Right now, Jason Lin was knocked to the ground, barely hanging on, and Tony Zhang was already unable to protect himself. Watching Sophie Su get dragged away in front of everyone, the teachers and students of Harbor City High finally couldn’t take it anymore—they all started shouting, ready to go all out against these thugs.
This wasn’t any kind of martial arts exchange anymore—this was straight-up assault.
But Frank Fan, totally fearless, just ordered the Fan Family’s goons to swarm in and start beating the unarmed teachers and students.
“Frank Fan, you bastard! If you dare touch me, my grandpa will beat you to death!” Sophie Su screamed, struggling with all her might.
But Frank Fan was already losing his mind, sneering, “You mean that Samuel Su who built his fortune selling medicine? As if our Fan Family would be scared of him! He’s stuck in a hospital bed—hell, even if he was fine, I’d still beat him half to death. The Su Family? Ha! Dog shit!”
With the Qiu Brothers Trio from Iron Fist Sect backing him up and so many Fan Family enforcers blocking every exit, Frank Fan basically saw himself as the emperor—he could do whatever he wanted today!
At that moment, Ryan Ling’s diehard buddy Kevin Lee, who’d been hiding at the back, slipped into a nearby stairwell and quickly called Ryan, desperate to tell him what was happening.
An hour earlier, Jason Lin had already called Ryan, saying he missed his best bro after so long and tonight they had to drink hard and catch up—plus, he’d drag Tony Zhang along.
Ryan didn’t hesitate to say yes—he was in a great mood today, and after the last soccer match, Tony Zhang had been itching to celebrate. But Su Family drama kept getting in the way, then the zombie incident hit, and Ryan hadn’t had time until now.
Now everything was coming together—his bros were all here, good things piling up, and tonight was finally gonna be a wild one.
But as soon as Ryan got Kevin’s call, his face went dead white. Thanks to a fast-driving chauffeur, he was already at Harbor City High’s gate—he could see the crowd blocking the entrance and hear Sophie Su shouting from afar.
Ryan couldn’t hold back anymore. He kicked open the car door and charged forward. Right beside him, red-fur zombie Frank Qin’s face flushed with rage—Ryan’s business was now his top priority, and his killer zombie aura exploded on the spot.
“Who are you? This place is locked down—nobody’s getting in!” A Fan Family thug blocked Ryan at the gate.
“Get lost, asshole!” Ryan wasn’t just some regular guy anymore—he’d slapped on another Iron Body Talisman, and nobody could stop him. In a flash, he sent two thugs flying, then darted inside like a freaking leopard.
“It’s Ryan!”
“Ryan actually showed up!”
“How does he even dare come at a time like this? Isn’t he afraid of getting killed?”
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Seeing this unexpected ‘guest’ storm in, the teachers and students all cried out. Ryan was basically a campus celebrity now—everyone knew who he was.
But in this dangerous moment, even his die-hard friends—including Kevin Lee—honestly wished he hadn’t come.
The Fan Family's power was overwhelming. Now that Frank Fan had brought in so many experts, even a street veteran like Jason Lin couldn’t withstand ten moves. If he charged in recklessly, the outcome was obvious.
As soon as the crowd saw the 'main target' show up, they immediately let go of everyone else. Whether it was Jason Lin or Sophie Su, the whole point of attacking them was just to smoke Ryan Ling out.
"Bro, get out of here!" Jason Lin shouted, seeing all the thugs' eyes locked on Ryan Ling. He knew better than anyone how dangerous these guys were—if Ryan charged in on impulse, it would be suicide.
Frank Fan sneered, "Heh, idiot. You really think he can walk away today?" He wasn’t even interested in playing with Sophie Su anymore. With a flick of his eyes, the Qiu Brothers Trio closed in.
"My Lord!" Frank Qin gritted his teeth, calling out.
"You don’t need to go—I’ll handle this!" Ryan Ling’s eyes blazed with fury. They’d hurt his big bro, his sworn brother, and now his woman. If he didn’t step up, he’d be no man at all.
"Got it!" Frank Qin nodded. After spending so much time with Ryan, he understood him well. He knew exactly what Ryan was thinking, so he immediately backed off, but still stood guard like a loyal bodyguard, just in case.
"You little punk! Still acting like a big shot in front of me at a time like this? You think this is still the soccer field? The grudge from that match—I'm taking it back tenfold! Pin him down and cut his Achilles tendons!" Frank Fan finally lost it, barking orders at the top of his lungs.
"Heh, let me handle this!" Drake Qiu snickered and strode forward. As the weakest of the Qiu Brothers Trio, this 'killing a chicken with a butcher’s knife' job was his. His two older brothers didn’t even bother to look at Ryan.
"Kid, say goodbye to your legs!" Drake Qiu said, reaching out with his right hand, not even taking Ryan seriously.
At that moment, almost nobody dared to watch. The campus soccer hero was about to become history, and as they watched the violence unfold, who could step in to stop it?
But right then, Ryan Ling suddenly snapped out a kick—bam! Drake Qiu let out a miserable scream as he was blasted several meters backward, crashing into a row of bikes and toppling them in a domino effect.
"What the hell? Ryan’s great at soccer, but does he know martial arts too?"
"Damn, that was a hell of a kick! Just keep kicking—kick these bastards to death!"
"Awesome! I knew Ryan wasn’t just some reckless guy—he’s always got something up his sleeve. This dude always finds a way to surprise you!"
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Seeing this, Harbor City High’s teachers and students all gasped in shock. The scene reminded them of that electrifying soccer match—it felt like Ryan Ling could always pull off a miracle.
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Nearby, the injured Jason Lin and Tony Zhang huddled together, both staring at Ryan Ling in disbelief.
Jason Lin knew perfectly well—the Qiu Brothers were inner-strength experts. In Harbor City, only a handful could cultivate true inner strength, and those guys’ attack and defense were off the charts.
But what left him totally baffled was that Ryan Ling showed zero signs of inner-strength, yet he could send Drake Qiu flying. It just made no sense.
Dirk and Darren Qiu, who’d been standing still, were just as stunned. They were thinking exactly what Jason Lin was thinking—Ryan Ling didn’t show a hint of inner-strength, so where did that 'divine power' come from?
Drake Qiu, having just been sent flying, scrambled up off the ground. The shame of being knocked down by a high schooler—one without any inner-strength—made him feel utterly humiliated.
He didn’t care about anything else now. With a furious roar, he swung his iron fist straight at Ryan Ling. Earlier, he’d only used about twenty or thirty percent of his strength, not taking Ryan seriously. Now he was going all out—this punch was brutal, at least ninety percent power, his inner-strength aura raging.
Dirk and Darren Qiu nodded from the side. Their little brother was called 'Drake' for a reason—he was wild, and when he lost it, he could smash a bull with one punch.
They had no idea what move Ryan Ling had used to kick him flying just now, but once Drake went berserk, there was no way a guy without inner-strength could stand up to him.
On the other side, Jason Lin’s heart was pounding. He knew a thing or two about inner-strength—such raw power could smash through boulders. Ryan was bold, but this time he was sure to get wrecked.
Right now, every eye was on Ryan Ling. Everyone was sweating bullets for him.
But Ryan didn’t dodge—instead, he charged forward, and their iron fists collided head-on. Everyone thought Ryan was doomed, but suddenly Drake Qiu screamed. His fist was pulverized, and his right arm twisted a full three hundred and sixty degrees.
The crowd was nearly stunned speechless. What kind of freakish power was this?