In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 192 Congratulations, you guessed half right!

"if not?"

Yuan Yong smiled sneer. A martial artist would absolutely crush an ordinary person, let alone Yuan Yong, who was an eighth-rank martial artist. Capturing or killing Chen Dao would be a piece of cake!

"You're not trying to tell me you're a martial artist too, are you? Even if you are, what good is it? I'm an eighth-rank martial artist; suppressing a ninth-rank martial artist is a piece of cake!"

Yuan Yong took a step forward, his five fingers forming a claw as he grabbed at Chen Dao's throat.

Congratulations, you guessed half right!

At the critical moment of life and death, Chen Dao actually laughed: "I am indeed a martial artist, but not a ninth-rank one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Dao moved!

Chen Dao clenched his right fist and threw a punch that struck Yuan Yong's chest with lightning speed!

"how is this possible?"

The moment he was struck, Yuan Yong spat out blood and flew backward, his mind blank. He had always considered Chen Dao his weakest target, thinking of capturing Chen Dao alive or killing him to escape his predicament, but he never expected...

Chen Dao was not the weak, ordinary person he had imagined, but a martial artist, and one far stronger than him.

Yes, just from Chen Dao's punch, Yuan Yong knew that Chen Dao must be a martial artist far stronger than himself.

But how is this possible?

Chen Dao looks no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. How could he be stronger than me at such a young age?

At this moment, Yuan Yong couldn't help but doubt his own talent, which he had always been so proud of. He was the most talented among the younger generation of the Yuan family, having successfully advanced to the eighth rank of martial artist at the age of 19. The Yuan clan unanimously believed that he was likely to break through to the sixth rank before the age of thirty. Yuan Yong had always been proud of his talent, but now...

He then realized that his talent was... insignificant compared to that of the boy opposite him.

"boom!"

A sharp pain shot through his back, and Yuan Yong was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground. Blood gushed from his mouth. Chen Dao's punch had been so powerful that it had almost shattered his internal organs. At that moment, his body felt like it was being churned up, as if his internal organs had been displaced.

"Xiao Yong!"

Upon seeing Yuan Yong fall to the ground, Yuan Jiang couldn't help but cry out, his heart filled with horror. When they devised the plan for Yuan Yong to capture Chen Dao, they had assumed beforehand that Chen Dao was not a martial artist, but...

The reality was quite the opposite of their assumptions. Chen Dao was not only a martial artist, but also a seventh-rank martial artist, whose strength far surpassed that of Yuan Yong!

Realizing this, Yuan Jiang felt a wave of despair wash over him. Where did this monster come from? Not only did he possess such a terrifying beast, but his own strength was also incredibly formidable…

"drink!"

Just as Yuan Jiang was in a daze, Chen Cheng seized the opportunity and threw a punch straight at Yuan Jiang's face. Yuan Jiang couldn't dodge in time and took the punch head-on.

"what!"

Yuan Jiang let out a cry of pain. His face was covered in blood, as if a paint shop had been opened. His nose bridge broke instantly, and his entire nose collapsed.

Meanwhile, Chen Cheng continued his attack without pause, his fists raining down on Yuan Jiang.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In no time, Yuan Jiang was completely disfigured, his face covered in blood, making it impossible to recognize him. He was in a near-death state, barely breathing.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yuan was also attacking the two eighth-rank martial artists from the Yuan family. These two eighth-rank martial artists were very clever. Unable to catch Xiao Yuan's figure with the naked eye, they leaned back to back and swung their fists wildly into the air, trying their best to prevent Xiao Yuan from attacking them.

Unfortunately……

The two were only eighth-grade martial artists, while Xiao Yuan was a demon beast equivalent to a sixth-grade martial artist. The difference between the two was simply incomparable!

"what!"

A scream suddenly rang out, and the movements of a Yuan family martial artist who was still swinging his fists wildly froze. A line of blood appeared on his throat, and then...

His strength gradually drained from his body, and he collapsed weakly to the ground.

"not good!"

Another Yuan family martial artist was startled, realizing that he was powerless to fight against Xiao Yuan. He turned around and tried to escape from the small building, but how could Xiao Yuan give him such an opportunity?

The martial artist had just turned around when a dark shadow flashed past his eyes. Immediately afterward, the martial artist froze and slowly lowered his head!

But then a similar line of blood appeared on his neck, and then... the line of blood gradually expanded, and blood flowed incessantly!

"Ah!"

The martial artist gave a pale laugh, then collapsed to the ground, completely lifeless.

Of the dozen or so people from the Yuan family who had arrived, only Yuan Yong was still able to move.

Lying on the ground, Yuan Yong stared at the Yuan family martial artists who had fallen one after another, his eyes bloodshot with rage. Eighth-rank martial artists were the absolute backbone of the Yuan family, yet they had died here so easily, which filled Yuan Yong with intense hatred.

Of course, compared to hatred, Yuan Yong felt even more fear.

Now our side has almost no power to resist and can only be slaughtered at our mercy...

Yuan Yong didn't want to die. He was the eldest son of the Yuan family, with a high status. There were still so many things and so many women he hadn't enjoyed. He was reluctant to die and was extremely afraid of death!

Therefore, when he saw Chen Dao slowly approaching, Yuan Yong couldn't help but plead, "Brother, please spare my life. The Yuan family will definitely offer generous gifts afterward."

Chen Dao didn't answer, but walked closer to Yuan Yong and stepped on Yuan Yong's body: "When you forcibly took women, did they ever beg you to spare them?"

Of course!

Yuan Yong's subconscious answer was, of course, that he could not say it aloud. Instead, he said, "Brother, those women are nothing but lowly people. It is their honor to be favored by me. Besides, I have already given their families enough compensation."

"Oh."

Chen Dao nodded noncommittally. Yuan Yong's answer could only be described as a tragedy of this era. Powerful families and tycoons were high above, while the common people at the bottom were regarded as lowly. When their wives were taken away or humiliated, no one could stand up for them, and they themselves dared not even speak out...

What a tragic thing this is.

"What did you just say? You'll spare my life, and the Yuan family will offer you a generous gift?"

Chen Dao suddenly spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yong's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Brother, rest assured, my Yuan family is the wealthiest in Taiping County. As long as you spare me, the Yuan family will definitely offer you generous gifts!"

A barely perceptible glint of hatred flashed in Yuan Yong's eyes. The so-called offering of generous gifts was merely an excuse for him to escape.

Chen Dao killed so many members of the Yuan family and humiliated him so much that Yuan Yong had made up his mind that as long as he could escape back to the Yuan family, he would gather all the seventh-rank martial artists of the Yuan family and cut this man into a thousand pieces. Otherwise, he would not be able to quell the hatred in his heart!