Chapter 139 – The Calm and Composed Tiger-Masked Man

Ma Chenghe answered the call and spoke coldly: “Speak.”

“Target spotted!”

Ma Chenghe: “Keep them alive at all costs!”

Upon hearing this, everyone present couldn’t conceal the murderous intent in their eyes.

One could say that whenever they recalled how they had been toyed with previously, they wished they could skin the mastermind alive.

Just as everyone was seething with anger, a figure approached leisurely, like a sudden gust of wind rustling through willow trees, bringing with it an aura of deadly seriousness!

Yuan Chenghu and Ma Chenghe, the two elders, couldn’t help but shudder inwardly, thinking: How formidable.

“Brilliant, truly brilliant! To deduce the reason for our actions from just a few words—I must say, the Southern Yuan and Northern Ma aren’t lacking in exceptionally intelligent individuals!”

As the words fell, a black-clad Tiger-Masked Man strode toward them.

His hands were as pale as a woman’s, yet his gait was powerful and imposing like a dragon or tiger. Judging by his voice alone, he sounded somewhat youthful, no older than twenty.

The disciples, hearing this, immediately assumed defensive stances, gathering together and forming a clear confrontation with the Tiger-Masked Man.

“Friend, I presume you are the mysterious figure who attacked our disciples?” As they spoke, Yuan Chenghu and Ma Chenghe stepped forward with cold expressions, moving to the front of the group.

Tiger-Masked Man: “Heh, does it really matter whether I am or not?”

Yuan Chenghu: “Naturally. If you are, it will be a fight to the death. If not, then please leave this place immediately.”

Ma Chenghe, growing impatient, interjected: “Why waste words with him? This guy hides his face, too cowardly to show his true appearance. He’s most likely involved in this matter.”

But then, shifting his tone, Ma Chenghe continued to demand: “Speak! What grudge does our Xingyi Sect have with you that you would commit such disgraceful acts in the martial world?”

“What grudge? Disgraceful acts in the martial world? Hahaha…” The Tiger-Masked Man burst into wild laughter, but as his laughter faded, a dangerous aura emanated from his entire being.

Sensing this, Yuan Chenghu retorted with a stern but hollow threat: “Attacking disciples—is that not disgraceful in the martial world?”

The Tiger-Masked Man roared in anger: “Then you think it’s acceptable to covet others’ Ultimate Techniques and engage in sneaky, underhanded deeds? Is that not disgraceful in the martial world?”

Hearing this, Ma Chenghe’s face changed dramatically, and he shouted furiously: “What nonsense are you spouting? When have we ever…”

But before he could finish, as if recalling someone, he suddenly demanded: “Are you Ye Kuang?”

Tiger-Masked Man: “Guess!”

With that, he leaped into the air.

Yuan Chenghu: “Stop him, now!!”

It must be said, this was a critical moment in the meeting between the two sides—how could they allow anyone to cause trouble? Otherwise, the consequences would be more than the two elders could bear.

Amid this roar, Yuan Chenghu and Ma Chenghe simultaneously launched their attacks.

But who would have thought that as they leaped into the air, they were met with twin fists flying toward them.

In the blink of an eye!

By the time the disciples regained their senses, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Even with the two elders joining forces, they appeared overwhelmed and struggling under a flurry of palm strikes.

Thud! Thud!

The sounds, like muffled thunder, erupted as both sides exchanged blows with such speed it was dizzying to behold.Yet the two elders were actually no match for the Tiger-Masked Man. Both were struck squarely in the chest by three punches and two palm strikes, then tumbled into the crowd.

Hoo hoo hoo!

At that moment, the Tiger-Masked Man burst into wild laughter and, with a single leap, charged into the Nangong Beifu Hotel.

Thump!

Thud!

Meanwhile, Yuan Chenghu and Ma Chenghe inevitably exchanged glances, each seeing disbelief in the other’s eyes.

Even with their combined strength, they couldn’t withstand a single move from their opponent!

How was this possible?

The two tried to rise, but to their horror, they discovered their Dantians were shattered, and their True Qi was gradually dissipating.

“Damn it!!”

Meanwhile, chaos erupted in the hotel lobby.

As the Tiger-Masked Man barged in, he was like a tiger among sheep. With his fists leading the way, he encountered no one who could withstand a single blow. Anyone standing in his path was reduced to writhing in pain on the ground.

The five-story building was like a challenge tower.

Doors labeled “Spring Orchid,” “Autumn Chrysanthemum,” “Summer Insect,” and “Winter Grass” swung open one by one, revealing stunned faces gaping at a dark figure rushing up to the second floor.

But in the blink of an eye, their expressions shifted to excitement.

It was as if their usual peaceful lives had been disrupted by this violent encounter, awakening their inner gossipmongers.

Meanwhile, shadows flickered across the second-floor corridor as figures rushed down from the third floor.

“Halt!”

“Seeking death!”

“Hoo hoo hoo…”

The Tiger-Masked Man stood firm on one foot, using his arms and legs to block a combined assault of punches and kicks from three opponents. As his True Qi surged, a terrifying shockwave erupted.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Bang bang bang!

Seven figures engaged in a fierce battle in the corridor.

Ignoring everything, the Tiger-Masked Man threw simultaneous punches, forcefully repelling two opponents with domineering power. He then stepped forward, plunging deep into the group of seven.

At that moment, the seven battle-hardened boxing kings, enraged by his arrogance, launched sixteen simultaneous punches.

Hoo hoo hoo!

The Tiger-Masked Man raised his palms skyward, executing “Sudden Arrival” with devastating force.

Thump thump thump!

Sixteen consecutive palm strikes demonstrated the essence of Sudden Arrival from the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms.

Though each of these boxing kings had reached the pinnacle of emptiness and clarity, they proved utterly vulnerable before the Tiger-Masked Man.

Several private rooms on the second floor became the final resting places for these boxing kings.

They either crashed through doors or erupted in hysterical roars.

Without pausing, the Tiger-Masked Man attempted to charge toward the third floor.

Unexpectedly, a dozen burly men had been waiting at the staircase. Seeing someone approach, they leaped into action without hesitation.

Tiger-Masked Man: “Or Leap Into the Abyss!”

Roar!

A colossal force tore through the air, violently hurling a dozen figures up to the third floor.

This display of overwhelming, domineering power was truly unmatched.

The scene revealed collapsed walls and numerous cracks, foreshadowing the sheer ferocity of this palm strike.

On the third-floor corridor.

The Tiger-Masked Man materialized silently. His eyes scanned the surroundings before he sprinted toward the fourth floor.

Having fought his way through without meeting any real challenge, he was growing increasingly impatient.

He knew that another intense battle was likely raging on the rooftop. Any further delay could lead to unimaginable consequences.

Executing the Eighth and Ninth Palms in quick succession, he demonstrated ruthless determination.Yet it cannot be denied that his audacity to barge in recklessly could not overshadow the fact that the Tiger-Masked Man remained perfectly composed.