"Oh? Killing from a distance? Is it a psychic ability or some hidden skill?"
The warrior watched Zhang Chen with great interest, his gaze calm and devoid of fear. It seemed to him that the old man beside him was of no consequence. Even if the old man had attacked him just now, the outcome would likely have been the same. Therefore, he wasn't particularly shocked by the strength Zhang Chen displayed.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter. You chose the wrong enemy anyway."
"You gave a brilliant speech just now, and your aspirations are truly lofty, much like mine when I was young."
"It's a pity you were born in the wrong era. If you hadn't met me, you could have at least taken a step closer to your dream."
"But you precisely met me, so your dream can only end where it began!"
"You are about to die at the hands of Kalan, one of the Empire's Eight Supremes. I do not kill nameless individuals. State your name."
"This way, your name can also be immortalized when my epitaph is carved."
As the warrior spoke, he waved his right hand, and his golden cloak flew up, settling gently to the side, revealing the silk combat attire beneath. He then drew a golden saber, its hilt encrusted with brilliant gems. From his attire to his weapon, everything exuded an aura of wealth.
"Too much nonsense!"
Zhang Chen flashed forward, his fist already slamming towards the warrior.
"What the hell?!"
The warrior was greatly alarmed and quickly raised the saber horizontally to block.
*Bang!*
The immense impact sent him flying backward dozens of meters, crashing through the house behind him and landing in the room beyond. A woman's scream followed from within.
Zhang Chen was not in a hurry. He slowly walked into the room where the old man had been. Along the walls were rows of slaves.
"You are free!"
Zhang Chen casually slashed his left index finger through the air at the wall. The metal chains, as thick as his finger, snapped instantly. He walked out through the wall that the warrior had broken. Beyond was a garden, with the plants uprooted by the warrior as he retreated. The room further inside was the master's bedroom, from which several human women, screaming, fled.
The warrior stood shakily on the ground, disheveled, covered in leaves and dust. His hands, gripping the saber, trembled slightly.
"This... how is it possible?"
The warrior was profoundly shaken. He had initially believed his strength to be superior to the opponent's, or at least on par. To be sent flying after just one exchange?
"Alas, I am still too weak. I didn't finish you off in one go!"
Zhang Chen blew on his fist, shaking his head with a sigh.
"But it's alright, if it doesn't work once, we'll try again!"
"No... I can give you money..."
*Bang!*
Another dull thud. This time, the golden saber shattered instantly, fragments scattering everywhere. Zhang Chen's fist landed squarely on the warrior's chest!
*Puff!*
The latter, like a jet plane, flew backward while spitting blood. During his flight, his entire body slowly dissolved into mist.
"Hiss..."
Zhang Chen couldn't help but furrow his brow. He stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at his fist for a long time.
The freed female slaves behind him were initially terrified and dared not move. But when they heard that the old man and his son were dead, and now even this powerful individual had been dealt with, they began to stir slightly. They huddled together, weeping uncontrollably. Finally being free was something they had never dared to dream of.
One elf girl, gathering her courage, cautiously approached Zhang Chen and asked timidly, "Um... are you injured? I found some bandages, I can wrap your wound..."
"Hm? Injured? No!"
Zhang Chen turned his head as if waking from a dream, then smiled and replied.
"Then... I saw you standing here for a long time. After all, your opponent was one of the Empire's Eight Supremes, a formidable figure. Even if you sustained some injuries, there's no need to act tough. Being able to kill such a fellow means you are already a world-class expert."
"So if you are injured, please tell me. I know a little about medicine, and we absolutely cannot let a good person like you die!" the elf said earnestly.
"I am indeed not injured. I was standing here simply contemplating why such a fellow only took two punches to kill. Was I being too careless? Or am I too weak?" Zhang Chen asked, frowning seriously.