Chapter 410 - Every Step in Heart
Chapter 410 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" unveils: âIâll be right back.âWang Yiwu stood up and walked out, while Wen Lianmu remained seated,... Continue the story!
âIâll be right back.âWang Yiwu stood up and walked out, while Wen Lianmu remained seated, not budging an inch.
He even leisurely lit a cup of tea for himself, savoring it carefullyâafter all, the tea in the Marshalâs residence was always a rare delicacy.
Just as he confidently assessed himself, he held no doubts about Wang Yiwuâs strength.
And Wang Yiwu himself walked with the power of a dragon and the grace of a tiger, utterly at ease.
Being invincible within his realm was what Jiang Mengxiong demanded of him, and it was also where his confidence had always lay.
Countless battles had proven this point, with innumerable challengers solidifying his reputation.
From Youmai to Zhoutian, from Zhoutian to Tongtian, without exception.
The Tongtian Environment was even a fusion of past and present, achieving historical peaks.
And there would be no exceptions in the Ascending Dragon Realm.
As for Zheng Shangming, he didnât even bother to cast him a glance.
No matter how you didnât rely on connections, how tirelessly you worked to strengthen yourself, how stubborn and diligent you were.
What did it amount to?
How many geniuses had fallen to his hands?
More than one or two?
Even the fatty Zhongxuan Shengâif it hadnât been for Zhongxuan Zun, would he even know who that was?
Outside the residence, the clamor reached his ears.
âHow dare you act so recklessly here!â
The servants in the Marshalâs residence were also greatly outraged.
Thereâs a saying, âEven third-rank officials are cautious before the Prime Ministerâs gate.â The servants of the Marshalâs residence were influential people in their own right.
When had they ever seen someone causing a commotion in front of their residence?
But Zheng Shangmingâs voice was also unabashedly bold: âYou are not worthy of speaking with me.
Tell Wang Yiwu to come out here!â
Wen Lianmu was right, this man was contradictory and awkward, as if he could endure anything, swallow any bitterness.
But once he truly got angry, he was completely reckless.
Wang Yiwu thought to himself, yet his face showed no expression, and his steps were neither hurried nor slow, each one consistently measured.
From the moment his feet touched the ground, he remained ready to strike at any given moment.
This allowed him to unleash the most powerful attack at any time, anywhere.
As he stepped out of the Marshalâs residence with the respectful gaze of the servants on him, he caught sight of the wrathful Zheng Shangming, who hadnât even had the time to change his clothes.
Clad in a porterâs garb, he had run all the way here without a break.
He looked utterly disheveled and extremely angry.
Wang Yiwu looked at him, his eyes void of any ripple, and simply asked, âAre you looking for me?â
As soon as Wang Yiwu appeared, everyone in the Marshalâs residence fell silent, fully indicating his deeply entrenched position as the master of the house.
No wonder some in Linzi called him the young marshal, treating him as if he were Jiang Mengxiongâs own son.
Zheng Shangming was uncontrollably furious.
Anyone wronged without cause, treated as a pawn to be moved at will, would feel the same ire.
Especially when that person was Zheng Shangming.
His pride was no less sharp or intense than that of the high-born young masters, if not more so.
He had rushed here straight from the military barracks without stopping, growing more bitter with every step, as the rage fire in his heart blazed fiercer and fiercer.
âDo you know who I am?â he demanded angrily.
Of course, he knew who Wang Yiwu was, and he believed Wang Yiwu couldnât possibly not know him.
No one could demean or entrap him without reason,
Not even the god of war himself!
Let alone a mere disciple of the god of war!
âWho are you?â
Even as Wang Yiwu asked, his foot stepped forward decisively, without hesitation his fist raised.
âHow dare you create a ruckus in the Marshalâs residence, it doesnât matter who you are!â
With the punch launched, the wind surged and clouds swirled.
Invincible, selfless.
Zheng Shangming had come prepared for a reckoning, ready for a fight if need be.
He wasnât ignorant of Wang Yiwuâs strength, nor did he come without preparation.
But privilege, rank, and power shouldnât be reasons to frame and misuse him, Zheng Shangming.
He was very angry.
This rage made his blood boil.
It made him clench his fist early on.
It filled his fists with power.
Path Origin erupted with fervor, his blood rushing like a torrential surge.
With a perfect unison of momentum and strength, all his anger accumulated in that single punch.
Then, with a punch thrown, steel struck steel as he collided with Wang Yiwuâs fist!
He did not dodge, and nor did Wang Yiwu.
In the moment of their fists colliding, it seemed as if everything had frozen.
Time slowed, space expanded.
Sound, breath, both lostâŚ
and then found again.
Zheng Shangming felt as if he heard a crisp sound; he sensed an overwhelmingly formidable force crushing down on him.
Unstoppable, unavoidable.
He even felt as if his entire arm had been shattered by that punch!
But that was just an illusion.
He quickly realized this fact.
Because Wang Yiwu had already withdrawn his fist.
After effortlessly crushing his punch, crushing his fist, crushing his strength, he casually pulled back his fist.
The gap in strength was so immense!
Zheng Shangming thought he might lose, might be no match, but he would give his all, never letting Wang Yiwu have it easy.
But he had never imagined the gap could be so vast.
Wang Yiwu looked at Zheng Shangming, not a hint of the sense of victory in his eyes, only coldly asking, âYou are very proud, but what is the basis of your pride?â
Zheng Shangming was struck as by lightning.
His fist had been crushed, his rage shattered along with it, and so too, the pride he rarely showed.
He had never doubted himself.
Completely rejecting any family connections, relying solely on himself, he climbed up from the very bottom of the military.
By himself, he joined the Rain-slicing Army, by himself, he became a Dui Zhengâeven with his abilities, he should at least be a deputy general by now.
If he had utilized his fatherâs connections, he could have picked his position, a Deputy General role guaranteed without question.
He thought of himself as a hero who never compromised with the world.
But he had never heard of a hero so easily defeated.
In front of Wang Yiwu, who had been setting him up and manipulating him, he was powerless with a single strike.
This cruel reality nearly destroyed the pride hidden deep within himâindeed, until now, everything was within Wen Lianmuâs calculations, including his current psychological state.
How to toy with Zheng Shangmingâs emotions afterward, manipulate his feelingsâŚ
there was already a complete design in place.
And Wang Yiwu had given Wen Lianmu sufficient trust, everything proceeding according to the established plan.
First, let Zheng Shangming witness the gap in strength, crush his confidence, temper his hatred, minimize the negative impact.
Then they would capture him, lock him up, and begin the follow-up.
Seeing Zheng Shangmingâs dispirited appearance, Wang Yiwu completely lost interest in saying anything more, just reached out and grabbed forward, âFor intruding upon the Grand Marshalâs residence, you will be detained for a few days first!â
âHold on!â
An abrupt voice sounded from afar.
The voice was resonant and powerful, exuding authority and righteousness.
While it began in the distance, by the time the sound ceased, the person was already close at hand.
A palm, turned sideways like a knife, sliced down diagonally.
Though it was just a palm, it felt like the Heavenly Knife.
Because everything seemed to split apart at this âknifeâ stroke!
This was the natural cycle of justice, a destined cut.
The outstretched hand of Wang Yiwu had no choice but to be withdrawn.
He even had to take two steps back before he could maintain his peak offensive posture in front of the newcomerâs fierce aura.
Meanwhile, inside the Grand Marshalâs residence, Wen Lianmu, who had been savoring his tea, suddenly stood up.
âHow could this be?â