My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 293: I Alone Crush All!

"That's right. I don't see much suspense in this martial arts tournament. It's all going to come down to a final battle between the Fan Family and the Thunder Sect."

"Everyone else is just here for the show."

Many people admired the Fan Family, the wealthiest family in the city. They interpreted Fan Shengren's arrogance as dominance, and in their eyes, his air of invincibility was simply dashing. They were practically ready to call him 'Dad'.

"Stop posturing, you old fool!"

"Exactly! As long as Mr. Yang makes a move today, no one else stands a chance!"

Xiong Ba, Huang Borren, and the others were clearly displeased.

Just then, a cry of surprise swept through the crowd, and everyone rose to their feet. Cao Xingjian had arrived, followed by members of the Song and Qi Families.

"Greetings, Young Master Cao!"

Whether they liked it or not, the power of the Thunder Sect was far beyond what the people of Kang City could afford to provoke. They had no choice but to show respect when facing Cao Xingjian.

Cao Xingjian didn't even spare them a glance, walking straight to a pre-arranged seat and sitting down before closing his eyes. The two formidable fighters behind him were also set to compete. Today, however, he had come only to face Yang Qi; he held no regard for anyone else.

Yang Qi had arrived early, but he was seated inconspicuously among the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Wang Nantian announced loudly from the arena platform. "This martial arts tournament was initiated by Young Master Cao of the Thunder Sect. The rules are simple: you lose if you fall from the platform or surrender. Before fighting, all participants must sign a life-and-death waiver. Life and death will be decided by fate, and no challenges for revenge will be permitted afterward. The tournament champion will receive a prize of ten million Dragon Coins. They will also be awarded a treasure from the Thunder Sect: a piece of soft armor, rumored to be impenetrable to bullets. It is truly Unbreakable! Now, without further ado, let the tournament begin!"

After speaking, Wang Nantian leaped off the platform. The tournament had begun.

Although it was called a tournament, martial artists were ruthless. Fights often resulted in serious injury, or even death. The life-and-death waiver was therefore essential to prevent disputes.

On the platform, two contestants were locked in a fierce battle. It was clear neither was a simple opponent.

But in Yang Qi's eyes, it was all rather mediocre. Some were true Martial Artists, but most were just here to fill the ranks. Did they really think they could win ten million Dragon Coins with a strong body and some flashy moves? They'll only end up losing their lives here.

The matches proceeded one after another, and contestants were eliminated one by one. So far, the only ones who could be considered true experts were Zhao Xiong, Yan Bo, Cao Xingjian, and a few others; the rest were mostly unremarkable. Cao Xingjian also seemed uninterested in such fights, keeping his eyes closed with an air of extreme arrogance. By now, several people had already died, and more had been crippled. It was a truly tragic sight.

Currently on the platform was Zhao Xiong, who had already won six consecutive matches. He had been relatively merciful, refraining from killing wantonly. After all, he was the City Lord of Kang City.

"City Lord Zhao is truly formidable," Du Le'an remarked with a sigh. The fighter he had recruited had already been defeated.

"Yes, City Lord Zhao is still a cut above me," Yan Bo said, somewhat resentful but helpless, as he had already lost to Zhao Xiong.

"What a pity! Compared to the expert hired by the Fan Family and Cao Xingjian, City Lord Zhao still falls short!" someone commented.

Yan Bo and Du Le'an didn't object. Given their Realm, they could naturally gauge who was stronger or weaker. Merely by sitting there, without releasing any aura, Cao Xingjian was enough to intimidate everyone. As for the white-haired old man beside Fan Shengren, he seemed even more profoundly composed.

"Master Li, I'll leave this to you," Fan Shengren said, glancing at the white-haired old man beside him.

"Mm."

The white-haired old man leaped into the air, landing on the platform an instant later. He stared indifferently at Zhao Xiong, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Zhao Xiong, you led the Heavenly Supervision Hall to annihilate my Li Family." The white-haired elder's face twisted into a savage expression. "Though I cannot kill you myself, I will cripple your martial arts today and turn you into a common mortal. Someone will naturally come along to take your life then!"

"The Li Family colluded with the people of Kappa Country to sell state secrets," Zhao Xiong stated coldly. "Death was too good for them. What nonsense are you spouting about revenge?"

"Cut the crap. I don't care what they did," the white-haired elder retorted. "All I know is that Li Chong is dead, and you are responsible!"

"Then let's cut the talk. Let's fight!" Zhao Xiong declared.

"Kill!"

The elder attacked first, rapidly closing the distance to Zhao Xiong. He slammed into his opponent's body with an Iron Mountain Body Check.

Zhao Xiong's expression changed. The elder was clearly an expert in Baji Fist. We're both Third Rank Great Grandmasters, but this old man's strength is fearsome. He must be seventy or eighty years old, much older than me. His power is naturally stronger, reflecting at least thirty to forty more years of accumulated power. Even though we're at the same rank, I'm no match for him.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

They exchanged ten blows in rapid succession. At first, Zhao Xiong managed to hold his ground, but he began to falter after the tenth move. On the twentieth exchange, the elder sent him flying with another Iron Mountain Body Check. Zhao Xiong crashed to the ground, unable to move, feeling as though every bone in his body had been shattered.

"Hmph, you're just a piece of trash!" the white-haired elder sneered.

"Hahaha, today's champion will surely be my Fan Family, the wealthiest in the city!" Fan Shengren burst into laughter.

Though it was called a martial arts tournament, it was truly about the distribution of resources. Whoever won would naturally hold a higher status in Kang City and gain access to more of those resources.

"So you're the strongest man in Kang City?" At that moment, Cao Xingjian suddenly opened his eyes, his cold gaze fixed on the white-haired elder.

"That's right!" the white-haired elder stated with great confidence.

Cao Xingjian smiled. His figure flashed, and in an instant, he soared through the air from four or five meters away, landing steadily on the platform right in front of the white-haired elder.

"Cao Xingjian has finally made his move!"

"This is a real master, a disciple of the Thunder Lord!"

It was said that a Great Grandmaster could glide short distances through the air, making a leap of four or five meters already incredibly impressive.

Cao Xingjian was dressed in a suit and tie, complete with leather shoes. He didn't look at all like he was there for a martial arts tournament, but the aura he exuded just by standing there stunned everyone.

The white-haired elder took a deep breath, his expression turning serious.

"Indeed, Young Master Cao is formidable, but that doesn't mean I will lose!" the white-haired elder said coldly.

"Well said!" Fan Shengren laughed loudly. "Young Master Cao, Kang City ultimately belongs to the people of Kang City. No matter how strong you are, today you'll fall at the hands of Master Li!"

The crowd instantly burst into cheers. After all, the Thunder Sect was from Thunder City, and the locals of Kang City didn't want them intruding. If the Thunder Sect established a foothold, their own interests and market share would be suppressed—a prospect no one wished to see. The fact that the wealthy Fan Family dared to stand up to the Thunder Sect naturally earned them the crowd's support.

Cao Xingjian smiled faintly. "Old fool, in my eyes, you're just courting death. None of these so-called experts from Kang City are even worth mentioning. If you disagree, you can all come at me at once. I'll crush every last one of you single-handedly!"