Such a scene caused everyone's eyes to widen in shock.

A Black Rank Fifth Grade had actually forced a Sixth Grade back three heavy steps with a single move!

Zhao Qian had never imagined that the seemingly frail youth before him could unleash such condensed power. He stared at Tang Yan with deep wariness, his qi and blood still churning from that strike.

"Let's try again!" Tang Yan chuckled lightly. Activating his Phantom Step, he charged toward Zhao Qian once more.

"Chen He!" Zhao Qian roared.

Hearing his companion's cry for help, a bulky figure immediately shot toward Tang Yan.

"Relying on numbers? The so-called Raging Wave Gang is nothing special after all," Tang Yan taunted blandly.

"Shut up! Come, let your Fat Grandpa show you why flowers are so red!" Chen He's heavy frame rushed forward, bringing down a pitch-black blade shadow with mountain-cleaving force.

This slash was clean and decisive, striking straight and fast as lightning! Paired with his brute strength, it was truly imposing.

Clang!

Tang Yan's figure flashed out of the way, and he fiercely punched the flat of the blade, producing the sharp ring of clashing metal.

Feeling the force transmitted through the weapon, a trace of surprise flickered in Chen He's eyes. No wonder Zhao Qian had been forced back by this kid earlier. This guy was clearly only at the Black Rank Fifth Grade, yet he could unleash power comparable to a Sixth Grade!

"Interesting!" Chen He grinned, raising his heavy blade as he charged at Tang Yan again.

"Sweeping an Army!" A golden light suddenly burst from the blade.

"A high-grade Black Rank martial skill!" Feeling the oppressive pressure radiating from the strike, those in the crowd with discerning eyes immediately identified the skill's level.

A hint of pride flashed through Chen He's eyes. With such a high-grade skill, almost no one at the Black Rank Sixth Grade could withstand it head-on.

Although this kid before him was somewhat peculiar, Chen He was certain Tang Yan simply could not block this strike.

Tang Yan narrowed his eyes.

Buzz!

A strange fluctuation suddenly shot out from the center of Tang Yan's brow.

As this power emerged, Tang Yan activated his Phantom Step. Following closely behind, a bone-white flame abruptly flared to life over his palms, flickering before vanishing in an instant.

The Divine Capture Art and Soul-Refining Fire-a dual attack!

Chen He only felt his mind go blank, experiencing a momentary lapse in consciousness.

And this brief opening was more than enough for Tang Yan.

A thunderous punch slammed directly into the fatty's chest.

"Pfft!"

The immense force struck his body, impossible to withstand with mere flesh. Chen He's figure was sent flying backward, spraying a mouthful of blood into the air and staining the ground red.

Bang! His bulky frame crashed to the earth, kicking up a cloud of dust, leaving him completely unable to move.

Hiss- The surrounding crowd drew in sharp breaths, staring in absolute shock at the black-robed youth before them.

What had just happened?

Why had Chen He's martial skill suddenly stalled? Such a bizarre event was completely beyond everyone's understanding.

Standing to the side, Zhao Qian's eyelids twitched wildly. Chen He had been defeated in a matter of breaths. Before Zhao Qian could even fully suppress the surging True Qi within his own body, he saw a figure rapidly charging straight at him!

Heart leaping in alarm, Zhao Qian had no time to resist before a strange force rushed straight into his mind. His thoughts instantly went blank, leaving him stunned for a split second.

By the time he came to his senses, his body was already flying backward through the air, a burning pain radiating from his lower abdomen.

The scene fell dead silent.

Why had Chen He's martial skill suddenly stopped, and why had Zhao Qian offered no resistance whatsoever? Could Tang Yan be pulling some sort of trick?

In that instant, many people cast increasingly wary glances toward Tang Yan.

"Zhang Peng, right? I wonder if you still want to trade with me now?" Tang Yan asked with a smile as he looked at the final man.

Seeing Tang Yan's gaze land on him, Zhang Peng's heart skipped a beat.

