Chapter 104: Of all the martial arts under heaven, only speed is invincible!

On Han Yue’s back, a protruding palm print was etched in chilling detail. The arena fell silent; those who had been cheering for Han Yue moments ago were struck dumb.

Only Jiang Yu could sense that Chen Chuwang’s strike had shattered Han Yue’s heart. His flesh, which could withstand blades and axes, had proven as fragile as dried bean curd under her slender hand.

From Jiang Yu’s vantage point, it appeared as though her hand had been driven clean through Han Yue’s chest. The woman was truly ruthless; after striking him dead, she did not withdraw her hand. Instead, she channeled her internal energy once more, a violent, surging force that punched straight through his body. Her arm protruded from his back, blood streaming incessantly.

"Ah!"

Yan Xiaoxiao screamed, her eyes squeezed shut; the scene before her was beyond what she could bear. The male students, including Xiao Xun, also turned deathly pale, trembling as they stared at the ring.

"Judging by Miss Chen’s demeanor," Jiang Yu asked with curiosity, "she seems to harbor a deep-seated hatred for Han Yue?"

Chen Kun showed no sign of discomfort. He sneered, "That trash from the Han family deserves to die. Every member of the Han family I see, I kill. If it weren't for them, we wouldn't have fallen to such a state."

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Yu with sudden vigilance. "Why are you asking all this?"

"No reason," Jiang Yu replied, shaking his head with a smile.

It seemed the Chen family had undergone significant changes over the years. After a moment’s hesitation, Jiang Yu asked, "Is there a man in the Chen family named Chen Shanhe?"

At the mention of the name, Chen Kun’s blood surged, his entire body tensing to its limit, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. He lowered his voice, his tone sharp: "You know Lin Shanhe? Kid, who exactly are you?"

His posture suggested that if Jiang Yu said one wrong word, Chen Kun would launch a vicious attack. Seeing his reaction, Jiang Yu found his answer.

Jiang Yu pondered for a moment and smiled. "No need to be so tense. I simply heard my elders speak of how the 'Imperial Sovereign' Chen Shanhe was once peerless, suppressing the secular martial arts world with his own strength. When I heard your surname, I just asked out of curiosity."

Chen Kun stared at Jiang Yu, suspicious. Seeing the young man’s harmless smile, he slowly eased his guard.

He huffed, speaking with pride: "What harm is there in telling you? Chen Shanhe was our grandfather. It is a pity he vanished twenty years ago. If he were still here, would Gu Changsheng even have the right to speak in China today?"

Jiang Yu was stunned. Had Chen Shanhe passed away? Logically, he should have had another decade of life. Even in his twilight years, with his cultivation regressing and his vitality drying up, he shouldn't have died so quickly.

With a head full of questions, Jiang Yu looked back at the ring. The mountain-like Han Yue had collapsed to the ground, his life force extinguished. Chen Chuwang stood before the corpse, taking out a handkerchief to gently wipe the blood from her arm.

At this moment, no one viewed Chen Chuwang as merely a stunning beauty anymore. The cold, decisive ruthlessness with which she treated human life as if it were grass sent a chill down the spines of everyone present. From the moment she stepped onto the ring until she killed Han Yue, less than five minutes had passed—as effortless as slaughtering a chicken.

Song Wenxue stared at Chen Chuwang, eyes wide with disbelief. How was this possible? A mere delicate woman—no matter how much strength she possessed, how could she surpass a full-grown man, especially one with Han Yue’s formidable physique?

Chen Kun laughed. "Professor Song, do you believe it now?"

Song Wenxue wanted to shake his head, but with Han Yue’s corpse lying right there, he had witnessed the event with his own eyes. Before he could find a rational explanation, he was forced to accept that there were indeed people in this world with superhuman strength.

The students looked deathly pale, clearly shaken by the sight. One of them spoke timidly, "Someone died. What should we do?"

They were ordinary university students, accustomed to living by the rules, never even having seen a chicken slaughtered. Now, witnessing a living person being struck through the body, the faint-hearted among them were nearly terrified to the point of incontinence.

"Yeah, shouldn't we leave right away?" Yan Xiaoxiao chimed in.

