Chapter 3

In the early morning, Uncle Guan stood at the manor gate, deeply worried. He was an old servant who had been with Sun Yuanhai for decades, and could be said to have watched Sun Ang and Sun Yue grow up. He also knew very well what kind of people Sun Ji and Sun Sheng were. Relying on their father being the clan leader, they acted recklessly and without restraint. If it weren't for being pulled to drink as soon as he returned yesterday, Sun Sheng would have definitely come to the manor to cause trouble for Sun Ang.

But today, Young Master Ang would probably not be able to avoid this trouble no matter what. Uncle Guan sighed inwardly; Young Master Ang used to not have this kind of personality. As soon as he heard that Sun Sheng was coming to cause trouble, he would have long fled.

But Uncle Guan was also a bit happy in his heart. Young Master Ang's previous personality was too weak. Now, although he might be severely injured, at least he had the courage of a man. Uncle Guan gritted his teeth; no matter what, he would use his old bones to block Sun Sheng.

But Sun Sheng had already reached the Fourth Pulse level. Even if he risked his life, could he stop him? Or should he kneel and beg, hugging his legs and pleading bitterly?

"Ah..." Uncle Guan sighed inwardly, truly at a loss.

"Hehe!" A servant on the side couldn't help but sneer, "Old Guan, are you regretting following the wrong person? Your young master is such a waste, what hope do you and the other servants have?"

Uncle Guan was too lazy to respond, his face stern and silent.

That guy kept talking, "I've seen people with poor talent before, but I've never seen someone as bad as Sun Ang! He's a true rarity."

"Even if you have poor talent, with our Sun family's wealth and power, you could still be piled up into a warrior with spirit medicines. But Sun Ang is a coward with no courage. How can someone like him inherit the family business of the Third Master? Ha, I don't think so."

"The Third Master has two children, the elder is a waste and a coward, the younger is a sickly child. You have no hope..."

Uncle Guan's face turned ashen with anger, but he couldn't refute it.

On the road in front of the gate, the sound of hooves came, and Uncle Guan's expression changed. Sun Sheng had indeed come!

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Sun Ang slowly woke up, finding himself in bed. He was slightly stunned; last night, he had clearly fainted in the Soul Suppressing Mountain. How did he end up back in the manor?

Looking out the window, the Soul Suppressing Mountain still loomed majestically—was everything just a dream?

He suddenly sat up, channeling the yuan force within his body, and it surged like a river, unceasing.

"Fourth Pulse!" The improvement in his realm was genuine, proving that last night was not a dream! Sun Ang was excited, but before he could thoroughly check himself, he heard a series of urgent curses from outside.

"Sun Ang! You coward, you still have the nerve to come back! The news that you fled to avoid the year-end exam has spread throughout the ancestral land, and you've disgraced the Anhui Sun family!"

A young man in brocade, accompanied by a few lackeys, kicked the door open and stormed in.

Uncle Guan pleaded bitterly, "Young Master Sheng, please show mercy..."

"Slap!" A slap sent the old Uncle Guan tumbling to the side.

Sun Sheng cursed viciously, "Get lost! What are you, a lowly servant, doing speaking in front of me?"

Uncle Guan dared not resist, flipping to his knees, "Young Master Sheng, please, I'll kowtow to you, spare our young master..."

Sun Sheng kicked Uncle Guan away, charging to Sun Ang, his finger almost touching Sun Ang's nose, "You waste! After half a year in the ancestral land, you're still just at the Third Pulse level. Your uncle favored you to get you into the ancestral land, but you're not qualified! But a waste is a waste, what can you do in the ancestral land? You're still at the bottom of the rankings!"

Sun Ang's heart burned with rage—his fury seemed to trigger something, and a black flame flashed in his eyes. Unconsciously, he entered a certain state.

Sun Sheng's finger, which was almost touching his nose, suddenly seemed very large to him. Every movement and sound of Sun Sheng became very slow. He seemed to grasp some "key," and various thoughts raced through his mind, lightning-fast. Although he was not sensitive to martial arts, he instantly thought of dozens of ways to respond, and chose the most appropriate one.

In reality, it happened very quickly.

Sun Ang "lightly" flicked his finger.

This move felt natural and effortless, but it was actually a basic martial technique of the Anhui Sun family, "Eighteen Scattered Hands," specifically the move "Backhand Pipa."

