So What If I’m the Enemy of the Entire Jiangnorth Region

"Heh." Ryan Ling smiled faintly. He'd already wiped out the entire Water-Breaker Sect in Japan—what did he have to fear from Jiangnorth martial artists?

"What's with that attitude? Are you mocking me?" Andrew Wang was a man who valued his pride—especially on his own cruise ship. It was obvious his son had gone to provoke Ryan and ended up humiliated. Right or wrong, the Wang Family's reputation could not be tarnished.

"Idiot!" Ryan Ling snorted coldly, firing right back without hesitation.

That single "Idiot" wasn't loud, but it pierced straight into every guest's ear.

The people present now weren't the usual spoiled heirs. With Andrew Wang's arrival, the crowd was packed with Jiangnorth elites—almost all power brokers.

If the Wang Family couldn't handle this, forget future deals—even the hard-won ones they'd already closed would go up in smoke.

In this world, no matter the level or the place, strength always decides everything.

"You must have a death wish!" Andrew Wang's face turned dark. A burly man immediately rushed forward—his fists were massive, his grandmaster aura overflowing, clearly a top-tier fighter.

"Peak yellow realm—Jiangnorth's number one Iron-Sand Palm master, Justin Tu. This kid's probably about to pay for calling him an idiot—with his life!"

"Yeah—just some newly-crowned Jiangnan tournament champ acting all arrogant, daring to mouth off to the Wang Family. He deserves to die!"

"You want to act tough? Pick the right place. Around here—in Jiangnorth—you don't have the qualifications!"

...

Right now, as Justin Tu made his move, the surrounding Jiangnorth tycoons didn't say it out loud, but in their hearts, every one of them wanted Ryan Ling dead. Killing people wasn't usually a thrill for these untouchables, but taking out a Jiangnan tournament champ? That was a rush.

Justin Tu's Iron-Sand Palm was already coming down in a frenzy. Kevin Wang gritted his teeth—Justin Tu was way stronger than Wu Biao, and Ryan had already fought once. Now, looking at Ryan's tired face, Kevin was sure the guy couldn't hold out!

Just as Kevin Wang was feeling confident, Justin Tu's Iron-Sand Palm was about to land on Ryan—when suddenly, Ryan shot out his hand and grabbed Justin's palm in a flash.

In an instant, Justin Tu felt like his hand was caught in a steel vise. His face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was completely frozen in place.

"Catching the Iron-Sand Palm with his bare hand? Is this kid nuts?"

"Brother Tu, smash him!"

"Tu Hai, what are you waiting for? Twist his arm off!"

...

Since when has Jiangnorth ever lost face like this?

All the martial artists clenched their fists, but nobody left. They were clearly waiting for someone.

Just then, a burly man slowly walked down the stairs from the cabin, his voice cold: "Who's got such a big mouth? Planning to challenge all of Jiangnorth by yourself?"

It was none other than the top fighter on the whole cruise—Jiangnorth's waterway overlord, Hank Huang, a green-realm grandmaster.

The moment he showed up, that ghostly green grandmaster aura swept out, making it clear he was on another level.

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The moment Hank Huang appeared, all those Jiangnorth bigshots who'd been scared silent started yelling again.

"Master Huang, you got here just in time! It's him—the so-called Jiangnan Martial Arts champ! He totally looks down on Jiangnorth, stomping on us like we're dog crap!"

"Master Huang, you gotta teach him a lesson! He's way too cocky, and his moves are nasty—he's crippled both Wu Biao and Justin Tu, and he's even threatening us!"

"That's right! Now that you're here, Master Huang, we've got our backbone! Since when has Jiangnorth ever been bullied by Jiangnan? No matter what, we've gotta crush this little bastard and put those Jiangnan losers in their place!"

...

In no time, at least seven or eight rich guys—including Andrew Wang—were scrambling to snitch.

"Kid, Jiangnan finally spat out a grandmaster worth something, and I was thinking I'd let you live. But you don't know when to quit, so I guess I've gotta send you packing!" Hank Huang bit out, his eyes cold with killing intent.

Ryan didn't react at all—like he was staring at a walking corpse.

"Damn it!" Hank Huang's brows knitted, about to strike—when suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Uncle Huang, don't do it!"

The voice belonged to none other than Anqi Chen.

Seeing Anqi Chen step in, Andrew Wang practically howled: "Anqi, you're out of control today! You're Jiangnorth too, but now you're helping an outsider? Do you have any idea how nasty this punk is? He has to die! He has to!"

"Uncle Wang, I'm not helping him—I'm trying to help you! Uncle Huang isn't a match for Master Ling, trust me! Please, just leave now. If Master Ling gets mad, you can't even imagine the consequences!" Anqi said, shooting a nervous look at Ryan. She was the only one here who really knew how strong he was.

"Bullshit! Master Huang's a green-realm grandmaster, and this punk dares call himself a master? Just for that, he deserves to die. Master Huang, don't listen to Anqi Chen—she's totally brainwashed by that bastard! Kill him, now!" shouted Shaokang Wang.

"Uncle Huang, I'm serious! Please, you have to believe me!" Anqi Chen pleaded, rushing forward to grab Hank Huang.

"Get out of the way!" Hank Huang didn't believe her for a second. Instead, he got even angrier—his right fist wrapped in green-realm qi, swinging straight for Ryan...