Chapter 34: Not a Single One Worth Fighting

In less than a minute, the gym was filled with groaning bodies—aside from the five experts, everyone else lay sprawled on the floor, unable to move. Yang Changfeng leapt onto the ring, his lips curling into a cold smile. “I was wondering how to pick a fight with you, but you’ve delivered yourselves to your doom. Good. You’re Wang Hu’s men, aren’t you? From today, you’re removed from the company roster!”

He stomped on the platform, making it tremble, and barked, “Who’ll be the first to die?”

The experts exchanged bewildered glances. Wasn’t Wang Hu supposed to send someone to fix things? Now this man had come to stir up trouble on his own initiative? Where did he get the nerve to challenge so many experts?

“Young man, you’re courting death!” The judo master sprang onto the ring, bloodlust in his eyes.

“Don’t be so hasty,” Yang Changfeng replied coldly. “You served as a mercenary in South America, didn’t you? If I take you down, the government will reward me. But I won’t let you die with regrets. Speak—what are your last wishes?”

Infuriated, the man lunged, aiming a ruthless attack at Yang Changfeng’s lower body.

Yang Changfeng sighed. “You’re so eager to die. After a few days with Wang Hu, your brains have gone rotten!”

Despite his mocking words, he remained vigilant. He was a master among masters—more than capable of handling all five experts. Yet, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. He intended to defeat them all without suffering the slightest injury.

Meanwhile, Chen Aijia had just picked up her first file for the day when a report reached her: there was a fight in the gym.

That Yang fellow—how arrogant could he be? The gym housed five experts, one reputed to have close ties with foreign armed groups. Starting a fight with them, even if he were made of iron, would be folly.

Without hesitation, Chen Aijia strode out of her office, only to bump into Wang Hu, who was rushing past with a smug, sinister grin.

“President Chen, the man you brought in is truly wild—he wants to challenge five experts single-handedly! Such confidence deserves a lesson,” Wang Hu called loudly in the hallway.

Chen Aijia snorted, unwilling to argue with a subordinate. First, she had to rescue Yang.

Wang Hu didn’t believe Yang Changfeng could resist. Within minutes, he assumed Yang would be left barely breathing.

The commotion had reached the top executives. With varied emotions, they followed their boss, splitting into two elevators to hurry to the basement gym. What they saw inside shocked everyone.

On the floor lay over a dozen guards, some apparently lifeless, two soaked in blood. On the ring, two experts hung upside down, their arms limp, utterly silent. One was the famed judo master who had worked with foreign mercenaries.

What on earth had happened?

On the platform, Yang Changfeng had one man pinned under his foot, another clamped beneath his arm, a third held by the hair. He was kicking that man’s face mercilessly, blood pooling beneath; the victim had no strength left to resist, reduced to a beaten dog.

Wang Hu roared and grabbed an iron rod, ready to rush up, but several guards pulled him back.

All five experts had been crippled by Yang. What good would it do for Wang Hu to charge in? He was simply waiting for someone foolish enough to offer themselves up. Couldn’t Wang Hu see that?

Chen Aijia felt her soul tremble. She realized, she had never truly known Yang Changfeng. Who was he, to possess such terrifying skill, to defeat even killers with martial prowess?

Had people died?

Suddenly jolted, Chen Aijia shouted, “Stop! Don’t kill anyone!”

On the ring, Yang Changfeng glanced over, smiling, and Wang Hu felt a chill run down his spine.

From now on, it was not Yang who needed to fear Wang Hu’s revenge, but Wang Hu who needed to fear Yang’s lethal hands. This man was ruthless—capable of killing without hesitation.

Where had Chen found such a madman? He’d miscalculated; he should not have acted so hastily.

The loss of five experts made Wang Hu’s heart bleed. Glancing at the security footage, he knew he had to retrieve the recording and see exactly how Yang had struck.

Yang casually tossed aside the taekwondo master, who now lay on the ring, barely conscious and writhing in pain, unable to move a finger. Yang had broken both his arms, crushing the bones inch by inch.

Clamped under Yang’s arm was another expert, bearing the marks of special forces combat training. He was the most frustrated—he’d tried to launch a sneak attack, only to be redirected by Yang and collide with the taekwondo master’s groin. The ambush turned into a disaster. Yang slapped him on the back of the head, knocking him out cold. After being held in Yang’s crushing grip for several minutes, several ribs were broken; resistance was impossible—survival itself was a stroke of luck.

The man pinned beneath Yang’s foot had a caved-in chest—a sanshou specialist who had relied too much on his style, never imagining that a master of traditional martial arts would be so cunning. Focused solely on attack, he failed to cooperate with his teammate. Yang dodged his fist, drew him in, smashed his nose with a headbutt, then kneed his groin. He lost the ability to fight in less than two seconds, worse off even than the judo master, who at least managed a few seconds of offense.

As for the last one…

Yang Changfeng truly couldn’t recall how he’d gone down, but his fate was miserable—both legs broken. With two or three years' rest, maybe stairs wouldn’t be a challenge.

Chen Aijia was both shocked and delighted—she hadn’t expected such a surprise from Yang Changfeng. The blood-soaked scene made her tremble, yet excitement surged within her. With Wang Hu’s enforcers eliminated, the next steps would be much easier.

“When…when did you…” She could hardly believe Yang’s destructive power, even witnessing it firsthand. How had this scoundrel suddenly become so formidable?

Yang raised a finger to his lips, shushing her.

Then, he beckoned to Wang Hu with his index finger, grinning and taunting, “Wang Hu, Brother Tiger, right? So many subordinates, and not one who can fight. Since the newcomer wants to challenge the old guard, I’ve chosen you today. Come, let’s spar. Don’t wimp out—I won’t kill you.”

Wang Hu’s face paled with humiliation and rage, but he truly lacked the courage to step onto the ring.

Those fists had struck terror into the security department; Wang Hu would never dare act arrogantly again. This seemed inevitable, but at present, there was no better solution.

What should he do?