From Ian Song snatching the dagger and severing both of Jason Luo's hands with another swift strike, then kicking him across the room—it all took less than three seconds. His movements were crisp and decisive, completed in a flash.
Looking at those two bloody hands on the floor, Hugo Huang couldn't help but shudder inside.
That was Jason Luo—one of Brother Leon's personal bodyguards. How could he be so easily beaten?
Leon Liang was equally shocked. Outsiders might not know Jason Luo's true strength, but he knew perfectly well: late-Postnatal stage. Even a hundred ordinary thugs couldn't get close to him. Otherwise, Leon wouldn't pay him ten million a year. Yet such a top-tier fighter was crippled in a single move.
Was Jason Luo too weak? No—it was this young man who was far too strong.
"Could he be at Postnatal Perfection?"
With this thought, his gaze fell on the other three personal bodyguards: "You three, go together!"
"Yes!"
The other three bodyguards' faces grew grim, their eyes heavy with dread. Jason Luo was just as strong as any of them, yet Ian Song severed both his hands in a single move. If it weren't absolutely necessary, none of them wanted to go up against someone so terrifying.
But they'd taken Leon Liang's money and enjoyed the women he'd provided. Now, they had to risk their lives for him—there was no choice. If they wanted to survive, they had to kill this young man.
"No!"
Hannah Han cried out in alarm as the tips of three daggers pressed against Ian Song's clothes.
"Die!"
Seeing Ian Song remain motionless, the three bodyguards were overjoyed, thinking to themselves that maybe this kid was all bluff.
Even so, they didn't hold back—instead, they poured even more inner strength into their daggers, driving them toward Ian Song with greater speed.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The daggers stabbed into Ian Song's body, but almost instantly, the three bodyguards realized something was wrong—his form dissolved into thin air.
It was only a phantom!
All three cursed inwardly—this was bad.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the next instant, all three felt a tremendous force slam into their backs. The power rampaged through their bodies, instantly destroying their internal organs.
A moment later, their bodies collapsed to the ground like piles of mud, fresh blood pouring from their mouths.
Defeated in a single move!
Hugo Huang felt he could barely breathe, staring at Ian Song in terror. Leon Liang’s four famed bodyguards had all fallen—who could possibly stand against him now?
Ian turned to Leon Liang and said coldly, "Once for trying to cut off my hands and tongue, once for trying to kill me. Three hundred million for the first, five hundred million for the second, plus my earlier winnings. Transfer it all to my card and we’ll call it even. What do you say, Leon?"
"You really think you’ve got this in the bag?" Leon Liang sneered, as a powerful aura erupted from his body.
"An Innate Master! Leon Liang, you’re an Innate Master?"
Harvey Hai shouted in disbelief, his face utterly stunned. Even the mighty Hai Family had only two Innate Masters, yet this underworld boss had reached the Innate realm as well.
Leon Liang’s eyes glowed red with a hint of madness as he swept his gaze around the room, finally settling on Ian Song. "Kid, you’re good—good enough to force me to reveal my real strength. So, I sentence you to death by a thousand cuts!"
As he spoke, a strange short blade appeared in Leon’s hand, shaped somewhere between a knife and a flying sword. "As for the rest of you... heh, you won’t escape death either!"
"You’ve got some nerve, Leon Liang. Do you really dare to kill me?" Harvey Hai couldn’t believe Leon was willing to slaughter him too.
"So what if I kill you? But before that, I’ll carve up this brat!" Leon glared at Ian Song with hatred. If not for Ian, he’d never have exposed his true strength or needed to kill everyone in the VIP room.
Suddenly, Leon grinned wickedly. "Kid, kneel down and kowtow a hundred times. Maybe I’ll change my mind and let you die quickly!"
Ian Song smirked, his tone mocking. "Do you really think you’re qualified to make me kneel and beg for mercy?"
Leon Liang said arrogantly, "Kid, I admit you’re tough—probably at the peak of Postnatal Perfection. But so what? I’m an Innate Master. No matter how strong you are, I can crush you!"
Ian Song chuckled, "Who told you I’m at Postnatal Perfection? You’re way too full of yourself."
Leon Liang was stunned. "Don’t tell me you’re late-Postnatal? If you can beat my four bodyguards at that level, you’re a martial prodigy. Too bad, you’ll still die by my hand!"
Ian Song rolled his eyes. "You really don’t think things through, do you? Did I ever say I’m late-Postnatal?"
"Don’t tell me you’re an Innate Master?" Leon Liang mocked.
Ian Song raised his brows in surprise. "Hey, you’re not that stupid after all! Yes, I am an Innate Master." His gaze made Leon want to tear him limb from limb.
But then his expression changed dramatically. He stared at Ian Song, "Impossible! You’re so young—how could you be an Innate Master? There’s no one else your age at that level in the world!"
"How ignorant! Just because you don’t know, doesn’t mean it’s impossible." As Ian finished speaking, a powerful aura burst from his body.
"Innate First Layer! You really are an Innate Master!" Leon Liang exclaimed in horror. Inner strength and true essence, when dormant, reveal nothing—but once activated, the aura of one's realm is unmistakable.
"Who told you I’m only Innate First Layer?" Ian Song’s mocking tone deepened as his aura soared again—he’d reached Innate Second Layer.
"Innate Second Layer!" Leon Liang’s eyes narrowed sharply and he instinctively took a step back.
Leon was indeed an Innate Master, but only at First Layer—and he’d reached it not through proper cultivation, but by swallowing countless pills to barely break through. His strength was the weakest among Innate First Layer, which was why he kept such a low profile, even pretending to be a normal non-practitioner.
Now, faced with a young man at Innate Second Layer, Leon’s confidence shattered. He no longer had the courage to challenge Ian Song.
"How annoying! I wanted to keep my strength hidden, but you forced me to reveal it. So tell me, Leon, how should I deal with you now?" Ian Song’s eyes saw through everything—Leon was already scared. Ian withdrew his aura, his tone playful.