Chapter 351: The Pretentious Dragon List Expert

Ling Chen looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. In just a brief confrontation, he not only failed to gain the upper hand but had suffered a great loss. The martial skills of this middle-aged man were truly unfathomable.

Indeed, worthy of being Qin Wu’s martial uncle, truly formidable.

"The experts of the Tiger List, merely so," the middle-aged man said indifferently, his tone laced with a hint of mockery.

Ling Chen let his numb arm droop, his expression solemn, his sharp gaze fixed on the middle-aged man. "May I ask how to address you?" he asked.

"You are not worthy of knowing my name." The middle-aged man, with his hands behind his back, said proudly, "Do you wish to continue? If you don’t, as long as you apologize to the Qin Family, I can forgive you and let you leave."

"No way! This bastard has made my face like this; he cannot be let off easily," Qin Yang, standing nearby, cried unwillingly.

The middle-aged man glanced at him and asked, "What does Mr. Qin wish to do?"

Qin Yang, with resentment flooding his heart recalling old and new grudges, sneered and said, "Simple, as long as he kneels down and kowtows three times to me and calls me grandpa, I can forgive his actions."

"You heard it." The middle-aged man turned his head to look at Ling Chen, his expression cold.

Facing the gaze of the crowd, Ling Chen slightly raised the corners of his lips, stating boldly, "You should inquire who I, Ling Chen, am. If you want me to bow, you’ll have to chop off my head first."

"Having some backbone. Since that’s the case, don’t blame me for being impolite." The middle-aged man’s tone turned colder, initiating the attack.

Seeing the middle-aged man rushing toward him, Ling Chen’s pupils contracted slightly. He hurriedly stepped back to dodge. However, his movements were far too slow compared to the other’s speed. Before he could react, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him.

Immediately afterward, Ling Chen felt an intense pain in his chest, a powerful force spreading throughout his chest, pushing him back four or five meters. Luckily, a car behind him stopped him from falling.

However, with just this move, the disparity in their strength was clear, as vast as the difference between clouds and mud, without any basis for comparison.

Ling Chen took a deep breath, calming his tumultuous blood and tightening his brows. This man’s skills were too freakishly strong; he didn’t even have a chance to respond.

"Come again!" The middle-aged man looked provocatively at Ling Chen.

Ling Chen clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth, about to make a move. But at that moment, a nonchalant voice suddenly said, "Impressive, truly impressive. A prestigious expert of the Dragon List actually sparring against an expert of the Tiger List, really giving face."

A Dragon List expert?

Ling Chen was shocked, his view of the middle-aged man changing instantly. No wonder he was so powerful; it turned out he was an expert of the Dragon List.

Realizing the identity of the opponent, Ling Chen burst out cursing, "Damn, you’re a Dragon List expert, and you’re still pulling this act in front of me."

The middle-aged man paid no mind to Ling Chen’s curses, instead turning to look at the speaker. At this moment, from the direction of the elevator, seven people appeared, men and women, old and young, their group an unusual sight that drew the curious looks of Qin Wu and others.

Seeing the leading elder, Ling Chen greeted proactively: "Elder Qiu."

Qiu Yong nodded slightly, voicing his concern, "Are you all right?"

Ling Chen patted his chest with a smile, "I’m fine, not that fragile." After speaking, Ling Chen turned his gaze to Xia Yue, smiling warmly as he greeted, "Yue, long time no see."

Xia Yue gave him a cold glance and remained silent.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man scanned the seven individuals and said sternly, "This is a private matter between us and Ling Chen. For your own safety, it’s best you do not interfere."

Qiu Yong stood with his hands behind his back, his face stern, and spoke deliberately, "Ling Chen’s business is our business. If you want to make a move on him, you’ll have to ask if we agree."

The middle-aged man sneered, "Knowing that I am a master from the Dragon List and still daring to come forward, it seems you all are quite skilled. Why not state your names?"

The one-armed man standing behind Qiu Yong coldly said, "Not recognizing us, the eight freaks, Liu Yunsong, as a master of the Dragon List shows how ignorant you really are."

"Eight freaks?" Liu Yunsong’s pupils tightened, his face changing immediately. How could he not know the reputation of the eight freaks? It’s just that there were only seven people who came out, so he didn’t think in that direction.

"There are eight people in the eight freaks, you..."

Qiu Yong coldly said, "Isn’t there eight of us here?"

"What?" Liu Yunsong was shocked, staring incredulously at Ling Chen, "Is he also..."

At that moment, not only was Liu Yunsong surprised, Ling Chen was equally astonished. Did Qiu Yong’s words mean that he was also counted among the eight freaks?

At this time, Xia Yue stepped forward, her face cool as she looked at Liu Yunsong and the others, coldly saying, "Daring to harm a member of the eight freaks, today I really want to test your abilities."

"No!" Now knowing the identities of the eight freaks, Liu Yunsong lost his earlier calmness, his eyes flashing with urgency, hurriedly saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, it was just a misunderstanding earlier. I didn’t know Ling Chen’s identity. If there’s any offense, please be generous in your forgiveness."

Seeing their uncle admit weakness, Qin Wu and the others were stunned.

The eight freaks were names they had heard, but only by hearsay, and their uncle was a true master of the Dragon List, so why would he fear these people who weren’t even on the Tiger List?

Qiu Yong turned his head, looking at Ling Chen beside him and asked, "What do you say?"

"We are all civilized people, and there is an old saying: better to dissolve enmity than to perpetuate it..."

"Yes, yes, Ling has the grace," Liu Yunsong’s face relaxed slightly, smiling as he interrupted.

Ling Chen looked displeased at Liu Yunsong and said, "I haven’t finished speaking yet; what’s the rush? As they say, better to dissolve enmity than to perpetuate it, however..." Saying this, Ling Chen glared furiously and cursed, "I fucking can’t stand people acting tough in front of me. You, a Dragon List master, challenging me? Fuck, I won’t be satisfied today if I don’t get this anger out; I fucking might as well take your surname."

Hearing the latter part of Ling Chen’s words, the other seven freaks slightly smiled, their eyes gleaming with amusement. Indeed, this guy’s temperament was very much to their liking.

"Liu Yunsong, you heard it. Blame yourself for offending us eight freaks." With those words, the one-armed man’s smile faded, and his body dashed forward like a swift wind, instantly covering the ground to Liu Yunsong.

Following that, without any noticeable movement, he suddenly brandished a steel knife, slashing directly at the top of Liu Yunsong’s head.

Feeling the fierce sword force contained within the blade, Liu Yunsong’s face paled. He didn’t dare to be careless, hurriedly retreating to dodge the fatal strike.

"Go! Quickly, go!"

Hearing Uncle Liu Yunsong’s roar, Qin Wu and the others were stunned, then quickly reacting, they rushed toward the parking lot.

Seeing this, Ling Chen immediately gave chase, stepping on the car roofs, his body leaping forward, landing in front of Qin Wu and the others, blocking their path.

Looking at the icy Qin Wu, Ling Chen grinned, "Miss Qin, where are you going?"