Lord Huo's gaze fell upon Ye Longlin, a trace of brutality in his eyes that made Ye Longlin frown.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Guo Hou, the chairman of Hengfeng Real Estate. Perhaps you've heard of me. I'm here today for one thing only: the land in the east of the city."
He stood before Ye Longlin, scrutinizing him with disdain.
Ye Longlin remained silent. Lord Huo continued, "I heard that Yuanzhan Capital has been acquiring a lot of land recently. These were plots I had my eye on, but you got to them first."
Then, Lord Huo clapped his hands. A man in a black suit behind him tipped over a briefcase.
"Clatter—"
Stacks of crisp banknotes spilled from the briefcase onto the ground.
What could move people the most?
Undoubtedly, it was money.
And now, banknotes were appearing before everyone's eyes, a truly breathtaking sight.
"This is six hundred thousand. I'll buy your five hundred mu of land. Consider it a gesture of friendship."
Lord Huo said, smoke curling from his lips, speaking from a superior position as if bestowing a great favor by offering him six hundred thousand.
Many of the onlookers stared, as if they had seen a ghost.
Six hundred thousand for five hundred mu of land? Was this a joke?
Ye Longlin sneered, "Friendship? Are you worthy?"
Lord Huo's expression darkened visibly, his eyes turning cruel.
"You brat, you're asking for death!"
In all his years, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this.
Enraged, Lord Huo unleashed his martial energy, his peak aura emanating like a deity's.
"Grandmaster at his peak?"
Ye Longlin showed slight surprise.
Even in the capital, Grandmasters at their peak were honored guests in many families.
In this remote border town, having a single Grandmaster was considered exceptional. Who would have thought there was someone like this?
"You can sense my strength. Good."
"Now, I'll give you a chance. Kneel and submit to me, and I guarantee I'll spare your life."
Lord Huo chuckled coldly, a condescending smile on his lips, looking down at Ye Longlin as if bestowing a boon.
Ye Longlin shook his head slightly. "A frog in a well."
Lord Huo hadn't expected Ye Longlin to speak like this under the circumstances. His anger surged, and an uncontrollable killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"You court death!"
He roared, lunging forward, his five fingers forming a fist. His fist was enveloped in martial energy.
This was not his strongest punch. In his opinion, Ye Longlin was bound to die under this blow, so there was no need to bother with a dead man.
He couldn't detect any martial energy fluctuations from Ye Longlin. This meant either he was an ordinary person, or his cultivation was higher than his own.
But the latter was essentially impossible.
How many years had he cultivated? How many had this kid cultivated?
Yet, a sense of unease gnawed at Lord Huo, though he couldn't pinpoint why.
The moment his fist neared Ye Longlin's forehead, Ye Longlin finally moved.
An inexplicable aura flashed and disappeared. By the time Lord Huo reacted, Ye Longlin had already gripped his fist. With his other hand, he casually delivered a palm strike to his chest.
"Pfft—"
The seemingly innocuous palm strike sent a deathly chill through him.
But at this moment, Ye Longlin held his fist, leaving him with no escape.
A mouthful of blood erupted from Lord Huo's lips as he retreated more than ten paces to neutralize the palm's force.
He was utterly shocked!
Ye Longlin showed no trace of martial energy on his person!
"How is this possible? How did you do that?!"
He couldn't believe it, nor could he comprehend it.
A young man, not yet thirty, had blocked his attack head-on and even injured him!
Lord Huo's eyes widened, a trickle of blood still on his lips. In a single exchange, the superior and inferior were clearly determined.
The reporters outside were also stunned. They had been prepared to capture footage of Ye Longlin's crushing defeat, but the outcome had been overturned.
Lord Huo's invincible legend was deeply ingrained in people's minds. No one had expected Ye Longlin to win.
"Lord Huo lost? How is that possible!"
"That's right! Even the influential figures in the southern provinces were hesitant to provoke Lord Huo. And now, in Star City, Lord Huo has suffered a setback!!"
Lord Huo's retreat caused the reporters outside to erupt in a frenzy of speculation. However, they were unaware of Lord Huo's true strength.
Lord Huo cracked his neck, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "This is interesting. In a mere Star City, I truly don't believe there are any true dragons."
"Brat, that was just a casual strike. Now, I'm going to get serious!"
He stretched his body, a series of cracking sounds echoing, truly startling.
He threw another punch.
He had been defeated by this very punch earlier, and now he intended to make Ye Longlin taste defeat by it once more!
A martial arts Grandmaster signified reaching the pinnacle in a particular field, enough to establish one's own school.
"I, Guo Hou, am renowned for my boxing, excelling in the fist arts."
Changquan, or Long Fist, was one of the traditional boxing styles, belonging to a Northern martial art.
Generally, it encompassed styles like Zhaquan, Huquan, Paoquan, and Hongquan.
It was created by comprehensively organizing and refining various boxing styles such as Zha, Hua, Pao, Hong, Tan Tui, and Shaolin, based on their characteristic styles.
A charging punch followed, the fist rapidly striking forward from the waist with a rotational arm motion.
Ye Longlin narrowed his eyes, a flash of light seeming to pass through them.
"Useless against me."
With a nimble shift of his feet, Ye Longlin appeared behind Lord Huo. He raised one leg and fiercely kicked him in the back.
"Bang!"
Lord Huo was sent flying like a sandbag, landing face-first in the dirt.
This was utterly humiliating!
This was perhaps the darkest day of his life, especially with those reporters watching.
"Brat, who the hell are you?!"