20: Chapter 020 I was careless and didn't flash.

Yang Ming's fists were indeed fast, but under Ye Mo's Divine Sense, they seemed a bit flashy and useless.

Before Yang Ming could get close, Ye Mo slapped him twice.

However, Yang Ming was no ordinary person after all. These two slaps didn't cause him much damage, only knocking out two front teeth.

"This is impossible!"

Yang Ming looked at Ye Mo in shock.

He hadn't even seen how Ye Mo made his move.

Of course, he didn't retreat because of this; instead, he became cautious.

Although Ye Mo's move was elusive, Yang Ming didn't believe he couldn't even beat a young man.

"I was careless just now and didn't dodge. Next, please experience my Wuji Eight-Wave Force!"

Wuji Eight-Wave Force: with every punch thrown, the power of the fist wind stacks up.

By the eighth punch, the fist force would be like a landslide or tidal wave, unstoppable.

Of course, the prerequisite was that it could not be interrupted.

After saying this, Yang Ming quickly unleashed the Wuji Eight-Wave Force. In just a few seconds, he threw several punches; the speed was extremely fast, and the angles were tricky.

However, under Ye Mo's Divine Sense, there was nowhere to hide, and Ye Mo dodged them one by one.

"I wonder, what is the actual difference between this Internal Energy and Spiritual Qi?"

Ye Mo hadn't really made a move yet; he purely wanted to see just how strong a Martial Artist was.

Seeing Yang Ming's fist force getting stronger and stronger, Ye Mo also felt like testing him.

By the time Yang Ming threw his seventh punch, the speed suddenly slowed down, but the pressure of this final punch was significantly stronger than before.

Ye Mo moved his mind, directly concentrating all his Spiritual Qi at his chest.

"Hmph, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Seeing that Ye Mo seemed to want to take his punch head-on, Yang Ming sneered inwardly.

With the Eight-Wave Force completed, he was confident that even an Earth-Grade Martial Artist would have to dodge.

"This time next year will be your death anniversary!"

Boom—

The powerful fist wind, carrying a bone-chilling cold, instantly struck Ye Mo's chest.

Bang—Crack—

Yang Ming felt as if he had punched a steel plate.

Immediately after, the sound of five fingers fracturing rang out. No, wait, it was his wrist—his wrist seemed broken!

"Golden Bell Shield, it's definitely the Golden Bell Shield! You're from the Vajra School! Impossible, how old are you? How could you possibly Cultivate the Golden Bell Shield to such a degree!"

Yang Ming panicked. He kept retreating, wanting to find an opportunity to jump off the balcony.

He had to jump; facing such a powerful Golden Bell Shield, there was no way to fight.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave; I have a few questions to ask you."

Ye Mo didn't have any intention of killing Yang Ming; killing someone now would only bring him unnecessary trouble.

"Are there many Martial Artists in the country? What Schools are there, and how is their strength?" Ye Mo asked.

"There are at least thirty thousand registered Martial Artists and numerous Schools, but they are mainly led by the Four Great Schools: Kunlun, Wudang, Emei Sect, and Songshan. Although my Wuji School isn't one of the Four Great Schools, it is second only to them."

Yang Ming didn't dare to hide anything and answered truthfully.

"What about strength? For example, are there many stronger than you?" Ye Mo continued to ask.

However, this question exposed his lack of knowledge.

Yang Ming thought to himself, "What am I? I'm only Xuan-Grade; above me are Earth-Grade, Heaven-Grade, Innate, and Grandmaster."

"Uh, of course, there are many stronger than me. I'm just a lowly Disciple of the Wuji School."

Yang Ming didn't think that Ye Mo didn't even know the Martial Artist Ranks.

He assumed Ye Mo was just a newcomer who didn't understand the domestic factions.

"Hmm."

Ye Mo nodded and didn't ask further. Although the top Martial Artists on Blue Star might be very powerful.

However, now that Zhou Ruolin was pregnant, when the child was born, the System reward would increase his Cultivation by two times.

By then, his Cultivation would be equivalent to the Qi Refining Late-Stage.

Why worry about these Martial Artists?

"Yang Ming, go back and tell Li Yuan that if he wants to live, he should obediently transfer one hundred million to my account."

Ye Mo thought, if he had one hundred million, he wouldn't need to trade Spirit Stones for gold anymore.