A very ordinary move, with average power. The Eighteen Scattered Hands is a basic martial technique taught to the children of the Anhui Sun family, and it doesn't even rank among the high-level techniques of the Nine Pulse realm.

Therefore, when Sun Sheng saw Sun Ang flick his finger, he laughed, "You fool, you couldn't learn any of the high-level techniques in the ancestral land, and you're still using this low-level trash martial art."

He was very confident that he had at least three ways to dodge this finger.

But what happened next left him speechless, because he did dodge, but no matter how he moved, he couldn't avoid the finger!

How could this be?!

He thought: Even if that waste and coward accidentally used this move, so what? He's only at the Third Pulse level, and even if he hits me, it won't hurt me.

He sneered, his finger fiercely stabbing toward Sun Ang, aiming to create a bloody hole in his body!

The lackeys around Sun Sheng also realized that the two were really fighting.

Sun Ang's move was very ordinary, the lowest-level Eighteen Scattered Hands, almost contemptible.

"Sheng will cripple this waste!"

"Without this coward, our family won't be so disgraced in the future..."

The servants in the manor seized this rare opportunity to curry favor with Sun Sheng, all cheering for him and verbally belittling Sun Ang.

The two moved as fast as lightning, and the result was immediate. Two fingers, each containing powerful yuan force, collided fiercely. The full strength of both was concentrated in their fingers, a decisive blow!

Puff!

After a dull sound, Sun Sheng heard a crack, the sound of bones breaking.

Fingers are small, and even if they break, the sound wouldn't be so clear. The only possibility was that it wasn't Sun Ang's finger that broke, but Sun Sheng's!

The pain was excruciating, and Sun Sheng, who had been pampered since childhood, had never experienced such pain. He clutched his finger, screaming and staggering back, his face turning pale.

"Ah—" He screamed and retreated, while the others around him were shocked, "Fourth Pulse!"

"Fourth Pulse, but how could he defeat Young Master Sheng with one move? Young Master Sheng is already at the mid-Fourth Pulse level, this, this is impossible!"

The fact was right before their eyes: it was Sun Sheng's finger that broke, not Sun Ang's.

Sun Ang's morale soared, and he charged forward. He was still in that state, and his mind automatically selected several moves to further expand his advantage, choosing the most appropriate one.

The seventh move of "Fire Ox Cannon Fist," "Raging Ox Stomp."

This is a high-level martial technique taught to the Nine Pulse disciples in the ancestral land, a second-level technique below the Nine Pulse realm, far surpassing the first-level techniques taught to the Anhui Sun family's children.

Sun Sheng quickly retreated, as he was afraid of death and had specialized in a life-saving technique: the Void Step, a technique specifically for escaping.

Sun Sheng's other martial techniques were mediocre, but he had put a lot of effort into this technique. In this critical moment, he subconsciously used it, and his figure became elusive, almost escaping the battle and retreating into the protection of his lackeys.

But when Sun Ang's step landed, the ground shook, and Sun Sheng's steps became disordered, unable to retreat.

Sun Ang forced his way in, his fists like the sharp horns of a charging ox, striking Sun Sheng's chest fiercely.

The Fire Ox Cannon Fist emphasizes "nurturing" the fist's momentum. Sun Ang's move gave the impression that a high-level beast, a Sky-Splitting Fire Ox, was roaring and stomping the ground behind him.

Sun Sheng had no power to resist. The yuan force on Sun Ang's fists flashed, and a massive force erupted.

Peng!

Sun Sheng let out a muffled groan, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and flew backward like a broken kite, landing hard dozens of feet away.

"Fourth Pulse can actually nurture a fist's momentum! This, this, this is impossible! Even the true geniuses in the ancestral land can't do this! Is this still that waste?" Among Sun Sheng's lackeys, some recognized Sun Ang's fist's momentum, a sign of absolute genius!

They could hardly accept that the waste they used to bully had become a genius surpassing the "true martial disciples" of the ancestral land overnight.

Sun Ang took a big step forward, and Sun Sheng shrank back in fear.

He wanted to stand up and run, but his severe injuries made him struggle and fail, and he screamed, "Quick, quick, protect me!"

A few lackeys instinctively took a step forward, but Sun Ang suddenly turned his head, and a black flame flashed in his eyes. The lackeys, all at the Fourth Pulse level, were intimidated by his piercing gaze and dared not move forward.

Everyone had the same thought: Is this still the same coward?

