"Who do you think you're going to kill!"
Derrick Ding's face darkened at Ruby Ding's words. "Today is our Ding family's Underground Boxing King Tournament! I won't allow you to make a scene here!"
The Ding family has spent a long time preparing for this Underground Boxing King Tournament.
Besides, the Ding family's goal this time is to win over more hearts. If word gets out that the Ding clan kills people over a few words, it'll definitely make others feel disgusted and uneasy inside.
"But..."
Ruby Ding saw Derrick Ding's glare and immediately bit back her words, not daring to speak further.
Derrick Ding stepped forward, glanced at Carter Cheng's swollen, stormy face, then at Shawn Shi standing nearby. After a moment of silence, he said, "Carter, today is our Ding family's Underground Boxing King Tournament. I don't know what grudge you have with them, but I hope you'll give Uncle Ding some face. Whatever it is, settle it after the tournament, alright?"
Carter Cheng glared at Shawn Shi, then glanced at Evan Lin sitting nearby. Grinding his teeth, he sneered coldly, "Fine, I'll give Uncle Ding some face. Anyway, my little uncle should be arriving soon. When he gets here, I'll have him twist off all your heads one by one!"
"A bunch of nobodies—let's see if you can still act tough in front of my little uncle, a fourth-grade Vajra!" Carter Cheng said loudly, full of venom.
Carter wasn't stupid—he couldn't fight right now, and no one nearby would help him. If he kept dragging things out, he'd only embarrass himself more. After dropping his threat, he left with Ruby Ding and Ryan Cao.
Derrick Ding sighed, glanced at Shawn Shi and Evan Lin with an indifferent look, and said nothing more—leaving them to their own fate.
"F-fourth-grade Vajra???"
Originally, with Evan Lin backing him up, Shawn Shi was full of confidence.
But the words 'fourth-grade Vajra' that Carter Cheng left behind as he went suddenly made Shawn Shi's legs go weak.
"He's a real man, daring to slap the Cheng family young master."
"Haha, and now he's going to go up against a fourth-grade Vajra! That's insane!"
The bystanders watched with schadenfreude, their eyes full of amusement.
Shawn Shi and Dong Zi sat down, their movements stiff and awkward.
After glancing at Evan Lin beside him, Shawn hesitated, then whispered, "Your Excellency, maybe we should slip away now?"
"Why run?"
Evan Lin leaned back in his chair, head tilted, looking completely calm and indifferent.
"That guy from the Cheng family is a fourth-grade Vajra!"
Just mentioning it made Shawn Shi visibly nervous.
He's only late-stage Outer Strength—how could he possibly beat a fourth-grade Vajra!
"Are fourth-grade Vajras really that strong?"
Evan Lin glanced at Shawn Shi's pale face, genuinely curious.
So far, Evan Lin had only killed pseudo-Vajras and fifth-grade Vajras. He hadn't actually encountered a fourth-grade Vajra yet.
"Not just strong—it's insanely strong!"
Shawn Shi took a deep breath. "I've never actually seen a fourth-grade Vajra, but in the martial world, everyone says that once you formally step into the Vajra Realm, going from fifth to fourth, third, second, and first grade—each level is exponentially harder to reach."
"A fourth-grade Vajra can at least fight three fifth-grade Vajras at once! The power gap between fourth and fifth grade is like heaven and earth—it's a whole different level!"
"Plus, fourth-grade Vajras can project their inner force outside their bodies—they can even shape it into weapons like blades and spears! The destructive power is unreal."
Just talking about it made Shawn Shi tremble uncontrollably.
"Shaping inner force into objects? Like Drake Huang's Soul-Locking Chains?"
Evan Lin murmured to himself. Back when Drake Huang was a fifth-grade Vajra, he'd shaped his inner force into those Soul-Locking Chains—but to Evan, their power was unimpressive, barely worth noticing.
"Drake Huang's Soul-Locking Chains?"
Shawn Shi was sitting close to Evan Lin and couldn't help being stunned by Evan's words.
He knew Drake Huang, of course—after all, Shawn had just run here from that side. He just couldn't figure out why Evan Lin suddenly brought up Drake Huang.
"Yeah—he shaped his inner force into a dozen chains called Soul-Locking Chains. But when he used them, the power was pretty weak. If I used the same technique, it'd be much stronger."
Evan Lin spoke calmly.
"You... you know Master Drake Huang?"
Shawn Shi asked cautiously, terrified of saying the wrong thing.
"We fought twice—once it was a draw, and once he died."
Evan Lin's icy words made Shawn's heart pound in terror.
He killed Drake Huang!
So the guy who killed Drake Huang was this man!
Shawn's mouth hung open, his throat dry, face full of shock, eyes wide—he felt a fire burning in his chest, heating his blood.
Who knows what kind of earth-shattering battle was hidden behind Evan Lin's calm words!
Drake Huang was Jiangcheng's number one for over a decade!
He was a man worshipped as a god by countless martial artists in Jiangcheng!
Before, when rumors said Drake Huang died in battle, Shawn hadn't believed it. But hearing Evan Lin say it so calmly, he believed it instantly.
The people nearby couldn't hear their conversation, but when they saw Shawn's expression change so drastically, they burst out laughing.
"Haha, look at that guy's face—he must be scared out of his mind!"
"Man, what a coward. He only managed to be a real man for a few seconds. I thought he was tough, but now he's scared silly!"
"Well, you can't blame him—after all, the Cheng family has a fourth-grade Vajra! No matter who you are, hearing that would scare you senseless."
The crowd laughed, waiting eagerly for the show to continue.
Shawn stared at Evan Lin's calm profile, at a loss for words.
"Drake Huang couldn't withstand my Three-Foot Sword. Now it's a Four-Foot Sword—it's grown by a foot. I wonder if a fourth-grade Vajra could take a blow from it."
Evan Lin glanced at his left hand, face as calm as ever.
Drake Huang couldn't withstand a single blow from the Three-Foot Sword?
Could it be that this man defeated Drake Huang in a single move?
Shawn's mind was blank, but one thing was certain—he had to stick close to Evan Lin, no matter what.
This guy looked young, but he was seriously fierce!
Maybe he could even take down that fourth-grade Vajra from the Cheng family too?
Shawn didn't mention running away anymore. For some reason, he felt a strange confidence in Evan Lin.
"Hey, it's you! What are you doing here? Where's Brother Xia?"
Just then, a surprised voice sounded from nearby.
Shawn and Dong Zi turned to see a boy decked out in designer brands, holding hands with a girl in a white dress. They squeezed through the crowd and sat right next to Evan Lin, tilting their heads curiously at him.
"Brother Xia didn't come with you? Did you skip class to watch the excitement too?"