He Once Lost Once, While I Have Never Met a Match

Wipe them all out.

Think that'll solve your problems?

Hearing Evan Lin's words, Sandra Guan—who'd been shouting and swaggering just moments ago—suddenly felt her knees buckle. Her face went pale as she stared at Evan, lips trembling uncontrollably.

She almost snapped back, ready to yell, "You wouldn't dare!"

But when the words reached her lips, she swallowed them and didn't dare say a thing.

Sandra Guan quietly shuffled a few steps back, putting more distance between herself and Evan.

She shot a desperate look at Old Master Wu, pleading, "Old Master, this is the guy who hurt Gavin, and now he's crippled Tyson Tu right in front of you! He's even threatening to kill my son! You have to do something!"

"There are security guards outside, right? Call them in! Tell them to bring guns!"

Sandra Guan was so shaken she could barely stand.

That punch was absolutely terrifying.

"This is a tricky situation," Old Master Wu said to Sandra Guan, shaking his head. "You came in aggressively, bringing Tyson Tu with you to settle things."

"Now the main party's here, but Tyson Tu couldn't resolve it—instead, he got handled by the man himself. It's a real headache."

Old Master Wu sighed. "Besides, even if I called people in right now, unless we had dozens of fully armed soldiers, I doubt we'd get what you want."

"Even if I personally stepped in, the end result would just be this old body of mine getting wrecked by that kid, while he walks away without a scratch."

"The boy standing before you is way beyond what you can imagine. Today, you should take Tyson Tu and leave—head back to the Guan family early. Maybe Butcher Tu still has a way to treat Tyson."

Old Master Wu's words left Sandra Guan completely disheartened.

She glanced at Evan Lin standing nearby, her eyes burning with anger and fear.

After speaking, Old Master Wu paused, looked over at Evan, and smiled slightly. "Does this work for you? Since we're in the Wu family compound, let's both take a step back and discuss the rest later."

"Sure," Evan Lin nodded, not objecting.

His earlier words were meant as a warning, not a real threat—otherwise, that punch would have killed Tyson Tu.

Seeing Evan Lin nod, Old Master Wu finally breathed a sigh of relief. He'd been worried Evan would refuse—if that happened, there'd be no way to wrap things up today.

"Zhihan, get someone to escort Sandra and Tyson Tu home," Old Master Wu ordered.

Martin Wu hurried outside and called in the patrol team. Five people showed up, and it took them half an hour to pry Tyson Tu out of the wall.

When the staff saw Tyson Tu's half-shattered face, their expressions turned grim, but their professionalism kept them quiet.

Wendy Guan helped Sandra Guan out. As they passed Evan Lin, Wendy shot him a complicated look.

Before long, the courtyard had quieted down.

"Yongrui, go have some tea in the front hall."

Martin Wu glanced at Hu Yongrui, who was still frozen in shock, and gave him a nudge.

Hu Yongrui snapped out of it, nodded repeatedly, gave Evan Lin a deep look, and headed to the front hall.

For a moment, only four people remained in the back courtyard.

Old Master Wu sat up from his chair, while Wu Tian walked over and stood behind him, his expression complicated as he looked at Evan Lin—almost like he was staring at a monster.

Wu Zhihan stood on Old Master Wu's other side, glanced at Evan Lin and chose his words carefully: "Have a seat. Want some tea?"

"No tea for me," Evan Lin replied, sitting down on a stone bench and shaking his head.

The three Wu elders scrutinized Evan Lin from head to toe.

After a moment, Old Master Wu let out a long breath and asked, "How should we address you?"

"Evan Lin," he replied.

He'd thought about saying Nine Mysteries Lin, but since these were Wu Shilan's family—and she only knew him as Evan Lin—he stuck with that.

"Evan Lin, do you have any connection to the Beijing Lin family?" Old Master Wu asked again.

"No connection," Evan Lin answered.

"Would you mind sharing your current cultivation realm?" Old Master Wu hesitated, since it was a bit of a private question.

The higher one's cultivation, the greater the gap between realms. Knowing an opponent's true realm gives you a huge advantage.

But Old Master Wu couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked anyway.

Wu Zhihan and Wu Tian both looked serious, clearly very curious about this question.

"I don't know."

Evan Lin shook his head.

By Immortal Martial Continent standards, Evan Lin was only at the early Foundation Establishment stage—but thanks to his Left-Hand Dragon, he was far stronger than most at that level.

But by Earth's standards, Evan Lin couldn't really say what his realm was.

The strongest opponents he'd met so far were Baiyun Zhenren, who'd reached the Yin-Yang realm, and Ding Daoming, head of the Southriver Sword Sect, who was said to be second-grade Vajra. But Evan had never faced a true first-grade Vajra expert.

Without a real equal to test himself against, Evan Lin naturally couldn't be sure of his own level.

Hearing Evan's answer, the three Wu elders looked a little disappointed, thinking he just didn't want to say—but they understood.

"So young, yet so strong—have you ever thought about joining the army and serving your country?" Old Master Wu asked.

"Not at the moment," Evan Lin shook his head.

"Alright then, why don't you tell us your real reason for coming today? No need to beat around the bush," Old Master Wu said. "But first, let me explain something."

"The man you just defeated is Tyson Tu. His master, Butcher Tu, was already a first-grade Vajra expert years ago, undefeated in Southriver except for one loss."

"Butcher Tu is fiercely protective. Tyson Tu may not be his top disciple, but he taught him personally from childhood and cares deeply for him."

"With that punch, you destroyed Tyson Tu's cultivation—basically wiped out Butcher Tu's life's work. If he decides to pursue this, he'll come after you for revenge."

At this, Old Master Wu paused, looking at Evan Lin with interest. "So, are you afraid?"

Afraid?

To be targeted by a first-grade Vajra master—anyone would be.

But after Old Master Wu asked, he waited a moment and then heard Evan Lin's indifferent reply.

"First-grade Vajra—so what?"

"He's tasted defeat before."

"And me? I've never lost."