As Jiang Chen spoke, his figure blurred, transforming into a phantom streak of light. In an instant, he appeared on the high platform. With a casual wave of his hand, he hooked his fingers at both Jiang Qianhe and Jiang Xing. "Didn't you both want to see my skills? Come at me together."
"Jiang Chen, don't be arrogant! I alone am more than enough to deal with you!" Jiang Xing retorted, his eyes narrowing with disdain.
If he had to face Meng Qingxue, the second-ranked genius on the Rising Clouds List, he might have had cause for concern. But against Jiang Chen? He didn't take this so-called "waste" seriously at all.
Even if Jiang Chen had shed his reputation as a failure, Jiang Xing refused to believe that he could catch up with him—the Jiang family's foremost genius—in such a short time.
"You overestimate yourself," Jiang Chen replied with a faint smile.
"In my eyes, you—the so-called first genius of the Jiang family—are nothing more than a minor obstacle."
As his words fell, Jiang Chen's figure vanished.
Jiang Xing's eyes widened in alarm, but before he could react, a dark blur appeared before him. In the next instant, a sharp pain erupted in his abdomen. The immense force sent him flying backward, crashing into the edge of the stone platform with a loud bang. Blood spurted from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground.
"You... You..." Jiang Xing stammered, staring at Jiang Chen with a pale face, his eyes filled with disbelief.
One move.
It had only taken one move!
He, the so-called "first genius" of the Jiang family, had been utterly defeated by Jiang Chen with a single strike!
The square fell into a stunned silence. Jiang Qianhe stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock. The crowd, too, was speechless, their faces reflecting a mix of awe and disbelief.
Was this really the same Jiang Chen who had once been known throughout Cangshan City as a "waste"?
Having effortlessly dispatched Jiang Xing, Jiang Chen turned his gaze toward Jiang Qianhe. His voice was calm but icy: "Old dog, now it's your turn."
"Jiang Chen, don't think that defeating Jiang Xing means you're invincible!" Jiang Qianhe snapped, his expression darkening.
"Do you really think I'm as weak as him?"
Jiang Chen smirked. "In my eyes, you're no different. One move is all it takes."
Without warning, Jiang Chen clenched his fist, and a blue-gray dragon shadow, two to three feet long, coiled into existence before him.
"Azure Dragon Sky-Breaking Fist!"
With a soft shout, the blue-gray dragon shadow roared, letting out a sharp dragon cry. It surged toward Jiang Qianhe with a ferocious momentum.
Jiang Qianhe's face paled as he sensed the overwhelming force. He quickly summoned all his strength and executed the Jiang family's signature Black-Rank Primary martial art: Heaven-Shaking Palm.
But it was futile. The Azure Dragon Sky-Breaking Fist shattered the Heaven-Shaking Palm with devastating force. The energy wave struck Jiang Qianhe, sending him flying backward. He tumbled across the ground, rolling more than ten times before finally coming to a stop.
Before Jiang Qianhe could even get up, Jiang Chen appeared beside him, his movements swift and precise. Without hesitation, Jiang Chen raised his hand and delivered another powerful strike.