Chapter 18

Sun Yan stared blankly at the unknown man, thinking, "A fight as soon as we meet? Isn't this a masquerade party? Is it a masquerade brawl party?"

Chen Wang adjusted his white gloves and smiled, "What? I came to your Chang family's party, and you want to kick me out without even a drink?"

The man approached, his massive body making the surrounding light seem to dim. He lifted his chin arrogantly and said, "Don't give me any nonsense! Chen Wang, you got lucky last time, but this time, you won't be so fortunate. Want to drink? Let's fight first."

Chang family? The Chang family of Luoshan City? Sun Yan looked at the estate and realized where he was.

Behind him, Old Chen whispered, "Young Master Sun, this man is Young Master's friend, Chang Cheng."

Sun Yan raised an eyebrow. No wonder this man wanted to fight right away. In all of Luoshan City, the only young men qualified to say such things were Feng Lingsnow and Chang Cheng.

However, is this man really a student? Sun Yan looked at Chang Cheng suspiciously. He seemed much older, in other words, he looked very mature.

Chang Cheng immediately felt Sun Yan's gaze and glared, "Hey, kid, what are you looking at? Did Chen Wang bring you in? That's quite a surprise. After I finish with Chen Wang, we'll have a go."

Chang Cheng then looked closely and shook his head, "A first-level warrior? Forget it."

Chen Wang smiled, "A Yan, let me introduce you. This is my friend, Chang Cheng. Chang Cheng..."

"Save your introductions! Don't give me that nonsense." Chang Cheng pulled Chen Wang away, "Chen Wang, if you don't fight me properly this time, you won't be going home tonight."

"Hey, Chang Cheng, you guy, I'm introducing you to a friend. Don't regret it later."

"Regret? What do I have to regret? Just shut up and get ready to fight."

Seeing the two tussling, Sun Yan couldn't help but smile. He and his best friend Mu Tong were like this too. He wondered how the battle between these two young geniuses would be.

Old Chen said behind him, "Young Master Sun, let's go together. The Chang family's combat techniques are unique. Young Master Chang is the best among the young generation. Young Master Sun won't be disappointed."

Sun Yan's eyes lit up. He had already intended to go. Since Old Chen said so, he wouldn't be shy.

The four of them walked deeper into the estate. After a moment, they arrived at a garden in the back. Birds chirped and flowers bloomed, the place was deep and quiet, and the music from the front of the estate could hardly be heard here.

Sun Yan marveled, "What a great place, perfect for a wild battle!"

Chen Wang and the other two were speechless. Chang Cheng was stunned, then looked at Sun Yan again and laughed, "I thought you and Chen Wang were both as dull as logs, not knowing the pleasures of men. Women, wine, and martial arts, that's what life is about! Not bad, not bad, you have good taste. Let's get to know each other better."

Looking at the two who seemed to have met a kindred spirit, Chen Wang shook his head helplessly, "What a disgrace to martial artists!"

"Less talk! Let's fight!" Chang Cheng laughed, kicked off with both feet, and rushed over like an arrow. His arms swung like a bear charging forward, striking Chen Wang with overwhelming force.

Chen Wang stepped back with his left foot, forming a bow stance. His arms became incredibly flexible, quickly extending to wrap around Chang Cheng's arms.

Bang!

A gust of wind burst from the collision of their arms, making Sun Yan's hair flutter. Staring in shock at the two fighting, Sun Yan noticed that both Chen Wang and Chang Cheng used the same whip-like technique, and both had reached the perfect level. However, the momentum of their attacks was completely different. Chang Cheng's whip-like technique was both hard and soft, but overwhelmingly powerful, while Chen Wang's momentum was high and mighty, as if he were invincible.

The same whip-like technique, when performed by the two, had such a clear difference? Sun Yan's own "Three Forms of the Warrior" had all reached the perfect level, but lacked the impressive momentum of these two.

Noticing Sun Yan's confusion, Old Chen whispered, "Young Master Sun, the Chang family's 'Thousand-Pound Force' is known for its power, while our Chen family's 'Victor's Decree' is like a king on the battlefield, with no defeat. The internal energy used in these techniques has different effects."

Sun Yan nodded, then asked subconsciously, "Can I learn similar techniques at the Imperial Wind Academy?"

"Of course, the Imperial Wind Academy's library is the best in the Southern Wind Region. The techniques collected there far surpass what our four families in Luoshan can offer. Young Master Sun won't be disappointed."

In a moment, Chen Wang and Chang Cheng had already exchanged dozens of blows. The faster they fought, the more techniques they used, such as "Three Forms of the Warrior," "Bear-Ape Charge," "Wind Layering," "Crushing Fist," and "Wind Step." Sun Yan's eyes sparkled as he watched, these techniques he had also practiced to the perfect level. However, when used by these two, they had a completely different flavor, giving him a new understanding.

As the three recognized geniuses of Luoshan City, both Chen Wang and Chang Cheng were third-level warriors. Using third-level martial realm to drive combat techniques, their power was naturally different.

It was said that among these three geniuses, Feng Lingsnow had the most outstanding martial talent, even in the entire Southern Wind Region. Sun Yan had once heard his classmates, who loved gossip, talk about how Feng Lingsnow's talent was like a phoenix, second only to the current four great stars, and would surely become the pride of all Luoshan City.

