Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 639: Battle of the Group Masters

"Gentlemen, at this point, do you still need to hold back? If we let this kid rise, our future in Hua City will be difficult," the old man with white hair dramatically warned.

But what he said was also true, if so many of them couldn't dare to suppress Hao Jian alone, how would their disciples view them, and how would outsiders view them? At that time, everyone would probably flock to Hao Jian's martial arts school, and they would no longer be able to take disciples, effectively cutting off their financial path.

"Gentlemen, you needn't worry, if you collapse, Qi-Mu Deye and I will take action too, so don't be afraid," the old man with white hair suddenly said loudly, making sure the disciples of those grandmasters could hear clearly.

Immediately, a commotion arose, and the disciples all looked puzzled—could it be that their masters were afraid of Hao Jian?

With that, the grandmasters all looked frustrated, realizing they had been manipulated by the white-haired old man. At this point, even if they didn't want to take action, they had to, otherwise their own disciples would look down on them.

"I'll go!" a bald burly man bellowed, clutching a wooden stick as he stepped forward, glaring at Hao Jian: "Youngster, I'll take you on!"

"Wulang Bagua Stick? Interesting! Bring it on!" Hao Jian gestured to the burly man.

The burly man frowned, saying, "Choose a suitable weapon, don't claim I bullied you!"

"Alright!" Hao Jian nodded, then took off the flip-flops from his feet, holding them in his hand: "Come!"

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"You're seeking death!" The burly man clenched his teeth in anger, Hao Jian actually took out a flip-flop, clearly humiliating him.

He swung the wooden stick and rushed forward, the stick creating a fierce wind as it aimed for Hao Jian's head.

Hao Jian slightly sidestepped, then with a flip of his body, he slapped the flip-flop right across.

"Smack!"

The flip-flop struck the face, making a loud sound.

Seeing this, all grandmasters and disciples couldn't help but show a look of shock as their expressions grew even more solemn.

"Master is mighty!"

"Ancestral Master is mighty!"

The disciples and grandchildren of Hao Jian roared together, all visibly exhilarated, as if injected with adrenaline.

With just a flip-flop, Hao Jian was able to injure the burly man—if he were using a sword instead, would the man not already be dead?

At this moment, Big Baby, who was hanging, also forgot his pain and burst into loud laughter: "White Eyebrow Tiger, didn't you say my master has no guts and wouldn't show up? Here he is now, overpowering all of you. What do you have to say now!"

White Eyebrow Tiger's face turned extremely ugly. He menacingly said, "This is just the beginning, you're rejoicing too soon. Didn't you notice, your master is injured, looking a bit pale? He might be strong now, but what about after ten, twenty people? In a war of attrition, we can definitely wear him down!"

Big Baby snorted coldly, saying, "Foolish villain, the depth of my master's skills is beyond your comprehension. Sooner or later, he'll beat you all down like dogs!"

The slap from the flip-flop made the burly man's face feel burning hot, not from pain, but from shame.

Being slapped in the face in front of a crowd, especially while holding a weapon, and still being dominated by this fellow?

"I'll slaughter you!" the burly man roared, bringing out the essence of the Wulang Bagua Stick to its limit, expertly maneuvering ring, stab, spear, slash, whip, lift, deflect, snap, pull, mark, sweep, press, knock, strike—fourteen moves as his mantra. His attacks varied enormously, relentlessly targeting Hao Jian.

But Hao Jian was slippery like an eel, no matter how much the burly man changed his attacks, he couldn't even touch Hao Jian's robe.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, Hao Jian grabbed the wooden stick with one hand, looking a bit disappointed he shook his head: "You call this Wulang Bagua Stick? It should be called 'Monkey playing with a stick!'"

Instantly, Hao Jian easily snatched the Wulang Bagua Stick with one hand and threw it five meters away.

"Fool, let me show you what a real Wulang Bagua Stick is!" Hao Jian bellowed, then charged toward those grandmasters: "It's too much trouble to take you on one by one, let me finish all of you at once!"

"Scoundrel!"

"Arrogant!"

The grandmasters were incensed, Hao Jian actually wanting to take them all on by himself?

The grandmasters, provoked by Hao Jian, all charged out, clashing with Hao Jian.

But soon, a shocking scene occurred—the wooden stick in Hao Jian's hand seemed divinely infused, its moves endless and grand like a dragon's tail turn, like a hungry tiger capturing a sheep, with a total of one hundred and eight variations, profound and unfathomable, leaving those grandmasters crying for their parents and fleeing with their heads in their hands.

The bald burly man was stunned on the spot; the Wulang Bagua Stick had never displayed such power in his hands. This guy managed to use this martial art to completely overpower so many grandmasters without any resistance?

Immediately, Baldy felt a surge of blood boiling, never having known the Wulang Bagua Stick could be so powerful.

In vain he had been called a Master of a Generation, when he had just scratched the surface; it was indeed humiliating!

