Chapter 128: Twists and Turns

At this moment, Yang Ziyun radiated an overwhelming aura of dominance. The whirlwind swirling around him blew toward every corner of the hall, forcing the onlookers to squint against the gale.

Such power and such a display could not help but fill the spectators with awe. Was this the legendary martial path? It was simply too formidable!

Pan Yixuan laughed excitedly, pointing at Jiang Hao as he goaded, "Jiang Hao, do you see this? This is the true strength of the Second Young Master Yang! To think that with your amateur skills, you dared to challenge him—you truly have no idea how vast the world is!"

The guests present also felt a surge of confidence in Yang Ziyun.

However, the expression on Jiang Hao’s face remained unchanged. He was neither flustered nor fearful, standing as calm and detached as ever. Looking at Yang Ziyun across the room, Jiang Hao said coolly, "Is this the extent of your strength? If this is all you have, then you won't be defeating me today."

As soon as Jiang Hao finished speaking, his body gave a sudden jolt. An identical whirlwind instantly began to swirl around him. Jiang Hao could feel the heat flowing within his body—his internal energy—distributing itself evenly across his skin, forming a solid, protective film that shielded him firmly.

It was the manifestation of internal energy protection!

Noticing the change in Jiang Hao, Yang Ziyun’s expression faltered. As for Pan Yixuan, who had been brimming with pride, the smile on his face instantly froze.

Jiang Hao was capable of reaching this level too!

"This is bad," Pan Yixuan thought, struck by sudden panic. The guests around them also grew pale with worry.

Yang Ziyun furrowed his brows and roared, "Jiang Hao, it seems you do have some tricks up your sleeve, but you are absolutely no match for me! Prepare to die!"

With those words, Yang Ziyun lunged forward with explosive speed. In the blink of an eye, he was before Jiang Hao, unleashing a straight punch aimed directly at his face. Had this strike landed on an ordinary person, they would have been sent flying backward, their facial bones shattered on impact.

Yet, how could Jiang Hao allow himself to be hit?

As the fist closed in, Jiang Hao’s hand shot up like lightning, catching the blow steadily and blocking it. He then channeled his internal energy, causing the sleeve of his right arm to burst apart with a loud pop.

Yang Ziyun was forced back several steps by the sheer force of the impact. But this time, Jiang Hao did not remain standing still; he pursued relentlessly, closing the distance and launching a storm of attacks. Under this onslaught, Yang Ziyun was forced into a purely defensive position. Jiang Hao’s strikes grew faster by the second, and it was clear that Yang Ziyun was in a precarious situation.

Seeing Yang Ziyun being suppressed by Jiang Hao, Pan Yixuan was left speechless with shock. The surrounding guests looked on with pale, terrified faces.

"How is this possible? Is the Second Young Master Yang really no match for this Jiang Hao?"

"When did that good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Su family become so powerful?"

"Is he still the same 'king of freeloaders' famous throughout Maple Leaf City? What kind of medicine did he take to become this fierce?"

The guests could not help but exclaim in disbelief, their faces etched with pure astonishment.

Amidst the crowd, Su Qingli felt a surge of joy. Jiang Hao was strong. He had truly become stronger. Though she did not know what had happened to him or why he had suddenly become so formidable, she felt a deep sense of happiness from the bottom of her heart. After all, Jiang Hao was her man. What woman would not want her partner to be a powerful expert?

*Bang!*

With a dull thud, Yang Ziyun was sent flying into the air, tracing a graceful arc before crashing heavily to the ground. Blood trickled from his nose and mouth. Jiang Hao took a light breath, stood tall, and smiled at the man on the floor. "I’m sorry, Second Young Master Yang, but you have lost this duel."

Lost. Yang Ziyun had actually lost to Jiang Hao.

Yang Ziyun’s expression turned dark as ink. He wiped the blood from his face and scrambled to his feet. "I can still fight! I haven't lost!" he roared viciously.

Jiang Hao shook his head calmly. "Second Young Master Yang, if we continue, you will die here."

"Heh, as long as I can move, as long as I haven't been pinned to the ground, this duel is not over! Besides, Jiang Hao, do you really think I’m out of options? I used my full strength, but I have yet to unleash the secret technique of the Yang family!"

The secret technique of the Yang family? Hearing this, Jiang Hao’s interest was piqued. He nodded and said, "Very well. If you insist, then let us continue. Feel free to use your family’s secret technique; I would love to broaden my horizons and witness the legendary arts of the Yang house."

Without hesitation, Yang Ziyun turned to Pan Yixuan. "Bring me my weapon!" he commanded sharply.

"Yes!" Pan Yixuan responded, his heart racing with excitement. If Yang Ziyun was resorting to a weapon, Jiang Hao would surely be finished. Moreover, by forcing Yang Ziyun to this point, Jiang Hao had clearly invited a lethal intent upon himself. Perhaps, in a moment, Jiang Hao would be left as a corpse on the floor.

Moments later, Pan Yixuan returned with a long spear. The shaft was black, while the long, sharp tip was silver, adorned with a red tassel that looked immensely imposing.

"This is..."

"Could it be the rumored Yang Family Spear?"

"The Second Young Master is going to use the Yang Family Spear! It’s over for Jiang Hao!"

The guests were overjoyed at the sight of the weapon. Yang Ziyun took the spear and looked at Jiang Hao with an arrogant sneer.

"Jiang Hao, the fact that you forced me to use the Yang Family Spear shows you are indeed formidable; I underestimated you before."

"However, once the Yang Family Spear is drawn, no one can stop it! No matter how strong you are, you will die by it today!"

"Don't blame me when you die, Jiang Hao. This is a fair fight; your death only proves that you are inferior to me. Blame only yourself!"

Yang Ziyun laughed wildly, as if he had already claimed his victory.