10: No way out

Inside the Martial Arts Training Hall, Chen Heng and Zhang Huan sat opposite each other.

"Young Master Chen, what kind of game are you suddenly playing?" Zhang Huan smiled bitterly.

He hadn't expected Chen Heng to actually come.

"Didn't I say three days ago that I would come and spar with Master Zhang?"

Chen Heng picked up the teacup and took a light sip.

"We are all rough men here, and we don't hold back our punches."

"What if we accidentally hurt you?"

"Don't worry, on the arena, fists and feet have no eyes, injuries are normal." Chen Heng waved his hand, signaling Zhang Huan not to worry.

"Since you insist on sparring with us, then we won't be polite." Zhang Huan really had no way to deal with Chen Heng.

He couldn't afford to offend this Young Master Chen, so he would just humor him.

"Fuhu, come over and practice with Young Master Chen." Zhang Huan called out to a young man behind him.

"What does this mean?" Chen Heng frowned, a little puzzled.

"Didn't we agree that the two of us would spar?"

"Why the change of opponent?"

"I don't hold back my punches, so it's better to let my son spar with you." Zhang Huan chuckled.

"That kid is about your age, and his Martial Dao Realm is also pretty good."

"Please give him some pointers."

Chen Heng realized that Zhang Huan didn't take him seriously at all.

He just thought he was a rich young master looking for fun.

"Young Master Chen, fists and feet have no eyes, don't blame me if you get hurt." Zhang Fuhu cupped his hands at Chen Heng and stepped onto the Martial Arts Training Hall.

"Master Zhang, if your son is not my opponent, you should give me some pointers."

Chen Heng turned to glance at Zhang Huan, then turned and stepped onto the Martial Arts Training Hall.

"Please give me some pointers." Chen Heng also cupped his hands at Zhang Fuhu.

"Come, prepare weapons for them!" With Zhang Huan's command, two Disciples immediately brought up weapons.

Everyone in the Zhang Family Martial Arts Training Hall practiced the Horse-Slaying Saber Technique, so their weapons were naturally long sabers.

Chen Heng weighed the long saber in his hand, shaking his head with some disappointment.

It was too light; he wouldn't be able to use it for long.

"Young Master Chen, please." Zhang Fuhu stood still, just watching Chen Heng.

Since that was the case, Chen Heng didn't intend to be polite.

"First form, Tiger Roar!" Chen Heng's long saber horizontally slashed, and a soul-stirring Tiger Roar resounded throughout the entire Martial Arts Training Hall.

Zhang Fuhu, who was originally full of confidence, was stunned, frozen in place, unable to make any move.

In his eyes, as Chen Heng casually swung his saber, a fierce tiger pounced towards him.

He couldn't even move, he could only watch blankly.

"Outer Strength Martial Artist!?" With just this move, Zhang Huan could tell that Chen Heng's Realm was definitely not lower than his.

"Fuhu! Retreat quickly!" Zhang Huan grabbed a long saber nearby and jumped onto the Martial Arts Training Hall, blocking Chen Heng's attack with his saber.

"Young Master Chen has excellent martial arts!" Zhang Huan looked up at Chen Heng after blocking the saber strike.

"I told you, I came to spar with you." Chen Heng retracted his saber and retreated, not pursuing further.

His original intention was to spar; there was no need to go for a killing blow.

That last move was just a reminder to Zhang Huan, telling him not to underestimate himself.

"I understand." Zhang Huan sent his son, who was still scared silly, down, and he himself stood on the Martial Arts Training Hall.

"I was blind just now, Young Master Chen, please give me some pointers." Zhang Huan cupped his hands, ready for battle.

Although Zhang Huan was not young, he at least had some discernment.

Chen Heng's move just now could absolutely not be achieved by a non-Outer Strength Martial Artist.

"You first." Chen Heng nodded, waiting for Zhang Huan's attack.

Zhang Huan gritted his teeth; he hadn't been underestimated like this in a long time.

Besides that iron turtle from the Hu Family Martial Arts Training Hall, no one dared to treat him like this!