He knew Zhao Qian and Chen He's strength perfectly well, and he was only slightly stronger than them. If both of them were completely helpless against Tang Yan, how many moves could he possibly last?

"I was blind. Please forgive my offense." A wise man submits to circumstances. Zhang Peng had long since put away his earlier arrogance. He cupped his hands and said, "I won't disturb you further. Farewell!"

With that, he moved to help his two companions up from the ground.

"Hold on!" Tang Yan reached out a hand, immediately stopping Zhang Peng in his tracks.

"What else do you want, brother?" Zhang Peng's expression turned ugly. "Surely you don't truly intend to make an enemy of my Raging Wave Gang?"

Everyone turned their eyes to Tang Yan. This guy was truly fierce, actually willing to offend the Raging Wave Gang to the bitter end.

Rumor had it that their leader, Li Kuanglan, was already at the Black Rank Eighth Grade!

However, while the Raging Wave Gang held significant deterrent power over outsiders, to Tang Yan-who had been in constant "secluded cultivation"-he knew absolutely nothing about these various gangs and factions.

Zhang Peng's plan to use his gang to intimidate Tang Yan was destined to fail.

Ignoring Zhang Peng for the moment, Tang Yan walked over to Zhao Qian, bent down, and quickly began patting him down.

"Pills, Beast Cores, spirit herbs... damn, just this little bit of stuff, and not much Star Value either!" After turning out all of Zhao Qian's belongings and even plucking a jade pendant from his neck, Tang Yan cursed under his breath and walked over to Chen He.

He expertly cleaned out everything on both men, stopping just short of stripping off their clothes.

Watching Tang Yan blatantly rob them blind, Zhang Peng's face darkened completely.

Tang Yan's actions were not just a slap to his face; this kid was viciously humiliating the entire Raging Wave Gang.

"Brother, aren't you going a bit too far?" Zhang Peng demanded coldly.

"Too far?" Tang Yan sneered. "Only you are allowed to rob others, but when someone takes a little from you, it's too far? If you hadn't gotten greedy for the Pills in my hands, would I have bothered taking your measly possessions? When you draw a blade to cut someone down, you'd better be prepared to lose your own head!"

Sweeping his gaze over the man, Tang Yan noticed that Zhang Peng wasn't carrying a pack. His mind stirred, and soon, his eyes fell upon Zhang Peng's thumb.

A black thumb ring sat conspicuously in place.

This had to be a Storage Ring as well!

"Hand over your belongings too, so I don't have to make a move and strip away your dignity," Tang Yan said flatly.

Incredible! Hearing Tang Yan's words, the crowd was already bowing down to him in admiration! With only Black Rank Fifth Grade cultivation, he completely disregarded the entire Raging Wave Gang!

Zhang Peng's expression fluctuated between dark and pale. This guy before him truly refused to yield to either soft words or hard threats.

He wanted to beat this kid to a pulp, but he was terrified of ending up beaten like a dog himself. For a moment, he was caught on the horns of a dilemma.

"What, do you really want me to force my hand?" Tang Yan's smile deepened.

Seeing Tang Yan's confident expression, as if he had him completely figured out, Zhang Peng's heart leaped once more. Gritting his teeth, he said, "I didn't bring much with me this time. I only have a few Pills on me. Since you need them, you can have them."

With that, he retrieved two bottles of Pills from his robes and tossed them toward Tang Yan.

Tang Yan did not even glance at the two bottles, simply letting the porcelain containers hit the dirt.

Smack! The porcelain shattered on impact, and a few Pills rolled out, immediately releasing wafts of medicinal fragrance.

Upon seeing the Pills, a flash of utter heartache appeared in the eyes of the more knowledgeable onlookers. These were Second Rank Middle Grade Pills!

This black-robed youth was far too wasteful! Why hadn't he caught them?

"Forget the Pills. I see that the ring on Young Master Zhang's hand is quite nice. I'll just take that instead." Tang Yan's attitude was entirely languid, yet his tone carried an unquestionable and overbearing force.