Chapter 50: Utterly Defenseless

The members of both the Zhang and Yang families were stunned, staring at Yang Fan as if he were a fool.

This guy dared to challenge two at once?

Was he looking for death?

In everyone’s eyes, Yang Fan was nothing more than an ordinary man. What could he possibly be capable of?

“You arrogant boy, today I’ll teach you a lesson,” Elder He snorted coldly, his heart full of disdain.

An ordinary fellow daring to boast in front of a martial artist like him—utter idiocy.

As Elder He prepared to strike, Wang Gang immediately stepped forward, eyes fixed on the elder.

Though the opponent was formidable, Wang Gang did not retreat.

“Kid, don’t think that just because you’ve picked up a few tricks you’re worthy to face me. You don’t have what it takes,” Elder He sneered.

He sensed a faint martial aura from Wang Gang but dismissed it.

“Stand down, Wang Gang,” Yang Fan said, patting his shoulder.

Without hesitation, Wang Gang stepped back behind Yang Fan.

Seeing Yang Fan prepare to face Elder He, the Yang family members all looked puzzled.

What on earth had gotten into him?

Yang Tianhong was even more bewildered. His illegitimate son wasn’t a martial artist—how could he possibly deal with Elder He?

But he noticed that Yang Fan’s expression was calm, as if nothing could faze him, and he didn’t seem to take anyone seriously.

“Yang Fan, are you trying to get yourself killed?” Yang Wei called out. “I advise you to come back with us. With Elder Tang’s help, you’ll be fine.”

Yang Fan shot Yang Wei a cold glance and said, word by word, “I told you, I have nothing to do with the Yang family.”

“Then you can just wait to die,” Yang Wei snapped, no longer trying to persuade him.

He was eager to see how his cousin would handle this.

Elder He assumed his stance and lunged at Yang Fan.

His aura was sharp and menacing; as his palm sliced through the air, it created a thunderous roar.

This strike was powerful and swift—no ordinary person could withstand it.

Everyone waited to see Yang Fan beaten and floored.

But the next moment left everyone gaping in shock.

Faced with Elder He’s attack, Yang Fan merely took a step forward and reached out.

His movement was lightning-fast, and he precisely slapped down Elder He’s incoming palm, his wrist twisting deftly.

Before Elder He could react, Yang Fan had already seized his wrist.

Elder He’s face changed. He lashed out with a powerful kick aimed at Yang Fan’s chest.

“Insignificant worm,” Yang Fan said coldly.

He leaned forward, dodging the attack with ease.

Immediately after, he yanked Elder He forward with a sudden force, driving his shoulder hard into the elder’s body.

With a heavy thud, Elder He was sent flying, his body soaring five or six meters before crashing down, blood spilling from his mouth.

“You… you’re a martial artist!” Elder He stared at Yang Fan in disbelief, his face ashen.

He hadn’t lasted even a single move in Yang Fan’s hands—he was stunned.

The Yang family members looked at Yang Fan in utter disbelief.

What was going on?

How had Yang Fan suddenly become a martial artist?

Yang Tianhong was even more baffled, understanding his son less and less.

Yang Fan had always been a wastrel, ignorant and incompetent—the type of person who could never amount to anything.

Yet now, he had become a martial artist.

Had they known Yang Fan was a martial artist, the Yang family would never have cast him out.

“If you dare to make another move, don’t blame me for being merciless,” Yang Fan said coldly, eyes fixed on Elder He.

Elder He, revered and respected as a martial artist, could not believe he had been so easily cowed by Yang Fan.

He told himself he had simply been careless.

“Boy, let me show you the true power of a martial artist!” Elder He roared, his aura surging forth menacingly.

He attacked Yang Fan again, his palms filled with tremendous force.

Yang Fan, utterly bored, simply struck out with a slap.

The blow was so fast Elder He couldn’t even see it; all he felt was a rush of wind.

Before he could defend himself, a heavy palm slammed into his chest, sending him flying.

As he hit the ground, he spat out another mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.

That one strike had inflicted grave internal injuries—he would not recover for a long time.

This time, he was completely cowed, not daring to move again.

“If anyone else tries to stop me, don’t blame me for killing,” Yang Fan swept his icy gaze across the crowd, his voice filled with murderous intent.

With that, he turned and walked away.

Wang Gang followed behind him.

The members of the Yang and Zhang families stared in stupefied silence as Yang Fan left—no one dared to stop him.

Even Elder He, a martial artist, had been so easily and severely beaten—who else would dare step forward?

Tang Gui, in his heart, secretly rejoiced that he hadn’t made a move; otherwise, he would have ended up just like Elder He.

The Yang family now felt the greatest regret—for they had lost a powerful martial artist.

If Yang Fan remained in the Yang family, they would surely have become the foremost family in Jiang City.

But now, all was lost.

As for the Zhang family, they had even less courage to cross a powerful martial artist.

After all, Elder He, their only pillar of support, had been defeated—what else could they use to deal with Yang Fan?

When the Yang family returned home, they received yet another thunderous shock.

“Father, why is the Green Gang asking for Yang Fan?” Yang Tianhong’s face was filled with disbelief.

What had his son done to provoke the Green Gang?

Yang Zhenhong’s face was grim as he said in a low voice, “The head of a Green Gang faction in Jiang City was killed—the culprit is your illegitimate son.”

Hearing that Yang Fan had killed someone from the Green Gang, the Yang family’s senior members were alarmed.

“Father, what should we do now?” Yang Tianhong asked anxiously.

“The Green Gang has demanded we hand him over ourselves, or they’ll target our family’s businesses,” Yang Zhenhong said darkly.

“Father, must we really do this?” Yang Tianhong was troubled.

Yang Fan was still his son, and he couldn’t bear the thought of handing him over.

“Your rebellious son has caused such a disaster—he must answer for it himself,” Yang Zhenhong barked.

For the sake of the family, he had no choice but to turn Yang Fan in.

The Green Gang was a colossus compared to them; they had no power to resist.

“Third Brother, Yang Fan no longer claims to be one of us. You don’t need to worry about him,” Yang Tianrong said.

Yang Tianhong gave a bitter laugh and shook his head. What could he do? He couldn’t go against the old man’s decision.

As for Yang Fan, he could no longer protect him.

With Wang Gang by his side, Yang Fan returned to Yuancheng.

Back in Yuancheng, he used disguise techniques to alter his appearance, then sought out Huang Ma to help him obtain an identity card.

Huang Ma, witnessing Yang Fan’s extraordinary skill, was secretly in awe.

Getting an ID card was nothing difficult for Huang Ma; it was done in two days.

The name on the card was Yang Jian.

His new face was completely different, except for one thing—they were both handsome.

The age on the card was twenty-two, a young man in the prime of life.

Yang Fan had obtained this new identity card so he could return to Jiang City and infiltrate the aristocratic high school.