Sun Ang's gaze forced all the lackeys to retreat. The servant who had mocked Uncle Guan at the gate hesitated, seeing this as a good opportunity to curry favor with Young Master Sheng.

Sun Ang walked past and kicked him without hesitation.

The servant tried to dodge, but for some reason, he couldn't move, only watching as the sole of the shoe grew larger in front of him, finally stomping on his face.

Puff!

His nose and teeth were broken, blood splattering. He let out a muffled groan and fainted, lying pitifully on the side.

This person was a minor head in the manor. The other servants wanted to help him up but were intimidated by a cold, icy gaze.

They looked up at Young Master Ang, shuddering, and all缩在一边不敢动弹。

“谁都不准救他！把他吊在庄园门口，能活下去算他命大，活不下去流血流死了那是活该！”

“是！”下人们慌忙应下来。

原本伺候孙昂的那个丫鬟，已经浑身发抖快要站不稳了。

孙昂冷哼一声，继续朝孙胜走去。

“你，你别过来……”孙胜一下子慌了：“孙昂……昂哥，我们是兄弟啊……”

孙昂不为所动，坚定地走到他面前，一把抓住他那根已经断了的手指，狠狠一拽。

“啊——”

孙胜像杀猪一样惨叫起来，被孙昂蛮不讲理地拽着，连滚带爬地到了关叔面前。

“跪下！”孙昂冷冷一句。

孙胜愣了一下，让他堂堂少爷，向一个下人下跪？

但孙昂狠狠一扭，孙胜再次惨叫，迅速跪了下去。

“磕头道歉！”

“关叔，我错了，我是畜生，您老大人大量，别跟我计较……”

关叔老泪纵横，他实在是太高兴了。高兴的不是自己受辱报复回来，而是昂少爷忽然开窍了！

老爷后继有人！

他比任何人都清楚，孙远海一世英雄，是安淮孙家第一战力，但每每想到后继无人，强大的夜歌剑无人可以继承，只能在午夜哀叹。

还不敢在两个儿子面前表现出来。

但现在，昂少爷脱胎换骨——不管他究竟是为什么忽然改变，但昂少爷崛起了，就是老爷的福气。

孙昂狠狠一把将孙胜丢开：“滚！”

他的境界确实比已经在第四脉停滞许久的孙胜略差一些，但仙帝心魔对他的改造正在潜移默化中进行。

愤怒，七罪之一，仙帝斩下心魔七罪八苦之一，当他的愤怒达到一个临界点，就会自动激活一种“状态”，在这种状态下，孙昂各方面的资质都会得到仙帝心魔的加强。

虽然他的境界略差一些，但对于战机的把握，对武技的合理使用，对对手破绽的搜寻，远远超过了半吊子的孙胜，所以两人搏命，孙胜必败无疑！

几个走狗慌忙扶起孙胜，落荒而逃。

一群人离开庄园，上马狂奔而去，在马背上孙胜破口大骂：“孙昂你个废物你敢打伤我，你给我等着，你一定会后悔的，我大哥一定会杀了你！

还有你那个病秧子弟弟，我一定要让他夭折，老子用性命保证，决不让他活过十岁！”

（要说的话，你们懂的，那啥哈。）

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Sun Ang coldly threw Sun Sheng aside: "Get lost!"

His realm was indeed slightly lower than Sun Sheng's, who had been at the Fourth Pulse level for a long time, but the transformation by the Immortal Emperor's Heart Demon was subtly taking place.

Anger, one of the seven sins, is one of the Immortal Emperor's Heart Demon's seven sins and eight sufferings. When his anger reaches a critical point, it automatically activates a "state" where Sun Ang's various abilities are enhanced by the Immortal Emperor's Heart Demon.

Although his realm was slightly lower, his grasp of combat opportunities, the reasonable use of martial arts, and the search for his opponent's weaknesses far exceeded Sun Sheng's half-baked skills. Therefore, in a life-or-death struggle, Sun Sheng was bound to lose!

A few lackeys hurriedly helped Sun Sheng up and fled in disarray.

The group left the manor, mounted their horses, and galloped away. On horseback, Sun Sheng cursed, "Sun Ang, you waste, you dare to injure me, just wait, you will regret it, my older brother will definitely kill you!

And your sickly younger brother, I will make sure he dies young, I swear with my life, I won't let him live past ten years!"

(If you understand what I mean, you know what I'm talking about, that's all.)

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