Chapter Thirty-Eight: Seventh-Rank Grandmaster

Seeing Master Xu step forward personally, the crowd of underlings behind him burst into cheers and shouts to embolden him.

"Go Master Xu!"
"With Master Xu taking action himself, that kid is dead for sure!"
"I bet that kid won't even last three moves!"
"I bet Master Xu will finish him in a single strike!"

As the top expert under Black Dragon's command, Master Xu commanded great confidence from the group.

Su Jiuchuan, unable to help and feeling anxious on the sidelines, said with a hint of regret, "If I had known it would come to this, I should have brought our Su family's own retainer along to assist!"

"Heh." Black Dragon waved his hand and smiled. "Don't panic, Boss Su. Though this Master Xu may not look like much, he is a true top-tier expert—a seventh-rank master!"

"He has followed me for ten years; I know him better than anyone!"

"Beyond a hundred meters, I wouldn't dare to say, but within a hundred meters, he is invincible!"

At this moment, the distance between the two sides was exactly one hundred meters. As Master Xu strode forward, the gap between them closed rapidly. In Black Dragon’s eyes, at such close range, the outcome was already set in stone—there was no need for further discussion.

After hearing Black Dragon's introduction, Su Jiuchuan could not help but show respect toward Master Xu.

"So he is a seventh-rank master! My apologies for the lack of courtesy!"

One must know that even the retainer of the Su family was merely an eighth-rank. The realm of masters is divided into nine ranks, with the first rank being the pinnacle and the ninth the lowest. Even a ninth-rank master could easily handle a hundred opponents single-handedly. Those who could break through the ninth rank to enter the eighth or seventh were all possessors of unique skills, rarely meeting their match. As for the sixth, fifth, and beyond, they were beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

With this, Su Jiuchuan was completely at ease and watched intently, eager to witness the power of a seventh-rank master.

Watching Master Xu rush toward him with long, swift strides, Ye Feng couldn't help but offer a cold smile.

"Is this how Black Dragon intends to welcome me?"

However, seeing that the man had a robust physique, steady footwork, and a solid foundation, it was clear he was a trained fighter—far superior to the bottom-tier trash sent out before.

Ye Feng mused that Black Dragon did have some capable people by his side, but they were ultimately nothing more than small fry.

"Kid, you're a practitioner, aren't you?"

Seeing that the distance had closed to within thirty meters, Master Xu felt victory was assured, and he even considered letting his opponent make the first few moves. "Why aren't you getting ready? Would you like me to give you a three-move handicap?"

Ye Feng merely cast a faint glance at Master Xu, already completely indifferent to him. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Black Dragon and, with his hands behind his back, continued walking toward him.

"Huh!?"

Seeing Ye Feng walking toward him as if he were strolling through a garden, with eyes that didn't even acknowledge his presence, Master Xu was incensed by the utter disregard.

"You brat, you're courting death!"

The distance between them was now less than ten meters. At this range, Master Xu was supremely confident that even a punch struck through the air would be enough to kill his opponent.

*Crack, crack, crack!*

Master Xu tensed his tiger-like frame, and his bones popped like firecrackers. Suddenly, his once lean physique became tall and imposing, his height seemingly surging upward by a significant margin.

"Hmm..." Black Dragon nodded secretly. "Master Xu is finally getting serious."

Others might not know the extent of Master Xu's power, but Black Dragon knew well that the uniqueness of his seventh-rank mastery lay in the simultaneous growth of his strength and physical size. In other words, once Master Xu exerted his full power, his stature and height were no less than Black Dragon's own. Under normal circumstances, Black Dragon stood at one meter ninety, while Master Xu was only one meter seventy.

While many street performers practiced a unique skill known as "bone-shrinking," the opposite—"bone-stretching"—was something few could achieve.

Looking up at Master Xu’s majestic frame, Su Jiuchuan exclaimed in awe, "Incredible!"

Seeing this shocking display, the various lieutenants and underlings under Black Dragon cheered and shouted even louder.

"As expected of Master Xu! The last time I saw him this serious was at the underground tournament, when he defeated over fifty opponents in a row and broke all records."

"I never expected Master Xu to have to go all out against that kid; it’s a total overkill!"

"Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? It seems Master Xu doesn't intend to leave that kid even a glimmer of hope!"

Faced with Master Xu's astonishing transformation, Ye Feng remained calm. From start to finish, he didn't even give the man a second look. This indifference infuriated Master Xu completely.

The distance was now less than ten meters.

"You brat, you have successfully angered me!"

As he spoke, Master Xu reached out with a massive palm, aiming for the top of Ye Feng’s head. "I am going to crush your skull!"

Ye Feng remained composed, his pace steady.

The distance: three meters, two meters, one meter!

The massive palm, like an opened umbrella, loomed over Ye Feng’s head. Then, it struck downward with explosive force.

Ye Feng neither looked up nor stopped. Without even glancing aside, at the very moment he brushed past his opponent, he swung his hand outward toward the man’s side.

*Bang!* A dull, heavy thud echoed.

Then, Master Xu’s hulking body was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through everything in its path.

*Boom!*

Another heavy impact. After being sent flying over a hundred meters, Master Xu’s body finally smashed through the far wall of the hall, landing amidst the collapsing bricks and rubble, buried beneath the debris.