As Jiang Chen's words fell, his figure blurred—a phantom flash of light—and in the next instant, he was already standing atop the high platform.
He casually hooked a finger at Jiang Qianhe and Jiang Xing.
"Didn't you two want to see my strength?Come together."
"Jiang Chen, don't get ahead of yourself! To deal with you, I alone am more than enough!"
Jiang Xing stepped forward with a cold snort, fury burning in his eyes.
Facing Meng Qingxue, the second‑ranked genius on the Lingyun Genius List, he might've felt pressure…
But against Jiang Chen—the "waste" young master?
Even if Jiang Chen had shaken off his trash reputation, there was no way he could have caught up to Jiang Xing, the first genius of the Jiang family, in just a few short months!
"You think far too highly of yourself."
Jiang Chen's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.
"In truth… you, the so‑called 'first genius' of the Jiang family, are just a single move in my eyes."
The words had barely fallen when Jiang Chen's figure vanished.
Jiang Xing's pupils shrank.
"So fast—!"
Before he could even raise his guard, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes.
Bang!
A bone‑shattering force slammed into his abdomen.
Pain exploded through his body, and the next moment—
Boom!
Jiang Xing's body shot across the platform like a broken arrow, crashing hard into the stone edge. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he slumped to the ground, pale as death.
"Y‑you…"
Jiang Xing stared at Jiang Chen in sheer terror, his voice trembling.
One move.
Just one move.
The first genius of the Jiang family had been completely crushed.
The square fell silent.
Jiang Qianhe was frozen in place, his face ashen.
The guests were no better—eyes wide, jaws slack, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
Was this truly the same "trash" young master of the Jiang family they had once mocked?
With a single, effortless strike, he had obliterated Jiang Xing.
Jiang Chen didn't even look at the groaning Jiang Xing.
His gaze turned cold as it locked on Jiang Qianhe.
"Old dog… now it's your turn."
"Jiang Chen!" Jiang Qianhe roared, forcing down the chill crawling up his spine.
"Don't think that defeating Jiang Xing means you can do as you please.You really think I am as weak as him?"
Jiang Chen sneered.
"You? In my eyes, you're no different.Just one move."
As the words left his mouth, Jiang Chen clenched his fist.
A coiling blue‑gray dragon shadow erupted from his arm, two to three meters long, its aura roaring with devastating force.
"Azure Dragon Sky‑Breaking Fist!"
The dragon shadow let out a piercing roar, its massive form surging forward with fangs bared, crashing down toward Jiang Qianhe like a descending calamity.
Jiang Qianhe's expression shifted to horror.
He frantically gathered his full strength, unleashing the Jiang family's strongest martial art—"Shattering Palm!"—a low‑tier Profound‑grade technique.
But it was useless.
The Azure Dragon Sky‑Breaking Fist smashed through the Shattering Sky Palm like brittle paper, the blue‑gray dragon slamming into Jiang Qianhe with earth‑shaking force.
Boom!
Jiang Qianhe's body was hurled away, tumbling across the ground like a broken doll, rolling more than ten times before coming to a stop.
Before he could even rise, Jiang Chen was already there.
In a blur, he appeared beside Jiang Qianhe, his palm raised—
"Did you really think you had the right to sit in my father's seat?"
And without hesitation, his hand came crashing down.