The other soldiers, seeing their leader held fast by the wrist, each erupted in fury, grabbing nearby stools to hurl at Ye Jingyu…
Ye Jingyu merely sneered, his body utterly still. He simply yanked the scarred man forward, causing one of the stools thrown by a soldier to smash squarely against the leader’s head. The stool instantly shattered into splinters, while the scarred man’s skull split open, a stream of blood erupting outwards…
“Chief…” The soldier who had thrown the stool, realizing his error, instantly turned pale with dismay…
“Chief my ass, can’t you aim any better, damn it! How the hell is this pretty boy so strong?” The scarred man, despite his head bleeding profusely, was considered a tough one; he didn't even groan, instead launching his other hand toward Ye Jingyu…
Ye Jingyu suddenly released his grip on the scarred man’s wrist, then swiftly threw a punch straight into the man’s lower abdomen, sending him flying backward to crash heavily onto the floor. His face mottled deep purple as he began retching bile…
This sudden turn of events had alerted the surrounding diners, who quickly scrambled back, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire…
The remaining soldiers watched Ye Jingyu send their leader flying with a single punch, shock washing over their faces. To them, Ye Jingyu looked so fair and delicate, perhaps even weaker than a scholar incapable of lifting a feather. How could he possess such monstrous strength?
“Brothers, grab your weapons!” Those soldiers were truly fierce; they each snatched a stool from the vicinity and hurled them toward Ye Jingyu…
Seeing that these men hadn't drawn their personal battle swords, a faint smile touched Ye Jingyu’s lips. As long as blades weren't involved, they were still relatively rational…
Facing the whistling stools, Ye Jingyu didn't even bother to concern himself, not moving an inch…
“CRASH!” A few sharp sounds echoed as three stools impacted Ye Jingyu almost simultaneously. Yet, every stool disintegrated, leaving Ye Jingyu utterly unmarked…
Witnessing such a terrifying scene, everyone was once again stunned. Was this man even human? How could his skull be so impenetrable?
“Well? Are you going to keep throwing?” Ye Jingyu finally looked up, a wicked grin playing on his lips…
“Damn it, I don’t believe we can’t hit you!” Three soldiers roared in anger and rushed forward again with more stools…
“Are you really intent on throwing?” Ye Jingyu spoke, his body suddenly blurring into a phantom movement. He followed with a sweeping kick, the immense force slamming into the three incoming stools, kicking them to shreds. The kick landed precisely on the three men’s abdomens, sending them immediately following the scarred man’s unfortunate path…
They all crashed heavily to the ground, groaning and spewing bitter bile, unable to crawl back up…
“Sigh, with your skill level, you dare try to claim territory? Go back and train for a few more years before coming back here,” Ye Jingyu clapped his hands together, adopting an expression of disappointment in their lack of potential…
“You insolent brat, you’re asking for death!” The scarred man, seemingly pushed past his limit by Ye Jingyu, slowly pulled himself up from the ground, drawing his battle sword with a flourish. A powerful burst of Innate True Qi erupted from him…
“An Innate Martial Master?” Ye Jingyu’s eyebrows lifted slightly, tinged with surprise. He hadn't expected this random stranger to have reached the realm of Innate Martial Master. It seemed the Iron Army had truly progressed significantly over the past year or so…
“It’s good that you know,” the scarred man huffed, yet he swung his sword toward Ye Jingyu, bringing forth a slash of azure blade light that formed in the air, aiming fiercely at Ye Jingyu. However, Ye Jingyu could discern that the man wasn't using his full power, clearly worried about actually killing him…
“Heh, if you don’t use your full strength, how can you possibly be my match?” Ye Jingyu sneered, knowing the man dared not escalate to murder. He stepped forward sharply, driving a powerful punch directly against the sharp blade energy…
Everyone watching was startled by Ye Jingyu’s reckless charge. Though he appeared quite sturdy, they doubted he could withstand his own blade energy…
The scarred man started in alarm. He hadn't truly intended to kill Ye Jingyu, merely to show him some teeth. Seeing Ye Jingyu charging headlong toward him, he tried to recall the strike, but the opponent’s speed was too great. The punch slammed into the blade energy…
“CLANG!”
Like shattering glass, the azure blade light instantly fragmented. Ye Jingyu’s fist then connected directly with the battle sword itself. Instantly, the sharp blade, forged from tungsten steel, completely fractured…
The immense recoil numbed the scarred man’s hands, causing him to lose his grip on the remaining hilt, which dropped down. His entire being, however, was frozen in an expression of absolute terror…
He was an Innate Martial Master; the attack carried Innate True Qi. Even those practicing Iron Shirt techniques couldn't completely ignore his blade energy! Yet this man had broken his blade energy purely on brute force and smashed his sword to pieces. Was he even human?
As the scarred man remained in shock, Ye Jingyu calmly extended a palm and tapped lightly on the man’s chest. He flew backward toward the staircase, spitting out a mouthful of blood—this was already Ye Jingyu holding back significantly…
The three soldiers still prone on the floor, spitting bile, had no time to cheer for their leader before they saw him sent flying. Their faces immediately turned ashen once more…
They had only come out for a meal; how could they encounter such a sudden calamity?
Pain shot through the scarred man’s chest. He braced for another hard impact on the floor, but halfway through his flight, a hand gripped him mid-air and gently set him down. He started, then turned his head in shock to see a man with an unyielding expression. His face lit up with joy…
“General Ye, you must seek justice for your brothers!”
The scarred man’s look of despair instantly transformed into elation. The newcomer was none other than Ye Longyi, one of the Iron Army’s Three Great Generals, whose cultivation had already reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm, just one step away from the Great Grandmaster realm…
Though the Iron Army maintained strict military discipline, they were notorious for protecting their own. Anyone causing trouble outside the ranks would face severe disciplinary action, but before that, justice had to be served first. Men of the Iron Army could not be bullied by outsiders…
This was a tradition passed down by Ye Jingyu, the first commander of the Iron Army…
Thus, the scarred man was absolutely certain that with General Ye Longyi’s arrival, their brothers would surely have satisfaction restored…