C3 Cripple Lu Yu!

Lu Yu steadied himself, keenly aware of the scornful looks from those around him, his complexion fluctuating between pale and flushed with embarrassment.

"Little bastard, go to hell!"

His gaze fixed on Lu Chen, a vicious glint flashed in his eyes. With a sudden surge of rage, he let out a thunderous roar and unleashed his powerful Yuan Power. His hand balled into a fist, he launched it viciously toward Lu Chen's head, the air around his fist whistling with the force of his strike.

He attacked with full force from the outset!

"How low, resorting to a sneak attack."

"Be careful..."

"Dodge it, quickly!!"

The onlookers shouted in shock at the unfolding scene.

Lu Chen had long been wary of Lu Yu.

Facing Lu Yu's all-out punch, Lu Chen remained composed, a cold smirk playing on his lips. Without flinching, he stepped forward, his fist ready, and thrust his right arm out with the force of a spear.

His punch was straightforward and brutal.

Thud!

Their fists met mid-air, emitting a heavy thump. To the crowd's astonishment, Lu Yu's body shook violently, and he stumbled backward several steps with a stifled grunt.

Lu Chen stood tall and unwavering like a javelin, his figure unyielding as the wind whipped his clothes around him.

The onlookers exchanged bewildered glances. Lu Chen had not only withstood Lu Yu's punch but had also gained the advantage, sending his opponent reeling back with a single blow!

Lu Yu regained his footing, the pain in his right arm fueling his disbelief. He had been forced back by Lu Chen's punch—an unbearable humiliation!

Humiliation that he vowed to cleanse with blood!

Determined, Lu Yu was resolved not to let Lu Chen leave easily that day.

With a dark scowl, he harbored a deadly resolve against Lu Chen and said icily, "You're quite the deceiver, hiding your true strength. You've actually reached Layer Five of Body Tempering."

Lu Chen just smiled, offering no denial.

He had merely exerted half his strength in that punch, his power hovering around Layer Five of Body Tempering. He was content to let Lu Yu labor under that misapprehension.

"So what if you've broken through to Layer Five of Body Tempering? Trash will always be trash!"

Lu Yu's gaze was icy as he spoke, with elemental energy surging wildly within him. His legs bent slightly, readying himself to launch another attack on Lu Chen.

But before he could act, Lu Chen preempted him.

"Whoosh!"

His figure blurred, vanishing from sight, only to reappear in the next moment right in front of Lu Yu.

His speed was so astonishing that it elicited gasps of shock from all those present!

Lu Yu's pupils contracted; Lu Chen was too fast, far surpassing him and leaving him no time to react.

Confronted with Lu Chen now mere inches away, all he could do was hastily adjust his stance, crossing his arms in front of his chest to form a defensive posture.

Lu Chen lifted his right palm, and with a surge of Origin Power, he forcefully struck Lu Yu's arms that were guarding his chest. The impact of his palm force was explosive.

With a thud, Lu Yu's complexion turned ashen as he felt an overwhelming force hit him, sending his body uncontrollably flying backward, while a surge of blood rushed to his throat.

"He's so strong! Wasn't it said that the Lu family's trash only reached Layer Three of Body Tempering? How can he be this formidable?"

Witnessing this, everyone's eyes bulged, and they couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

If an ordinary person had defeated Lu Yu, they wouldn't have been surprised.

But the notoriety of Lu Chen's label as 'trash' was far too prominent.

The son of the former patriarch of the Lu family, at sixteen, he had only been known to have reached Layer Three of Body Tempering. Thanks to the efforts of certain individuals, his reputation as trash had become the talk of the town, known to all.

"Little beast, you... just you wait..." Lu Yu choked back the blood rising in his throat and growled malevolently.

Moreover, as he heard the surrounding commotion, fury took hold, and a shadow of malice swept across his eyes.

He turned to his companions and commanded, "Go on, attack him together! If he dies, I'll take full responsibility."

The murderous intent in Lu Yu's voice was unmistakable, mirroring the lethal glint that flickered in Lu Chen's eyes.

The situation was dire, leaving no time for contemplation. Several of the Lu family's servants closed in on him with malevolent grins, each one at least a Layer Three Martial Artist, and among them, a formidable Layer Five powerhouse.

"Bam!"

Lu Chen seized the initiative, launching an attack before anyone else could react. He stepped forward, closing the distance to a Layer Three cultivator, and with a swift raise of his palm, he struck forward.

He showed no mercy. The sound of impact echoed as the man's chest collapsed inward, and with a wretched scream, he was sent flying through the air.

Without pausing to savor his victory, Lu Chen pivoted on his feet, spinning around with lethal precision. His palm, sharp as a blade, cleaved through the air, striking another opponent with devastating force.

"Puchi!"

Blood sprayed in all directions as a deep gash opened across the man's chest, propelling him backward in a gruesome arc, blood raining down from above.

"Scram!"

As a piercing attack targeted his back, Lu Chen whirled around to face the assailant, the sole Layer Five Martial Artist among the servants. With a low growl, he punched out, repelling the attacker.

