William Nangong was the commander of the Martial Soul Army. Apart from the newly promoted Raymond Lei, no one present could outrank him.
Now, seeing him target Ian Song, most people felt displeased but held back because of his status.
As for Ian Song, he didn’t take William Nangong’s provocation to heart at all, simply lifting his wine and drinking on his own.
Seeing Ian Song stay silent, William Nangong pressed even harder, demanding, "You coward, are you afraid to accept my challenge?"
"William Nangong, don’t go too far! This isn’t the place for your drunken antics."
Snow Yue slammed the table and pointed at William Nangong, cursing him.
Facing Snow Yue, William Nangong just sneered coldly, his eyes flashing with venom. "You filthy slut, what right do you have to curse me? I’m your fiancé, and yet you openly get cozy with another man right in front of me. You’re nothing but a shameless whore!"
"What did you say? If you’ve got the guts, say it again!" Snow Yue’s face turned icy cold, her eyes filled with deep disgust as she glared at William Nangong.
Seeing Snow Yue angry, William Nangong felt a twisted satisfaction and smacked his lips. "Tsk tsk, so you’re allowed to do it but I’m not allowed to say it? Shameless bitch!"
Watching William Nangong’s disgraceful behavior, everyone couldn’t help but shake their heads in secret.
Snow Yue stepped forward, her expression even colder as she snapped, "William Nangong, listen up! I never agreed to any engagement—whoever promised you, go ask them! And you must apologize for what you just said, or don’t blame me for drawing my sword against you!"
With a crisp ring, a longsword radiating icy cold energy flashed out, pointing straight at William Nangong’s chest.
Stimulated by the sword’s icy aura, William Nangong’s mind seemed to clear a bit. He felt a hint of regret for his earlier words, but seeing Snow Yue actually draw her sword, that regret vanished instantly. True qi surged within him, and the strong scent of alcohol spread around.
Forcing out eighty percent of the alcohol in his body, William Nangong grew even more sober. A mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Snow Yue and said slowly, "Snow Yue, hear me clearly: I am determined to marry you. Once you enter the Nangong family, I’ll teach you what it means to be a proper wife!"
"You’re asking for death!"
Snow Yue’s gaze turned icy cold. Her wrist flicked, and the longsword in her hand was about to stab at William Nangong—when suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed her arm.
"Leon Huang, don’t stop me! I’m going to kill this bastard!" Snow Yue said firmly.
"Calm down, Snow. He’s just a mad dog—no need to bother with him!" Ian Song said lazily.
Hearing this, William Nangong’s eyes flashed with killing intent as he stared at Ian Song. "Leon Huang, if you’ve got guts, stop running your mouth and come fight me for real!"
"Leon Huang, you see what kind of person he is—completely unreasonable! Let me go, I need to teach him a lesson so he learns what respect means!" Snow Yue said hatefully.
Ian Song shook his head. "There aren’t four absolute men here—no need for you to step in, Snow. If you don’t like this mad dog, I’ll handle him for you!"
Hearing this, Snow Yue felt a warmth in her heart, and the people around quietly cheered for Ian’s words.
As for William Nangong, hearing Leon Huang call him a mad dog again and again nearly drove him crazy. "Leon Huang, do you dare fight me?"
"Don’t be impulsive," Snow Yue quickly whispered, afraid Ian would accept.
Seeing this, William Nangong was both furious and jealous, his tone turning vicious. "What, you only know how to hide behind a woman? Coward!"
Ian Song looked at him calmly and said, "Fine, since you’re so eager to deliver yourself for a beating, I’ll oblige you!"
"Leon Huang, don’t be impulsive!" Raymond Lei suddenly spoke up, then turned to William Nangong and said, "Young Master Nangong, you should be sober by now!"
Ignoring Raymond Lei’s advice, William Nangong gritted his teeth. "Commander Lei, please stay out of this. This is a personal feud—he stole my wife! If I, William Nangong, can swallow this insult, how will the world see me?"
"William Nangong, watch your mouth. I, Snow Yue, am not your wife!" Snow Yue reminded him coldly.
"Snow, don’t listen to his barking. It’s not worth ruining your health over," Ian Song added.
"Hmph!"
William Nangong let out a cold snort.
Soon, everyone moved to a small drill field inside the Commander’s Headquarters.
The banquet guests all stood around the edges of the drill field, discussing animatedly.
"Who do you think will win this fight?"
"I hope Young Master Huang wins, but William Nangong is late Grandmaster, and Young Master Huang is only late Master. He almost has no chance!"
"Don’t forget, Young Master Huang has formations!"
"Formations take time to set up. William Nangong won’t be stupid enough to give Young Master Huang a chance!"
"True, this time Young Master Huang is in real danger!"
Many people showed worried expressions.
On the other side, Fiona Li, Marcus Meng, Jason Song, Hannah Han, and two others stood together.
"Old Song, do you think our commander can win?" Fiona Li asked worriedly.
"That Nangong brat is nothing. If he wants to beat our commander, he’ll need to train for a few more decades!" Jason Song said disdainfully.
"Not necessarily!" Hannah Han shook her head. "The commander is strong, but William Nangong isn’t weak. He’s fused with a King-Rank Martial Soul—his combat power is nearly Martial Saint level. It won’t be easy for our commander to win!"
"Still, I’m betting on the commander!" Jason Song insisted. He hadn’t known Ian Song long, but always felt there was something mysterious about this young late Master.
"Madam, who do you favor?"
On the other side, Raymond Lei asked his wife, Madam Lei. He had wanted to stop the fight, but William Nangong relied on his powerful backing and refused to give Raymond face, while Ian Song didn’t decline either. So he could only let them duel.
Madam Lei glanced at Snow Yue, who looked deeply worried, and shook her head. "Hard to say. Let’s watch and see."
In the center of the drill field, Ian Song and William Nangong stood ten meters apart, facing each other.
"Leon Huang, without your formations, you’re just trash! If you slap yourself ten times and kneel to kowtow to me ten times, I’ll spare you—how about it?" William Nangong said smugly.
Ian Song simply shook his head. "Even without formations, dealing with someone like you is no trouble at all."
William Nangong’s eyes turned cold, and he sneered, "Still so stubborn? Fine, I’ll show you what a real gap looks like!"
As soon as he finished speaking, William Nangong stepped forward.
It looked like a simple step, but in an instant he was just a meter from Ian Song, swinging his fist in a powerful gust straight at him.