C7 Who Is the Trash?

"You think you've got a death wish, threatening me like that?"

Jiang Ming's fury was unstoppable.

Stepping in front of Qiao Wei, Jiang Yuan chuckled, "You keep calling me trash, but you're not even worth that title!"

"Seeking your own demise!"

With those words, Jiang Ming's figure darted forward, closing the distance in a flash. His right fist, charged with all his might, hurtled towards Jiang Yuan with devastating force.

Yet, Jiang Yuan remained still, quietly invoking his Spiritual Qi to activate the Golden Body Technique.

A faint golden glow flickered. Watching Jiang Ming launch himself through the air, a slight grin spread across Jiang Yuan's face.

"A piece of trash, acting so bold! You're really asking for it!"

"Boss, knock him dead!"

"This guy's all talk, no action. He's totally petrified!"

Jiang Ming's cronies scoffed at Jiang Yuan's apparent inaction.

Thud!

Amidst the chorus of jeers, the punch connected with Jiang Yuan's frame.

"Ah! That hurts!"

The crowd was stunned into silence by the scene unfolding before them.

The one shrieking like a pig to the slaughter was none other than Jiang Ming!

Jiang Yuan stood unscathed, not even budging an inch from his spot.

Jiang Ming, feeling as if he'd struck an iron plate, pointed at Jiang Yuan and roared, "You deceitful scum! You must have a steel plate under your shirt!"

"Heh, seems like we're about to find out who the real trash is!"

Crack!

A second agonized scream echoed.

Jiang Ming's finger, which had been accusingly pointed at Jiang Yuan, was now grotesquely bent back towards himself, clearly broken.

With a cold laugh, Jiang Yuan remarked, "I warned you—if you didn't want that finger, I'd break it for you."

"You're the one courting death, you piece of trash! How dare you strike me!"

The searing pain in his finger sent Jiang Ming into a towering rage. He, a Seven Star Martial Disciple, had been struck by a mere commoner—this was an affront he could not stand!

Smack!

Smack!

Jiang Yuan didn't wait for Jiang Ming to react; he stepped forward and delivered two sharp slaps.

Jiang Ming's face, already not the most pleasant to look at, twisted grotesquely with his mouth askew and eyes skewed, now even more hideous than before.

Jiang Yuan didn't hesitate, grabbing Jiang Ming by the ear and dragging him closer as he barked, "Silence! Who are you calling trash?"

"You! You're gonna pay for this!"

Jiang Ming's words were garbled, yet he continued to yell.

"Scram!"

With a smirk, Jiang Yuan unleashed a powerful roundhouse kick to Jiang Ming's waist.

In an instant, Jiang Ming was sent flying several meters, crashing into his cronies like pins struck by a bowling ball, scattering them all over the ground.

How had this so-called 'trash' become so formidable? Was he about to reclaim his legendary status?

Blood spewed from Jiang Ming's mouth as he lay there in shock, the searing pain shooting through his body like a thunderclap, dousing his earlier bravado with a cold reality check.

Realizing things were going south, the lackeys urgently suggested to Jiang Ming, "Boss, should we make a run for it?"

"What run? Attack! Fight for me, damn it!"

Jiang Ming shook his head, desperate to clear his mind of defeat.

Jiang Yuan's glare intensified as he clenched his fists, an aura of deadly intent emanating from him. His commanding presence was like that of a wrathful deity as he thundered, "Seeking death?"

The prodigy, the almost divine being, had returned.

That was the unanimous thought among those present.

"Boss..."

A wave of dread washed over the underlings.

Jiang Ming shuddered as if he had seen the devil himself, struggling to his feet, suddenly filled with remorse for his past year's actions.

Jiang Yuan advanced relentlessly, each step resonating like a heavy weight on the hearts of Jiang Ming and his followers.

"Damn it, retreat!"

Unable to withstand the pressure, Jiang Ming hastily rallied his men and fled in a disgraceful scramble...

"Young Master! You've finally returned!"

Qiao Wei's eyes brimmed with tears of joy upon witnessing Jiang Yuan's formidable presence.

Jiang Yuan pulled Qiao Wei into his embrace once more, gently patting her head, and declared with conviction, "Yes, I'm back! And from this day forward, no one will bully you again! No one will dare to trample on my dignity!"