Then, stepping forward, he raised his right fist, now infused with the raw power of his Origin Energy, and unleashed it with a fearsome might.

With a thunderous "bang," the Layer Five Martial Artist spat blood and collapsed into unconsciousness.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

In a flurry of motion, Lu Chen's fists flew, eliciting a chorus of agonized screams. In just a few moments, several were left severely injured and unconscious, drawing gasps of shock from the onlookers.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a gust of wind signaled an incoming attack from behind. Lu Chen, with a swift decision, abandoned his assault on the man before him. His body swayed, narrowly evading the strike in an astonishing feat of agility.

Though he avoided the blow, the sound of tearing fabric followed as his clothes were ripped. Lu Chen turned to glare icily at Lu Yu. It was he who had sliced through his garment. Had it not been for Lu Chen's timely evasion, he might have suffered grave injuries at his opponent's hands.

Without uttering a word, an icy chill emanated from Lu Chen's eyes, piercing to the core.

Three opponents stood before him: two at the fourth layer of body refinement and one at the fifth layer, the latter being none other than Lu Yu.

"Trash, let's see how long you can keep dodging."

"Strike now!"

Lu Yu's command came as a low growl, his arms' muscles rippling with power. With a thunderous stomp, he charged at Lu Chen. The other two, after a brief hesitation, flanked him, quickly closing in from both sides.

The gap of several meters narrowed rapidly, but Lu Chen remained composed, his eyes ablaze with an intense will to fight.

Thud!

He stomped his right foot and catapulted forward.

Ten meters.

Eight meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

...

"Die!"

Lu Yu unleashed his full fifth-layer power, his aura peaking as he bellowed and hurled a punch heavy with the force of a thousand kilos at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's eyes narrowed, tracking the oncoming blow. His speed unflagging, he sidestepped with uncanny agility just as the fist was about to connect.

Having evaded Lu Yu's strike, Lu Chen didn't pause. His right palm surged with Yuan Power, grazing Lu Yu's arm and landing a fierce slap on his chest.

"Pfft!"

Lu Yu cried out in agony, the force of Lu Chen's hit sending him flying backward.

The two allies, witnessing this, were staggered, their advance halting abruptly.

In a flash, Lu Chen was upon them, his fists launching forward like spears.

Two thuds resounded as both men were blasted away, blood spraying from their wounds.

The skirmish with Lu Yu and his cohorts might have seemed lengthy, but it was over in merely a moment's breath.

Silence fell, a silence as profound as death itself.

Onlookers gaped, stunned by the swift conclusion of the battle, disbelief etched on their faces.

With a collective gasp, everyone present drew in a sharp breath, and then the atmosphere erupted into restless commotion.

"We won. That no-good... No... Lu Chen won. It's truly unbelievable."

Spectators gazed at the tall figure, waves of shock and awe crashing over them. Who would dare call him worthless now? If he was worthless, what did that make them?

"Today, I'll spare your life, but if there's a next time, you're dead," Lu Chen declared coldly, towering over the bloodied Lu Yu on the ground.

Ultimately, he held back his urge to kill, aware that the time wasn't right to irreparably sever ties with the Lu family.

He wasn't alone; he had Uncle Mo to consider and wouldn't implicate the old man in his affairs.

"You..." Lu Yu struggled to rise, his face turning a deep shade of red as he coughed up blood.

Being humiliated by someone once deemed worthless was too much for Han Yu, who spat out curses filled with venom.

"Worthless fool, I won't be human if I don't kill you. And that old man by your side, he won't escape my wrath either. You'll regret ever crossing me."

Lu Chen, who had not gone far, halted at these words. A fleeting glint of murderous intent shone in his eyes as he turned back toward Han Yu.

As he approached, the crowd parted in fear.

"So, you want to kill me? You want to go after Uncle Mo? Seems like you haven't learned your lesson yet!"

A mild smile played on Lu Chen's lips, but to Lu Yu, it was as chilling as a demon's grin.

His body jolted, snapping him out of his rage.

"Worthless... No, Lu Chen, what do you intend to do?" he asked, feigning composure, though his voice betrayed his fear.

"What do I intend to do? Just to give you a taste of living hell," Lu Chen replied.

Before the petrified Lu Yu could react, Lu Chen lifted his right foot and brought it down hard on his thigh.

"Ah!"

The scream of agony, mingled with the sound of snapping bones, echoed around them. The onlookers shuddered in response.

But Lu Chen was relentless, his foot rising and falling without pause.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The chilling sounds of bones shattering echoed as Lu Yu lost consciousness.

An eerie silence enveloped the scene, the sight of Lu Yu's crippling too harrowing for words. In that moment, all eyes turned to Lu Chen, filled with dread.

Those who had accompanied Lu Yu were ashen-faced, stricken with terror...

With a detached gaze, Lu Chen looked upon Lu Yu, now with all his limbs broken, before turning to walk away...

He spared Lu Yu's life, but in a world that holds martial prowess in the highest regard, Lu Yu, stripped of his limbs, was now less than worthless. One could only imagine the scornful existence that awaited him, a life marred by the contemptuous stares of others.

For Lu Yu, this fate was likely a torment greater than death itself.