Chapter 129: The Power of a Single Punch

Pan Yixuan and the surrounding guests all nodded in agreement, each wearing expressions of schadenfreude as they looked at Jiang Hao.

Yet Su Qingli could no longer bear it and grit her teeth, shouting, “Yang Ziyun, you’re despicable! Jiang Hao is unarmed, and you’re using a weapon—how shameless of you!”

Hearing Su Qingli’s outburst, Yang Ziyun snorted coldly.

“I am a member of the Yang family. What’s wrong with using the Yang family spear? If Jiang Hao thinks it’s unfair, he can use a weapon too! Whatever weapon he wants, I won’t stop him!”

Upon hearing this, Su Qingli immediately glanced toward Jiang Hao.

But Jiang Hao shook his head, smiling as he said, “No need. I don’t require a weapon. If I were to use one against you, wouldn’t that make me seem weak?”

Jiang Hao’s words were nothing short of arrogant.

After a brief pause, the guests erupted into laughter.

“Jiang Hao, you’re truly stubborn even when facing death!”

“Even a dead duck’s mouth isn’t as stubborn as yours!”

“Jiang Hao, if you end up dying under the Yang family spear wielded by the Second Young Master Yang, don’t blame anyone for not warning you. You chose to forgo weapons yourself!”

These remarks only made Su Qingli more anxious.

Worried, she looked at Jiang Hao and shouted, “Jiang Hao, don’t be so overconfident!”

“I’m not overconfident. I just have faith in my abilities,” Jiang Hao replied with a smile.

Then, he turned calmly to Yang Ziyun and said, “Stop hesitating. You’ve already got the Yang family spear, so get on with it! I’m busy; don’t waste my time!”

“Hmph. When I pierce you with a single thrust of this spear, I hope you still have the nerve to talk back!” Yang Ziyun said coldly before brandishing the Yang family spear. The long, sharp spear tip pointed ominously at Jiang Hao.

A sharp aura emanated from the spear, sending chills down the spines of the guests.

Even Pan Yixuan and Su Qingli felt their hearts pound as they saw the slight tremble in Yang Ziyun’s hand gripping the spear.

But Jiang Hao’s expression remained calm.

He felt no fear toward the spear—it was no different from a toy in his eyes.

For he knew his strength far surpassed Yang Ziyun’s.

From their earlier fight, Jiang Hao had roughly assessed that his inner energy was far more profound than Yang Ziyun’s and that his control over it was superior.

Such a vast gap couldn’t be bridged by a mere weapon.

However, the fact that Pan Yixuan promptly handed Yang Ziyun the spear showed something important.

It indicated that this spear had been prepared long in advance.

This also implied that Yang Ziyun and Pan Yixuan had met before, and today’s duel was prearranged.

Given this, Jiang Hao had no intention of holding back.

The Yang family was the premier clan of Maple Leaf City, formidable in strength—but Jiang Hao was unafraid.

No matter how powerful the Yang family was, if they provoked him, he would stand up to them without hesitation.

With that thought, Jiang Hao raised his right hand and clenched it tightly into a fist.

One punch.

Next, he intended to defeat Yang Ziyun with a single blow, teaching him a lesson he would never forget.

“Jiang Hao, are you ready?” Yang Ziyun asked confidently.

“I’m ready. Come at me!” Jiang Hao shouted without hesitation.

As Jiang Hao’s voice fell, Yang Ziyun shook the Yang family spear and charged forward.

Before he reached Jiang Hao, the spear’s tip was already spinning toward him.

Only half a meter remained before the spear’s sharp tip could strike Jiang Hao’s chest and pierce through.

But would that happen?

Of course not.

Jiang Hao smiled coldly and raised his clenched fist.

A milky white light flickered around his fist—a sign that his inner energy was highly concentrated and condensed in his right hand.

Without hesitation, Jiang Hao delivered a powerful punch toward the incoming spear.

The guests and Su Qingli instinctively closed their eyes.

Pan Yixuan’s face was filled with anticipation.

At that moment, Jiang Hao’s fist collided with the spear’s tip.

Boom!

A tempest erupted from the impact, blowing outward in all directions.

The guests in the banquet hall were driven back by the fierce wind, and Su Qingli and Pan Yixuan had to retreat as well. After all, they were ordinary people who could not withstand such a violent gale.

The floor beneath Jiang Hao and Yang Ziyun cracked and fissured, spiderweb fractures radiating outward.

The scene was utterly terrifying.

“What… what kind of martial technique is that?” Yang Ziyun exclaimed in shock and panic.

Jiang Hao said nothing, pushing his fist forward.

With a sharp cracking sound, the Yang family spear in Yang Ziyun’s hand shattered instantly; its sharp tip fragmented into tiny shards of metal scattered across the floor.

The spear itself broke apart inch by inch.

But Jiang Hao’s fist continued unabated, striking Yang Ziyun’s chest without hesitation.

Crash!

Yang Ziyun was blasted backward, flying over ten meters before crashing heavily into the banquet hall wall.

The wall, built with double-layered bricks, collapsed under the impact, forming a large hole.

Yang Ziyun rolled out of the banquet hall entirely.

Only then did Jiang Hao withdraw his fist, standing calmly at the center of the room.

The tempest in the hall subsided.

The battle was over.

The final victor was unmistakable—it was Jiang Hao.

The guests were utterly stunned, unable to believe that even with the Yang family spear—a formidable weapon—Yang Ziyun was no match for Jiang Hao.

Pan Yixuan’s face was ashen with rage, and the other guests bowed their heads in fear, not daring to look Jiang Hao in the eye.

After all, even the Second Young Master of the Yang family had been defeated by Jiang Hao, and that too while wielding a weapon.

They were not martial artists themselves—how could they possibly defend Yang Ziyun?

Now, they no longer even had the courage to mock Jiang Hao.

“Jiang Hao, are you alright?” Su Qingli hurried to his side, concern etched on her face.

Jiang Hao shook his head, smiling as he said, “Of course I’m fine. The one in trouble is Yang Ziyun. I’ve injured him so badly, he might never get out of bed for the rest of his life.”

At Jiang Hao’s words, Su Qingli’s expression shifted slightly.

Jiang Hao had injured Yang Ziyun so gravely? Yang Ziyun was the Second Young Master of the Yang family!

By wounding him so severely, Jiang Hao had surely made a powerful enemy of the Yang clan.

There was no doubt the Yang family would not let this go quietly.