Chapter 3: The First Show of Sharpness

Ye Xing Chen had been practicing in the cave for several days, his martial arts cultivation had improved significantly, just like a long dusty sword, gradually revealing its sharpness in the sharpening, the introverted aura gave a vague feeling that a powerful force was about to spurt out. He knew that it was not enough to have a strong power, he also needed to continuously hone himself in actual combat to make his martial arts skills more exquisite, like an arm, in order to gain a foothold in this complex and dangerous city and realize his goal. As he strolled through the streets, he pondered in his mind how to find a suitable opportunity to test his strength without revealing too much.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly, and the streets of the city were bustling with people coming and going. The streets and alleys were filled with various stalls, and the shouts of vendors rose and fell, forming a unique city symphony. Ye Xing Chen strolled through the streets, feeling the hustle and bustle and vitality of the city, but in his heart, he was thinking about how to better utilize his martial arts and improve his practical combat ability, his eyes revealed a hint of concentration and determination, as if he was searching for something.

Suddenly, a noise and a girl's cry came from not far away, the sound was like a sharp alarm, breaking the harmony of the street and attracting Ye Xing Chen's attention. He followed the direction of the sound and walked quickly, only to see a few run-of-the-mill, cross-faced punks surrounding a little girl selling flowers. The flowers in the little girl's hands were scattered all over the place, and the delicate flowers were trampled on the ground, just like the little girl's broken heart. Her face was filled with panic and tears, like a frightened deer, endearing, and her body was trembling slightly, as if she was a helpless grass in the cold wind. Seeing this scene, the anger in Ye Xing Chen's heart "miso" rose up, he thought about how these people could bully a weak child like this, he must not sit back and do nothing.

"Little girl, be sensible, pay out today's protection fee, or else you won't be able to set up your stall here!" A small punk with a face full of flesh and eyes as big as copper bells said viciously, and from time to time he kicked over the little girl's flower basket, which tumbled on the ground, making a crisp ringing sound, as if it was the cry of despair in the little girl's heart. Every kick was like stepping on Ye Xing Chen's heart, causing his anger to rub off on him.

A rage surged in Ye Xing Chen's heart, instantly engulfing him like a burning flame that almost burned out his sanity. He quickened his pace and walked to the group of punks like a whirlwind. "You few big men, bullying a little girl, what kind of skill is that!" Ye Xing Chen's voice was low and powerful, like muffled thunder rolling through the clouds, his eyes revealed a majesty like a king descending, causing the punks to shiver, the powerful aura seemed to make the air around them freeze. He only had one thought in his mind at the moment, which was to teach these villains a good lesson.

The punks were startled by Ye Xing Chen's sudden appearance, but when they saw that he was alone, they immediately became arrogant again, as if they had found an object to vent their fear. "Kid, who are you? Mind your own business, or I'll even beat you up together!" The small punk with a face full of horizontal meat waved the club in his hand, which arced through the air with a whistling wind sound, provocatively looking at Ye Xing Chen, his eyes full of disdain and arrogance.

Ye Xing Chen sneered, that smile was full of disdain and contempt, as if he was looking at a bunch of jumping clowns. Without any more nonsense, he only saw his figure flashing, as swift as a ghost rushing towards the group of punks. He displayed the martial arts moves he had learned from the mysterious inheritance, his fists and kicks whistled by, each move was precise and powerful, as swift as a cheetah pouncing on food. Before the punks could react, they were beaten by Ye Xingchen and fell to the ground moaning, lying sideways like felled trees, their faces full of shock and pain. As he attacked, he thought in his heart, this is what happens when you bully the weak.

The small punk with a face full of flesh looked at Ye Xing Chen in horror, his eyes full of disbelief, as if he had seen a demon from hell. "What the hell are you ... you?" He asked with a trembling voice that was filled with fear and uneasiness, and his body was involuntarily retreating backward, trying to stay away from this terrifying person.

Ye Xing Chen ignored him and turned towards the little girl. He squatted down and tenderly helped the little girl pick up the flowers on the ground, that action was as gentle as a spring breeze, and softly comforted, "Little sister, don't be afraid, they won't bully you anymore in the future." The little girl raised her head and looked at Ye Xing Chen, her eyes were full of gratitude and admiration, like looking at the hero who saved the world. "Thank you brother." She choked and said, with a trace of undiminished fear in her voice.

Ye Xing Chen's action attracted the attention of the surrounding passersby, who gathered around, casting admiring gazes and warm applause at Ye Xing Chen like a tidal wave. "This young man is good, what a hero!" "Yes, there aren't many people like him who see justice nowadays." People's praises rose and fell, like a beautiful music playing in the air, making Ye Xingchen feel a trace of warmth and recognition. A trace of relief flooded his heart, feeling that he had done the right thing.

However, in the crowd, there was a pair of eyes that stared at Ye Xing Chen, their eyes revealing a hint of surprise and vigilance, like a poisonous snake hidden in the grass, peering at its prey in the dark. This was a man in a black suit, he was a henchman of the local gangster Wang Batian. He witnessed the entire process of Ye Xing Chen easily defeating the punks, and realized in his heart that this seemingly ordinary young man might pose a threat to their forces, like a potential bomb that could detonate at any time and bring about their doom. He quietly took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and reported the situation here in a low voice, the voice was as subtle as a mosquito fly, but it was like the calm before the storm, foreshadowing the coming storm, a plot and challenge against Ye Xing Chen was quietly brewing.

Ye Xing Chen did not know that he had been targeted, and after comforting the little girl, he continued to stroll through the streets, thinking about his next plan. He knew that the road to his rise in this metropolis had only just begun, and more challenges awaited him in the future, like a treacherous mountain that he needed to climb and conquer. But he was undaunted, his heart filled with anticipation and determination for the future, he would rely on his own strength and wisdom, in this prosperous city to write his own legendary chapter.