"This guy, he knows the Eagle Claw Technique, he knows the Wulang Bagua Stick, what else is there that he doesn't know?" the elderly man with white hair exclaimed in shock.

"Could he have mastered the strengths of various families, understanding all martial arts?" Qi-Mu Deye also said in panic, his back sweating coldly and feeling somewhat faint.

"How could that be possible, mastering any single martial art to perfection takes years, given his young age, how could he possibly know everything?" the white-haired elderly man found it unlikely, but despite his words, his heart couldn't help but feel shocked and doubtful.

Next to them, Situ Haonan furrowed his eyebrows but did not make a move, clearly realizing Hao Jian was tough to handle, wanting to let these grandmasters wear Hao Jian down before stepping in himself.

Situ Haonan was very cautious, not wanting to capsize in a ditch.

Soon, those twenty or so grandmasters were laid flat on the ground by Hao Jian.

At the elderly man's side, everyone sharply inhaled, their body hair standing on end, feeling very frightened.

This guy is still ailing; why is he so fierce? Could it be that he intentionally pretends to be ill to deceive them?

But regardless whether Hao Jian was pretending or was genuinely sick, the strength he displayed at that moment was shocking enough for them.

One man had over twenty grandmasters crying for their parents, surely not something a normal person could accomplish.

The grandmasters lay on the ground wailing, all unable to rise, as Hao Jian held that wooden stick straightly pointing at the white-haired elderly man and Qi-Mu Deye, sneered and said, "You two, are you going to wait for me to come find you, or are you going to roll over here yourselves?"

The white-haired elderly man and Qi-Mu Deye had grim faces, furious inside, but also murmuring to themselves that this guy was so fearsome, even if the two of them joined hands, they probably weren't his match.

"What, scared? Didn't you just say you planned to tire me out with a war of attrition? Now that I'm supposed to be worn out, if not now, then when?" Hao Jian mocked.

Everyone was staring at the white-haired elderly man and Qi-Mu Deye; at this moment, these two were like being roasted on a pyre, if they didn't make a move, they would be despised by their own disciples.

"Youngster, you are too arrogant!" the white-haired elderly man bellowed, stomping the ground hard, moving three meters away, coming right in front of Hao Jian.

"Don't think just because you beat them you're something special, beat us and then talk!" Qi-Mu Deye also roared angrily, walking over.

Hao Jian stood in place, tossing aside the wooden stick, pointing at the ground under his feet and said, "If I move even an inch, consider it my loss!"

"What? This kid is so full of himself?" a disciple of the white-haired elderly man said.

"Whether he's full of himself or actually has that ability remains to be seen." another disciple sighed, previously they also thought Hao Jian challenging so many grandmasters surely would be heavily taught a lesson, but instead, it turned out he gave a severe lesson to those grandmasters, this young man should not be underestimated.

Unable to bear it any longer, the two people of the white-haired elderly man charged wildly towards Hao Jian, Hao Jian's arrogance making them even more irate.

But as the white-haired elderly man charged furiously, he was instantly floored by a kick from Hao Jian, coughing up blood.

And Qi-Mu Deye's fate wasn't much better, pinned to the ground by Hao Jian with one hand, his heart shocked, similarly coughing blood.

"Did you say, to make me a cripple?" Hao Jian looked at the white-haired elderly man with a sneer, then turned to Qi-Mu Deye, "And you, said you'd teach me a severe lesson?"

"You, you disrespect your elders, unworthy as a martial artist!" Qi-Mu Deye's voice trembled as he spoke, still pretending to scold Hao Jian.

"Disrespect for elders? Didn't you just say the strong prevails? Now that you're beaten down like a dog, you blame me for not respecting elders? You're not very capable, but indeed you have a thick skin!" Hao Jian laughed heartily, finding Qi-Mu Deye's words too ludicrous.

Qi-Mu Deye's disciples all clenched their teeth, not hating Hao Jian, yet feeling embarrassed and disgraced by Qi-Mu Deye.

At that moment, Qi-Mu Deye's dignity was completely lost!

"Now, every person who has fought my disciples and grand-disciples step forward, cripple one of your own legs, and we'll consider the matter settled. Otherwise, wait for them to identify you, and you'll lose all four limbs!" Hao Jian said fiercely, showing no mercy at this moment.

Now the situation had changed, the faces showing mockery and triumph were no longer those of the white-haired elderly man's group, but Hao Jian's disciples and grand-disciples.

"Starting with you two!" Hao Jian pointed at the white-haired elderly man and Qi-Mu Deye.

The white-haired elderly man and Qi-Mu Deye suddenly shivered, feeling powerless in front of the formidable Hao Jian.

"Mr. Situ." the white-haired elderly man quickly cast a pleading gaze at Situ Haonan, now the only hope they had.

Clearly, they all did not want to become crippled, so they would rather lose face and beg Situ Haonan for help.

"Stop!" Situ Haonan also rose, putting on a dignified posture, directly ordering Hao Jian..........…