Just as he was getting excited, he suddenly saw Chang Cheng's expression change. His body paused, transitioning from movement to stillness. His right arm muscles bulged like a dragon, his arm bent, and his elbow moved, producing a loud boom, like the sound of a cannon firing.

"Elbow Cannon" - a second-level combat technique.

Chen Wang's expression darkened. His arms crossed, palms facing outward, fingers trembling slightly, like butterflies dancing among flowers, he grabbed the elbow that came like a cannonball. This was a second-level combat technique - "Butterfly Mist."

Thud!

A dull sound echoed, making Sun Yan's eardrums hurt. His eyes didn't blink, staring intently at the two fighting. He was surprised to find that he couldn't see through these two techniques.

Since that night in the ancestral house, any combat technique Sun Yan had seen, he could intuitively grasp its essence. However, with the techniques used by Chen Wang and Chang Cheng, he could only grasp about one-third.

Old Chen's voice rang out, "Young Master Chang just used the Chang family's 'Elbow Cannon,' and Young Master used our Chen family's 'Butterfly Mist.' To master these techniques, one must use unique cultivation methods. For ordinary martial artists, grasping one-third is already quite good. It's not surprising that Young Master Sun can't see through them."

Sun Yan was lost in thought, feeling the vastness of martial arts for the first time. It was far more complex than he had imagined. To become an outstanding martial artist, he had a long way to go, and he needed to enter the Imperial Wind Academy first.

Replaying the scene in his mind, Sun Yan subconsciously bent his arm, moved his elbow, and a light sound rang out, leaving a thumb-thick mark on the lawn.

Sun Yan shook his head and sighed, "I can only grasp one-third, really!" He lost interest in watching the fight and said, "Old Chen, I'll go find some wine."

Old Chen stared at Sun Yan's departing back, then looked at the half-meter-long mark on the ground, and could only stand there with a bitter smile. What he said about grasping one-third was an idealized statement.

Sun Yan came to the front of the estate. The party was at its peak, with couples dancing in the ballroom, and people around clapping and sipping wine elegantly.

Looking at these people, Sun Yan thought, "Is this drinking? What a pretense." He adjusted his mask and walked toward the wine table, taking a bottle of wine from each table he passed.

The evening gown from the Starlight Tower was indeed impressive, with good elasticity and worth its price. Sun Yan carried 8 bottles of wine under his evening gown, walking through the front yard without changing his expression, and disappeared at the other end.

Quietly walking to the back of the estate, Sun Yan's face was full of excitement. "Not bad, not bad. I'll drink 6 bottles, and take 2 back for Dad to enjoy. This isn't the cheap stuff we usually drink; it's at least tens of thousands of credits per bottle. Dad, look how much I think of you. No, Dad's health isn't good, he shouldn't drink too much. Hehe, I'll leave one bottle for him."

Finding a quiet place, Sun Yan saw a pavilion ahead. He looked around, quickly ran over, and climbed to the top of the pavilion like a cat.

Facing the evening breeze, looking down from the top of the pavilion, he could see the bright lights of the front yard. Sun Yan opened a bottle of wine and took a few big gulps, sighing in satisfaction, "High-end wine is different! Drinking should be like this, big gulps of wine, big bites of meat, drinking cup by cup, like a woman, what's the point?"

With a drunkard father, Sun Yan's alcohol tolerance was naturally good. In a short time, he had already finished 5 bottles of the 8. Feeling a bit tipsy, he lay down, looking at the starry sky, thinking about the events of the past few days, which seemed like a dream.

"Dad, just wait for me to enter the Imperial Wind Academy and become a high-level martial artist. Then I'll bring Mom back, and we'll live happily together. At that time, you won't want to drink anymore, right?"

A wave of dizziness hit Sun Yan, and he felt a full day's fatigue wash over him. With a smile, he fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he didn't see various beautiful women as usual, but a woman of extreme beauty and grace, holding his father's hand, standing together affectionately. However, his father looked strange, as if he had become 50 years younger, without the usual unkempt beard, looking handsome and charming. It made sense; with such a handsome and suave son, his father couldn't be too bad...

After an unknown amount of time, a cool breeze blew across his face, and Sun Yan shivered, slowly waking up. A voice came from nearby, and he frowned, feeling familiar.

"Hey, miss, don't act so high and mighty. If you came to the back yard alone, you must be looking for a man. Let's enjoy ourselves before the party ends. I won't treat you badly."

Sun Yan rubbed his drowsy head, sat up, and squinted down. In front of the pavilion, a man was blocking a girl's path, speaking arrogantly.

The man was wearing a black tuxedo with a blue-purple mask. He looked somewhat fit, but to Sun Yan, he was just a piece of trash.

Recognizing the voice from a conflict a few days ago, Sun Yan knew it was Qian Lin, the waste from Class C-69 who was always mentioned alongside him.

Trying to force a wild battle? This guy is truly a scumbag! Sun Yan squinted his drunk eyes, a cold expression on his face. He turned to look at the girl. From his angle, he could only see her side, but even that glimpse was stunning...

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