"Brother Ye, this isn't right. You are committing a crime. If the Li family reports this to the authorities, the Ninth Bureau will step in, and you might be sent to the Martial Artist prison."

If a Martial Artist extorts an ordinary person, the crime is compounded, and the state will act immediately.

"The Ninth Bureau?" Ye Mo was slightly stunned; he hadn't thought about this issue.

"No way, Brother Ye, you don't even know about the Ninth Bureau?" Yang Ming looked at Ye Mo with suspicion.

"Tell me about it." Ye Mo said.

"Whether domestically or overseas, we Martial Artists are unstable factors, so the state established the Ninth Bureau to specifically keep us Martial Artists in check. You can also call them the Imperial Bodyguards."

Yang Ming replied.

Whether in modern times or ancient times, such departments exist to ensure national stability.

"Fine... but regardless, it is a fact that Li Yuan drugged my girlfriend. I cannot just let it go, unless..."

Today is June 7th, and Ye Mo would soon return to the Water Moon Realm.

For safety, Ye Mo had actually wanted to get some guns for a long time, but he had no connections in that regard.

Yang Ming: "Unless what? Brother Ye, feel free to say it."

Ye Mo: "Can you help me get a few guns?"

Yang Ming: "Guns? Long guns or short guns, steel or wooden ones?"

Ye Mo: "Do you have an AK-47?"

Yang Ming: "What the heck, what do you want that for?"

Ye Mo: "Of course, it has great use. Just tell me, can you get it?"

Yang Ming: "I do martial arts, I don't mess with guns, but I can ask Young Master Li."

Ye Mo: "Good. If Young Master Li can get them, I can let the previous matter slide."

Yang Ming: "Alright, then wait for my news."

Although guns don't pose much of a threat to a Cultivator, that is only when they are prepared. Cultivators in the Water Moon Realm don't know what guns are; if caught by surprise, it is not impossible to kill a Qi Refining Late-Stage.

"Then I'll head back first?" Yang Ming.

"Hmm." Ye Mo.

"I'll treat you to a drink another day." Yang Ming.

"No need, I'm very busy." Ye Mo.

"Alright then... if there's anything, you can call me."

Ye Mo's strength made Yang Ming want to befriend him. After saying this, he took a black business card out of his pants pocket and placed it on the computer desk.

Then, holding his broken right hand, he walked out the door.

"Today started off badly; I need to go to the hospital."

Yang Ming was still shaken.

He felt the sharp pain coming from his broken hand.

He thought to himself, "Young people these days really don't follow martial ethics. If you knew the Golden Bell Shield, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Just as Yang Ming opened the door, he suddenly saw the door opposite open. Immediately after, a woman with tears streaming down her face ran toward him and then ran directly into Ye Mo's room.

Not long after, several men in suits and ties also ran out of the room.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen such a handsome boss before?" Seeing Yang Ming blocking the doorway, Zhao Wu shouted angrily.

"Uh..."

Yang Ming was stunned. The next second, his anger soared three zhang high.

Are young people these days all this bullying?

Being slapped twice by Ye Mo, Yang Ming was convinced; after all, he really couldn't beat him.

But what the hell are you!

"Wearing a suit in June, who are you pretending to be, the Black Snake Gang!"

Yang Ming was completely enraged. With a backhand slap and a kick from his right foot, Zhao Wu was kicked directly onto the hallway, rolling dozens of somersaults, unable to stop.

Immediately after, Yang Ming, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, slapped this group of lackeys frantically.

One slap per person, and several lackeys directly lost their combat ability.

"Wait, do you know who I am?" Brother Tao, who had just walked to the door, saw his subordinates lying on the ground like piles of mud and was stunned for a moment.

"Do you know who I am? I'll make you shave your head, I'll make you shave your head!"

Yang Ming seemed to have a deep grudge against bald heads. After seeing Brother Tao, he jumped up and started slapping him.

The sound of slap, slap, slap echoed throughout the hallway.

Brother Tao's originally shiny bald head was slapped until it bled by Yang Ming.

Only when Brother Tao collapsed to the ground did Yang Ming stop, and then he walked toward the elevator without looking back.

"I... I'm naturally bald..." Brother Tao, lying on the ground, uttered a weak sound.