Chapter 31

No one could accept this fact, including Pang Shao, who looked at Ye Chu in a daze!

Defeating a warrior at the third level of the Realm of Intention with one move was unbelievable! Such strength, among the younger generation, could only be matched by the two legendary figures in Yaocheng! Yet, Ye Chu could actually do it too!

Although Pang Shao knew that Ye Chu was definitely stronger than Ding Kaiwei, he never expected him to be this strong! Pang Shao originally thought that even if Ding Kaiwei was not at his best, he could still withstand a few moves from Ye Chu. But the result was that Ye Chu kicked out a steel rod and crippled the opponent!

"How much has this guy grown in just one year?" Pang Shao muttered, feeling a great blow to his confidence. He had improved a lot in the past year, originally thinking he could narrow the gap with Ye Chu, but now it seemed the gap was only getting wider.

"Damn! I really can't compare to him!" Pang Shao muttered, finally giving up on comparing himself to Ye Chu. This guy couldn't be judged by normal standards!

"Liáng Shàn!" Ye Chu suddenly called out.

"Coming!" Liáng Shàn was extremely excited and quickly ran to Ye Chu's side! He had never been as excited as he was at this moment! The prestigious Dìngwǔ Hall, which was actually silenced by Ye Chu alone, how domineering was that?

"Whoever hits you, hit them back. If they punch you once, hit them ten times. If they break your arm, break their leg." Ye Chu said to Liáng Shàn calmly.

Liáng Shàn's blood was boiling, and he nodded vigorously. He had never been so domineering in his life.

Liáng Shàn's gaze turned to Fang Xinyuan, whose face instantly turned pale. He never thought that the Dìngwǔ Hall couldn't withstand Ye Chu. Now, he was terrified, watching Liáng Shàn approach him with a menacing look. He collapsed on the ground, pleading pitifully, his body retreating, his voice trembling: "Don't come over! Don't come over!"

As one of the pests in Yaocheng, Liáng Shàn was no good guy either. He laughed cruelly, his eyes gleaming with ferocity, picked up the steel rod from the ground, and struck Fang Xinyuan's leg with a fierce blow.

"Ah..."

The scream echoed through the hall, but Liáng Shàn didn't stop, continuing to beat him with the steel rod.

Fang Xinyuan's screams sent chills down everyone's spine, especially those who had beaten Liáng Shàn before. They couldn't help but shiver, watching Fang Xinyuan being beaten to a bloody pulp. Finally, they couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down, begging for mercy from Liáng Shàn and Ye Chu.

Ye Chu ignored them and looked at the center of the Dìngwǔ Hall. There hung a plaque with the three golden characters "Dìngwǔ Hall"!

The characters were written with a flowing, elegant style, very much in the style of a master!

Ye Chu walked step by step to the plaque, pulled it down with force.

"Whoa..."

Seeing Ye Chu's actions, everyone was terrified, their hearts racing: "Is Ye Chu really going to destroy the Dìngwǔ Hall? And does he even know who wrote the inscription on the plaque?"

But it was clear that Ye Chu didn't know this!

Su Rong and Zhang Suer were incredulous, watching Ye Chu write on the plaque with the steel rod. As Ye Chu's hand moved, the characters flowed like dragons and phoenixes, and soon a poem appeared on the plaque.

"Mad with laughter and wild with song for seventeen years, reveling in the flowers and kissing under the moon, I draw my sword and laugh at the world, smashing the hall to vent my anger!"

Su Rong looked at the line of poetry on the plaque. The poem was free and unrestrained, yet carried a domineering aura, just like Ye Chu himself! The poem was written with a flowing, elegant style, very much in the style of a master!

If one ignored the origin of the plaque, the line of poetry was indeed well-written. Ye Chu was not the useless person others had rumored him to be. But... this was a plaque inscribed by the king, and Ye Chu had destroyed it?

After writing the line, Ye Chu threw the steel rod, which clattered to the ground in front of Ding Kaiwei.

Ding Kaiwei stared blankly at the line of poetry on the plaque, his face pale: "It's over! With this line, the Dìngwǔ Hall is really destroyed! And the plaque inscribed by the king couldn't be saved. This..."

Like Ding Kaiwei, many of the Dìngwǔ Hall's martial disciples were in a daze. The Dìngwǔ Hall was renowned and no one dared to provoke it, partly because of its own strength, but also because it had the king's inscription!

"Liáng Shàn! Let's go!" Ye Chu said to Liáng Shàn, who had beaten those who had beaten him to a bloody pulp.

"Alright!" Liáng Shàn followed Ye Chu excitedly, his head held high. He was thrilled, thinking that with such a powerful backer, who would dare to provoke him!

Seeing Ye Chu leave with Liáng Shàn, Pang Shao quickly followed. Ding Kaiwei was no longer of any use to him, so he wouldn't waste time on him.

"Mad with laughter and wild with song for seventeen years, reveling in the flowers and kissing under the moon, I draw my sword and laugh at the world, smashing the hall to vent my anger!"

Watching Ye Chu leave, Su Rong couldn't help but recite the poem. The first two lines were still about a carefree rogue, but the last two lines were domineering. Although it wasn't the best poem, to be able to write such a poem that matched his mood in such a short time, he was clearly not an uneducated person!

"His calligraphy is quite good, not inferior to your grandfather, the prime minister!" Zhang Suer couldn't help but say to Su Rong.

Su Rong shook her head, "In terms of layout, my grandfather can't match him. I've never seen such calligraphy before!"

"Ah!" Zhang Suer was surprised by this answer, "Ye Chu is so amazing? His strength can surpass Ding Kaiwei, and his calligraphy can surpass the prime minister! Could he really be as talented in both literature and martial arts as he claims?"

"We underestimated Ye Chu before!" Su Rong sighed, "I wonder what he has been through in these three years?"

"What? Are you interested in him?" Zhang Suer giggled, seeing Su Rong in a daze.

"Nonsense!" Su Rong glared at Zhang Suer, her face blushing, "If you're interested, you can go find him yourself!"

"I don't want to!" Zhang Suer shook her head, "But you once said that the ideal man you wanted to find should be a prince on a white horse! First, he should be talented in both literature and martial arts! Look at Ye Chu, he can defeat Ding Kaiwei in martial arts and surpass the prime minister in literature. You can consider him?"

"Talk nonsense again and I'll tear your mouth apart!" Su Rong's face turned red, not expecting Zhang Suer to bring up her youthful secrets! In their youth, who hadn't fantasized about their other half being a prince on a white horse? What was there to talk about?!

"I was just joking! Even if Ye Chu looks good now, he still doesn't match our Miss Su Rong! Hmph, even if he is truly talented in both literature and martial arts, he's still a scoundrel!" Zhang Suer was angry, thinking that if Ye Chu weren't a scoundrel, he might consider him as a suitor for Su Rong!