Mu Jianchun looked at Ye Luo with a provocative face, his eyes flickering with an icy glint.

"You want to compete in martial arts with me?"

A smile curled at the corner of Ye Luo’s mouth as he looked at Mu Jianchun.

"Of course, don’t you dare? If you are a man, stand up and compete with me to see who is stronger. Only the strong are worthy of being with Yan Ran and capable of ensuring her safety."

Mu Jianchun spoke with arrogance, exuding complete confidence.

Although he had lost in the medical competition, he believed that he would definitely not lose in a martial arts duel. He knew his strength was among the top ranks of the younger generation in Capital City. And this guy looked so ordinary, with no sense of a martial artist’s aura, obviously just a common person.

"Mu Jianchun, I think it’s best if you stop challenging others."

Shi Yanran furrowed her brows slightly as she looked at Mu Jianchun and spoke.

"Yan Ran, just watch. I can defeat this guy with just one hand. I’ll show you who can truly stand by your side."

Mu Jianchun wore a look of pride as he looked at Shi Yanran, utterly forgetting the tragic state he was in after losing the medical skill competition.

"Even if you win, I won’t be with you."

Shi Yanran spoke indifferently, adding in her heart, you simply can’t win.

In the previous medical skill competition, Shi Yanran indeed worried that Ye Luo might lose. But as for martial arts, she was quite confident, clearly the performance Ye Luo had shown at the auction gave her full confidence in him.

Many in attendance had witnessed Ye Luo’s powerful strength displayed at the auction, so they speculated that this time, the young master of the Mu Family would probably lose again, and the Mu Family’s face would be completely tarnished.

"If you wish to lose completely, then I shall indulge you. After all, I’m someone who likes to do good deeds. However, since you challenged me to a medical competition before and I agreed, now that you want to challenge me again, shouldn’t there be a stake? Otherwise, it would seem like I, Ye Luo, am too easy to bully," Ye Luo said, his gaze fixed on Mu Jianchun, his mouth slightly curled.

"What stake do you want?"

Mu Jianchun demanded directly, his only thought now was to get Ye Luo to agree to the martial arts duel, so he could properly teach this bastard a lesson.

"One hundred million. If you lose, you give me one hundred million, and if I lose, I’ll give you one hundred million."

"What?"

Mu Jianchun’s face paled, his pupils constricted, looking at Ye Luo in astonishment.

"What’s the matter, not even the distinguished young master of the Mu Family can come up with one hundred million?"

Ye Luo looked at Mu Jianchun with a face full of disbelief and said, "Didn’t expect you to be so poor. Fine, I’ll give you a discount, fifty million."

Mu Jianchun’s expression changed again and again. It wasn’t just one hundred million—he didn’t even have fifty million.

Although he was the young master of the Mu Family, his father was very strict with him. His monthly allowance was only about a hundred thousand or so, not exceeding two million for the whole year, let alone fifty million.

But he was unwilling to give up this challenge; he had to regain his dignity. Otherwise, if word got out, Mu Jianchun’s face would be completely lost.

"Fine, I agree to it, fifty million!" Mu Jianchun answered in one breath.

"Do you even have fifty million?"

Ye Luo glanced at Mu Jianchun, expressing significant doubt.

"You..."

Mu Jianchun’s face flushed with anger, his fists clenched tight, his gaze turning towards Wang Tiancheng.

Seeing Mu Jianchun’s gaze turn his way, Wang Tiancheng’s expression shifted subtly, his eyes darting before he spoke, "I will cover the fifty million for Young Master Mu. However, I would like to know if you have fifty million?"

"This is a Huaxia Bank Black Card, which can be overdrawn by one billion; do you think I don’t have fifty million?"

Ye Luo showed off his status-displaying black card and laughed.

Whoosh!

Seeing Ye Luo produce the black card issued only to high-status individuals in the Huaxia upper society, the expressions of those present changed again, revealing a trace of astonishment, including Mu Jianchun and Wang Tiancheng, who both wore faces of surprise.

"Fine."

Wang Tiancheng thought it over and replied. Although he knew Ye Luo had some fighting skills, he was more aware that the young master of the Mu Family beside him was a true martial arts master; thus he was confident he wouldn’t need to fork over the fifty million.

"Kid, I’m going to make you kneel before me and beg for mercy right away."

A trace of cold smirk crossed Mu Jianchun’s lips, and with that, he clenched his fists, releasing a powerful aura. Everyone stepped back, opening a space for him.

Ha!

Mu Jianchun let out a low shout, and with one step forward, he lunged towards Ye Luo, throwing a straight punch gathered with his full strength.

He wanted to harshly teach this bastard a lesson and recapture all the dignity he had lost from the previous medical skills defeat.

But as beautiful as dreams can be, reality is harsh. Before Mu Jianchun could touch him, Ye Luo’s figure swayed and he appeared in front of Mu Jianchun, landing a kick without hesitation, immediately striking Mu Jianchun’s body.

Bang!

Mu Jianchun’s body trembled and then he went flying, coincidentally crashing into Wang Tiancheng, taking him down to the ground as well.

Ouch!

Ouch!

Two cries of misery sounded. Wang Tiancheng was pressed down onto the ground, his face turning red, pain written all over it. As for Mu Jianchun, he shuddered, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his complexion pale, and his pupils shockingly fixed on Ye Luo.

"Your martial arts are even worse than your medical skills!"

Ye Luo delivered an extremely arrogant line, which nearly made Mu Jianchun cough up blood on the spot.

With eyes wide open and filled with intense rage, his face twisted gradually.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

At that moment, several of Mu Jianchun’s underlings came running over, helping him up while also extricating Wang Tiancheng.

"Attack, kill this asshole!"

Mu Jianchun roared, his face twisted fiercely, his eyes flashing a chilling murderous intent at Ye Luo.

"Yes, Young Master!"

The four men in black nodded, looking at Ye Luo with deep, serious gazes. These were experts nurtured by the Mu Family: two at the Houtian Peak and two at the Late Houtian Level. The four Acquired Realm masters launched their attack on Ye Luo.

Whiz whiz whiz whiz!

With a wave of Ye Luo’s right hand, four silver needles pierced the chests of the four men, causing them to collapse on the spot, their eyes wide but completely immobilized.

Seeing this scene, Mu Jianchun’s face changed once more, revealing a look of shock.

"Isn’t the Mu Family supposed to be this so-called lineage of the Medical Path? Then let your Mu Family remove these silver needles from their bodies."

Ye Luo spoke indifferently, while Mu Jianchun’s expression changed erratically, like a chameleon.