in with a flurry of punches and kicks.

“Aaargh!” Fang Ba immediately let out a shrill scream, and curses like “little bastard!” instinctively came out of his mouth.

Dragons have their reverse scales, touch them and you will die!

Ye Haochuan, an orphan with no parents, harbored as much love as hatred for his parents.

He could curse his parents for abandoning him, but he absolutely could not stand others insulting his parents.

In fact, he’d never given up searching for his biological parents over the years.

The term “little bastard” clearly hit his bottom line.

Now, not only did he want Fang Ba dead, but he also wanted him to die a terrible death!

“Damn, dare to call me a little bastard?”

Ye Haochuan bent down, grabbed his hair, and unleashed another series of punches and kicks, each blow carrying a force of a thousand pounds.

How could Fang Ba withstand it?

In no time, Fang Ba was covered in wounds, his skin split and flesh gaping.

But Ye Haochuan was still not satisfied.

With a snap, he stepped on Fang Ba’s thigh, crushing it until it crunched loudly.

Fang Ba screamed again, pitifully like a pig being slaughtered.

“Ye Haochuan, if you dare torture me like this, my fellow disciples will surely tear you to pieces…”

“If they have the guts, let them come.

I’ll be waiting for them, but as for you, I’m going to torture you enough today!” With that, Ye Haochuan savagely delivered three more kicks, successively breaking Fang Ba’s thigh bone and arm bones—a thorough venting of his spleen.

Soon enough, the once overbearing Fang Ba was dead on the spot.

With the man dead, the resentment in Ye Haochuan’s heart began to dissipate.

Although it was his first time killing someone and his heart was still pounding, the exhilarating feeling of possessing overwhelming strength, like a seed, took root in the depths of his soul.

At the same time, he also felt that wealth and fame were just passing clouds.

Only with greater strength, like the masters of the Ancient Martial Arts Sect who even the state relied on, could one have a transcendent status.

Just then, the door to the presidential suite behind him opened.

Ye Haochuan turned his head to look and nearly jumped out of his skin, only to see Zhao Bingqian collapsed at the doorway, looking dispirited and even bleeding from the corner of her mouth.

This isn’t good, it must have been Fang Ba’s Lion’s Roar that affected Zhao Bingqian, who was hiding in the room.

“Bingqian!”

Ye Haochuan rushed over and checked her pulse.

Fortunately, her injuries were slight and he immediately transferred his Longevity True Qi to her.

Before long, Zhao Bingqian came to and returned to her lively and quirky self.

She got up, and upon learning from Ye Haochuan that Fang Ba was the cause of her injuries, she became annoyed and started kicking Fang Ba’s corpse wildly.

“Bastard, you actually hurt me, I’ll kick you to death, kick you to death…”

At first, Ye Haochuan didn’t mind and let her vent her anger.

He was preparing to check on Sun Zhe and his group’s fate when a small booklet fell out of Fang Ba’s body.

“What’s that?” Ye Haochuan walked over curiously.