C10 Winning with a Few People

Ye Yu looked up at Elder Chiang, noting his youthful appearance despite his white hair and the unusually rosy glow of his complexion. It was clear that he regularly consumed potent supplements.

Yet, Ye Yu couldn't discern which supplements could produce such remarkable effects.

As Elder Chiang approached, a chilling intent crept into Ye Yu's body.

"Qi Yu? This elder is actually an Ancient Martial Cultivator. It's astonishing that such masters are hidden in Yangcheng. Lunamis truly is a land of untold masters!"

Ye Yu marveled. Though he had once reached the pinnacle of Ancient Martial Cultivation, he now possessed only the physique of a martial cultivator, not yet meeting the threshold of an Ancient Martial Cultivator.

The Ancient Martial World is categorized into five ranks and thirteen levels, descending from Martial Sovereign, Heaven Rank, Earth Rank, Profound Rank, to Yellow Rank. The Martial Sovereign stands alone at the top, while the remaining ranks are each divided into three sub-levels: Beginner, Middle, and High. The benchmark for an Ancient Martial Cultivator is to cultivate Qi Yu, enabling one to harness the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Little one, you dare to provoke the Jia family? Do you not see me, Elder Chiang, as a threat?"

Elder Chiang, bolstered by his Ancient Martial prowess, dismissed Ye Yu entirely. But upon seeing the defeated troops scattered on the ground, he paused in surprise.

"You've got some fight in you, kid. Let's do this: we'll have a match today. Win, and you're free to go. Lose, and... well, let's just say I'll be sending you on your way," Elder Chiang said, his voice heavy with lethal intent.

Wang Kun was the first to react to these words. The prospect of losing the million he had just secured to Elder Chiang was a bitter pill to swallow.

He glanced at Elder Chiang, torn between speaking out and staying silent. Knowing better than to provoke the old man, he decided it was wiser to simply stand aside and enjoy the spectacle.

With a contemptuous snort, Ye Yu gently placed the weakened Yang Yi against the wall and gestured that he was ready to begin the fight.

"You're clueless, fool!"

Elder Chiang spat out the insult as he leapt into the air, a whirlwind accompanying his kick aimed straight at Ye Yu's face.

Ye Yu, facing an Ancient Martial Cultivator, took the challenge seriously. He concentrated, dodging swiftly while simultaneously using his medical knowledge to pinpoint Elder Chiang's vulnerabilities.

Several exchanges later, Ye Yu discerned that the old man's cultivation level was at the Primary Level of Yellow Rank, possessing the strength to take on a hundred foes without difficulty.

Yet, having only reached the Primary Level of Yellow Rank at such an advanced age suggested limited talent. It was unlikely he would ever advance to the Profound Rank.

Ancient Martial Cultivators were often reclusive, seldom engaging with the mundane world.

Elder Chiang, however, had forsaken his quiet cultivation for a life of fame and fortune in the secular world, likely oppressing the weak with his modest abilities.

Beyond his cultivation level, Ye Yu noticed an inconsistency in Elder Chiang's physique: his left calf was thinner than the right, a sign of congenital malformation or an untreated injury.

"Little twerp, all you do is dodge. Might as well marry a rat and spawn a litter!" Elder Chiang jeered.

But Ye Yu just smirked, abruptly halting his evasive maneuvers. This unexpected move took Elder Chiang by surprise, causing him to pause.

"Kneel down!"

With a thunderous shout, Ye Yu's leg struck Elder Chiang's left calf before he could react.

The crisp snap of breaking bone echoed as Elder Chiang howled, dropping to one knee. Without giving him a moment's respite, Ye Yu delivered a high kick to his face, flipping him onto the ground, unconscious.

Silence enveloped the banquet hall.

Elder Chiang was defeated, bested by a youngster in simple footwear, and with a single blow.

The onlookers blinked in disbelief, struggling to process the sight before them.

"Anyone in my way should meet their end. But considering this old man's days are numbered, I'll spare him this time."

Ye Yu cradled Yang Yi in his arms and made his way to the banquet hall's elevator. This time, nobody dared to block his path; they parted like the Red Sea, as if avoiding the Grim Reaper himself.

"Make sure to tell that old man, Elder Chiang, that I, Ye Yu, have spared his life. He owes me a meal someday!"

...

Clutching the five hundred yuan Yang Yi had given him, Ye Yu hailed a cab to take her back to her rental.

To prevent Yang Yi from acting inappropriately in front of the driver due to the drug's effects, he steeled himself and pressed a spot on her neck, rendering her unconscious.

However, he quickly noticed something was amiss. Yang Yi's body was heating up alarmingly, and her forehead was scorching to the touch.

"Damn it, this Aphrodisiac is vicious!"