Chapter 6

"Ha ha ha ha ha..." Zhang Dashu let out a strange laugh, slowly nodded, and said to Zhang Fang, "Young Master, you are right. I should show my strength and sincerity." At this point, he cast a sinister glance at Zhang Ye and said, "Zhang Ye, since we have come to you, whether you like it or not, you have to join us."

Zhang Ye's face remained expressionless as he said, "What if I don't join?"

Zhang Dashu's eyes locked onto Zhang Ye, and he said without hesitation, "Let me be honest with you. Our father is now in seclusion, and within the Zhang family, the only ones with the strength to compete for the position of family head are our Young Master and your brother. If you don't join us, then you are our enemy. I won't kill you, but I will cripple your cultivation. On the other hand, if you join us, there are many benefits waiting for you. Choose for yourself."

His tone was very calm, but the chilling threat in his words made Zhang Ye's pupils constrict. Cultivation is a martial artist's second life. If it is crippled, one will be a cripple for life, worse than death. Zhang Dashu's threat to cripple his cultivation made Zhang Ye, despite his calm demeanor, burn with anger.

Zhang Ye stared at Zhang Dashu with a blank expression and spat out three words: "No interest!"

Since they met, Zhang Ye had already said "no interest" three times. Both Zhang Dashu and Zhang Fang were enraged by Zhang Ye's attitude. Zhang Fang's eyes flickered, and it was unclear what he was thinking, while Zhang Dashu sneered and said, "Zhang Ye, since you are so unreasonable, don't blame me for being impolite! I will beat you into a useless cripple who can't even practice martial arts, worse than an ordinary person!"

As he spoke, Zhang Dashu moved his foot and suddenly took several steps forward, covering a distance of over ten meters in the blink of an eye. A large, pale yellow hand reached out to strike Zhang Ye's head.

Although Zhang Ye had already estimated Zhang Dashu's strength, seeing him in action still made him feel a chill. Zhang Dashu's speed was incredibly fast, and he was already in front of Zhang Ye in the blink of an eye. The pale yellow hand heading for his head carried a fierce wind, and if it hit, his head would likely be smashed like a watermelon.

Seeing the hand about to strike, Zhang Ye slightly crouched, raised his hands, and blocked Zhang Dashu's palm with the "Iron Bridge Blocking the River" stance.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ye withstood the blow, his body slightly moving and stepping back four steps. As the attacker, Zhang Dashu also took a step back, a look of surprise on his ugly face.

Zhang Fang, watching from the side, was also shocked. He never expected that Zhang Ye, who had just advanced to the Second Level of Martial Dao, could withstand Zhang Dashu's attack.

After all, Zhang Dashu had the strength of the middle stage of the Second Level of Martial Dao!

Zhang Dashu stared at Zhang Ye and slowly said, "The 'Iron Bridge Blocking the River' stance? I didn't expect you to have practiced this move to such a level!"

The "Iron Bridge Blocking the River" stance is the simplest defensive move in the "Martial Arts Primer." In Zhang Ye's hands, this simple defensive move was as stable as a mountain, solid and imposing. Despite Zhang Dashu's high cultivation and heavy palm, he could not break through it, which surprised both Zhang Dashu and Zhang Fang.

After a moment of surprise, Zhang Dashu sneered, "Although you have practiced the 'Iron Bridge Blocking the River' stance to a minor level of perfection, making it flawless, simple things are still simple. The 'Iron Bridge Blocking the River' is just a basic defensive move. No matter how perfectly you perform it, it is useless against overwhelming strength! Take another palm—"

As he spoke, Zhang Dashu took another step forward and struck with a palm. This time, he used eighty percent of his strength, the force heavy and powerful, even more formidable than the previous palm.

Zhang Ye's expression did not change. He raised his hands and used the "Iron Bridge Blocking the River" stance again.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ye steadily blocked Zhang Dashu's attack and stepped back four steps. The force of Zhang Dashu's palm was subtly transmitted to his feet during these four steps, leaving him unharmed.

Zhang Dashu's face changed. When he struck, it felt like attacking a mountain. No matter how strong his true qi was, he could not break through Zhang Ye's defense.

"Eighty percent of my strength couldn't break through this 'Iron Bridge Blocking the River' stance! How is this possible! It seems that Zhang Ye has made this simple defensive move divine! To break his 'Iron Bridge Blocking the River,' I have to use a martial skill!" Zhang Dashu thought, his figure flashing into the air as he shouted, "Take my 'Nine Strikes of the Soaring Eagle'!"

The "Nine Strikes of the Soaring Eagle" is a low-level martial skill. When performed, it involves a swift descent from the air, like an eagle attacking, with hands and feet moving to deliver nine rapid strikes, extremely fierce.

Martial skills are martial skills. Although Zhang Dashu only had the strength of the middle stage of the Second Level of Martial Dao, he had already mastered this move to a considerable degree. As he attacked, the wind howled, and his claw shadows filled the sky.

Zhang Ye's eyes showed a hint of seriousness. He let out a long whistle, his feet moving slightly, standing firm like an iron bridge. His arms extended, and he still used the "Iron Bridge Blocking the River" stance to block Zhang Dashu's attack.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!" Zhang Dashu struck nine times in succession, each claw hitting Zhang Ye's palms and arms. The sound of the clash of energy was continuous, and the scattered energy blew the surrounding dust into the sky, like a sudden tornado.

Zhang Ye withstood Zhang Dashu's nine attacks and stepped back nine steps. He felt nine powerful forces penetrate his arms and instantly attack his meridians, causing his blood to boil. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

As Zhang Ye's opponent, although Zhang Dashu had the upper hand, he also felt extremely uncomfortable. The "Nine Strikes of the Soaring Eagle" is a fierce combat skill. If it fails to defeat the enemy in one breath, it can also cause some backlash. Using this combat skill with the strength of the middle stage of the Second Level of Martial Dao was already a bit of a stretch. After his attack was blocked by Zhang Ye, the clash of energy made him feel very uncomfortable.

"This Zhang Ye has mediocre talent and only recently advanced to the Second Level of Martial Dao. A person who has just advanced to the Second Level of Martial Dao can withstand Zhang Dashu's full attack with just a simple 'Iron Bridge Blocking the River' stance. Zhang Ye is truly not simple!" Zhang Fang, who had been watching from the side, was greatly surprised. A hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes as he thought, "Zhang Ye is Zhang Shu's younger brother. If he grows up, I will have another rival! Humph, since he refuses to join us, don't blame us for being impolite and crippling him!"

Zhang Fang's face was slightly distorted, and he slowly approached Zhang Ye. Zhang Dashu, being Zhang Fang's confidant, naturally understood Zhang Fang's intentions. The two formed a pincer movement, ready to cripple Zhang Ye, when suddenly Zhang Ye let out a sneer and quickly retreated. Zhang Fang and Zhang Dashu were startled to see Zhang Ye retreat to the riverbank, leap backward, and disappear into the river.

Zhang Fang and Zhang Dashu looked at each other. After a long while, Zhang Fang humphed and said, "We underestimated him! When he withstood your 'Nine Strikes of the Soaring Eagle' and retreated nine steps toward the river, he had already decided to escape by jumping into the river! We underestimated him!"

Zhang Dashu angrily waved his arm and growled, "This kid is really cunning! Young Master, we can't let this kind of person live. Next time we meet, we must cripple him decisively!"

Zhang Fang nodded slightly and said with a hint of regret, "Zhang Ye is truly a talented person. If he could join us and be used by us, using him to deal with Zhang Shu would be very interesting. Using a younger brother to deal with an older brother would greatly damage Zhang Shu's face. What a pity..."

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