"Offense taken!" Zhang Huan lightly tapped his foot, and the long saber in his hand went straight for Chen Heng's heart.

Chen Heng still made no move, only taking off his outer long robe, revealing the short fighting attire and chiseled muscles underneath.

"Not dodging or evading?" Zhang Huan was greatly alarmed, but it was already too late to retract his strength.

The tip of the long saber struck Chen Heng's chest, making a muffled sound.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Chen Heng pinched the long saber with one hand, looking at Zhang Huan with some confusion.

Zhang Huan stared in disbelief at the spot he had struck.

Aside from a tear in the outer short fighting attire, the skin underneath was completely unharmed.

Not even a white mark was left.

"..." Chen Heng frowned, suspecting that Zhang Huan was holding back due to his identity and not using his full strength.

"Master Zhang, if you don't get serious, then I'm going to make my move."

Chen Heng gripped the long saber tightly in his hand, delivering an upward slash from bottom to top.

"Second form, Army Breaker!"

An invisible Saber Qi was unleashed, and Zhang Huan raised his saber to block.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, Zhang Huan's long saber broke into two pieces, and the clothes on his chest were also torn open.

"Inner Strength..." Zhang Huan swallowed.

"How is that possible?"

That Young Master who frequented brothels and pleasure boats and was known for his kidney deficiency was actually an Inner Strength master!?

One must know that the strongest person in their Fulai County was the Garrison General, Liu Zhi, who was at the Transformation Realm.

Besides him, there was only Zhang Huan and that old Huyan, an Outer Strength Martial Artist.

Chen Heng could be said to be the strongest person in Fulai County, apart from the Garrison General.

"Can you use your full strength now?" Chen Heng was very dissatisfied with Zhang Huan's timid behavior.

"Young Master Chen, as an Inner Strength Martial Artist, you shouldn't bully a small Outer Strength Martial Artist like me." Zhang Huan said with a bitter smile.

"My saber strike just now used nine-tenths of my strength, yet it couldn't even break your skin."

"Please stop making fun of us."

"Alright." Chen Heng also saw that Zhang Huan didn't seem to be lying, so he picked up the long robe from the ground, put it back on, and was about to turn and leave.

Chen Heng was utterly disappointed with Zhang Huan.

He hadn't even used two-tenths of his strength; it didn't even count as a warm-up.

"Here, take your saber back." Chen Heng casually stuck the long saber into the ground and walked out of the Martial Arts Training Hall with disappointment.

Returning home, Chen Heng walked through the courtyard gate and saw Chen Fugui, who looked haggard.

"Father, how are you?"

"My son..." Chen Fugui somewhat dared not look directly at Chen Heng.

"Father has tried all his connections these past few days, but none of them can help our family."

"Tonight, you take Xiao He and find a way to escape. Father will help you hold off that Cool Daoist."

Chen Fugui grabbed Chen Heng's hand and squeezed it hard, and a bank deposit slip was slipped into Chen Heng's hand.

"Keep it safe, go to Qiyang City and find Jing Fan..."

Before Chen Fugui could finish speaking, Chen Heng slipped the deposit slip back into his hand.

"Father, I have a way for us all to survive."

A cold glint flashed in Chen Heng's eyes. Today, he had Xiao He brew a full 30 servings of qi and blood decoction, completely depleting the raw Materials in the medicine storehouse.

After Optimization, there would still be fifteen servings left, which was enough for him to Breakthrough to the Transformation Realm.

Once he Breakthrough to the Transformation Realm, it would be the Cool Daoist's death date.

With Chen Heng's personality, it was absolutely impossible for him to sit idly by and wait for death; taking the initiative was the best choice.

Once that Cool Daoist succeeded in his blood sacrifice, their family's chances of escaping would be even lower.

"You don't need to do anything, just stay in your room properly."

Chen Fugui opened his mouth and then closed it again; he could only choose to believe his son now.

He wasn't stupid; of course, he saw the changes that had happened to his son.

But no matter what, Chen Heng was his son, and he would never harm him!

Therefore, Chen Fugui chose to believe Chen Heng.