Chen Kun curled his lip. "In this underground arena, people die every so often. We just bury them somewhere, and no one ever investigates. Besides, if you want to step onto this stage, you have to be prepared to be beaten to death."

"Why is it called 'black boxing'? Because these matches are illegal. Every year, dozens, if not more, die on this ring. Did you really think money was that easy to earn?"

Chen Kun’s words left them speechless. It was true; these places were beyond the reach of the law, and anything could happen.

As he spoke, Chen Kun noticed Jiang Yu, who sat beside him. He looked young, barely over twenty. The students around him were already blue in the face and unable to speak, yet Jiang Yu remained calm, as if he were accustomed to such sights, his expression not shifting in the slightest. Coupled with his earlier mention of Chen Shanhe, Chen Kun couldn't help but study him with curiosity.

The more he looked, the more familiar Jiang Yu seemed, as if he had seen him often. But for the life of him, Chen Kun couldn't remember where.

Chen Chuwang walked toward them, her expression cold as frost, the black dress she wore adding to her dangerous, seductive aura. Everyone watched her with terror; what they feared most was not her lethal palm strike, but the indifference in her eyes, which saw life as nothing more than an ant’s.

"Let’s go."

Leaving those words, Chen Chuwang turned and walked toward the exit.

Jiang Yu smiled inexplicably. "I'm afraid we can't leave."

Through his divine sense, he could feel over twenty people surrounding the area, some of them brandishing pistols.

Before Chen Kun could speak, a roar echoed: "Leave? Do you think you're getting out of here tonight?"

A middle-aged man carrying a gun walked down toward the ring. The scar on his face was striking, nearly bisecting his entire cheek.

"Everyone else, get out!"

The crowd scattered. Most were gamblers, addicts, or local thugs; seeing the armed men storming in, they scrambled to escape.

Chen Chuwang looked at Professor Song and his students, saying coldly, "You all leave first. Wait at the hotel."

Then, she turned to Chen Kun: "Look at the mess you've made."

Since they had come to destroy the Han family’s operation tonight, they should have anticipated the consequences, yet Chen Kun had brought these innocent students along.

Hearing Chen Chuwang’s irritated tone, Chen Kun gave an awkward smile. "I just wanted them to see the world. A bunch of bookworms—they’ve never seen anything, never heard of anything. How are they supposed to survive in society later?"

Jiang Yu shook his head with a smile; this Chen Kun was truly reckless.

"Let's go."

Jiang Yu followed Professor Song and the others, intending to leave. Just as they reached the door, a shout rang out: "Those two are with Chen Chuwang! I saw them talking earlier!"

A machete swung down violently. Anya screamed, instinctively burying herself in Jiang Yu’s arms.

As the lights were cut, the room plunged into darkness. Jiang Yu let out a soft snort and flicked his finger, a streak of light cutting through the air. The thug stared wide-eyed, standing frozen as if he had seen a ghost.

The cyan blade of energy carved through the air, leaving a deep trench in the floor that extended out from beneath Jiang Yu’s feet. In the darkness, the figure blocking their path was sliced in two.

Anya, hidden in Jiang Yu’s arms, saw it all clearly. At that moment, she forgot her fear, her entire body rigid.

Was... was this even human?

The worldview Anya had built over twenty years collapsed under that single streak of cyan light.

In the darkness, no one noticed the situation near Jiang Yu as gunfire erupted. The middle-aged man with the gun spotted them, and without a word, leveled his weapon at Jiang Yu and Anya and pulled the trigger.

*Bang!*

The roar of the gunshot was deafening. The momentary flash of the muzzle illuminated Jiang Yu’s cold face in the darkness.

A few seconds later, Anya opened her eyes. The expected tragedy had not occurred. The middle-aged man was stunned—why hadn't the young man across from him fallen?

Had he missed?

At that moment, as the man narrowed his eyes and looked closely at Jiang Yu, he swallowed hard, his mouth hanging open. The sight chilled his soul: "Holy hell, what the f*ck is this?"

He screamed, his gun clattering to the floor.

His gaze shifted slowly...

Jiang Yu held two fingers up, and the bullet that had been fired was caught perfectly between them, motionless.

A movie line instinctively popped into the middle-aged man’s mind.

*Of all the martial arts in the world, only speed is invincible.*