Chapter 88: You Are No Match for Me

Yang Fan settled into Yu Qian’s home, while Wang Gang found a hotel nearby to await his instructions.

For the next three days, Yang Fan would step out onto the balcony, carefully observing everyone in the neighboring villa. Through his watchfulness, he discovered a pattern: each morning, a woman would accompany an elderly man to the garden in Liyuan Community for exercise. Whenever Yang Fan approached them, he sensed a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy, though it was exceedingly weak. This confirmed that neither of them had yet reached the Qi Refining stage.

He also noticed that the old man’s aura was unstable; every time he began his morning routine, his energy would grow chaotic, as if he could barely contain it. After a while, the elder would sit to rest, looking fatigued and somewhat pained. Yang Fan deduced that the man was suffering from a severe, late-stage illness and would not live much longer.

Yet Yang Fan possessed a way to cure him, for he understood precisely how to treat the ailment within the old man’s body.

That morning, Yang Fan rose early and headed to the garden to practice his boxing forms. He arrived ahead of time, intending to draw the elder’s attention and provide an opportunity for conversation.

Before long, the old man and the young woman approached. They were surprised to see a young man practicing so early. The old man, in particular, noticed Yang Fan’s technique: every move carried the rhythm and grace of a master. What astonished him most was the lightness and force behind Yang Fan’s punches—each movement radiated an inherent power.

“Who would have thought I’d meet a true expert here? I wonder which lineage he belongs to?” Lord Chen Yang’s gaze lingered on Yang Fan, filled with curiosity. He was certain Yang Fan possessed great strength, and he was even more amazed by Yang Fan’s youthful appearance—barely in his twenties.

“Grandfather, he’s just another guy practicing boxing. It’s nothing special, just some amateur tricks,” Chen Hui remarked dismissively.

To her, Yang Fan was an ordinary person; being able to throw punches didn’t mean he was powerful. She believed that in actual combat, she could easily defeat him with one hand.

“Xiao Hui, you haven’t reached that level yet, so you can't perceive what sets him apart,” Lord Chen Yang smiled. “That young man is no ordinary fellow. If you were to spar, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Chen Hui didn’t take her grandfather’s words seriously. She was confident in her abilities; among her peers, she was unmatched. She had yet to find a worthy opponent.

Seeing that Yang Fan was even younger than herself, her arrogance only grew. After all, she had trained from childhood, her foundation solid.

Lord Chen Yang shook his head and smiled, knowing his granddaughter’s pride. The only way to humble her would be to defeat her outright.

Though Yang Fan was some distance away, he could hear their conversation clearly and knew he had achieved his goal. He continued his boxing routine, his movements fluid and unpredictable, giving the impression of illusion. With each form displayed, he exuded a commanding presence.

Seeing this, Lord Chen Yang grew even more astonished, his curiosity intensifying.

“Come, let’s go over,” Lord Chen Yang said to Chen Hui.

Yang Fan pretended not to notice their approach, immersed in his practice.

“My young friend, your boxing is superb. May I ask who your teacher is?” Lord Chen Yang greeted Yang Fan with a cheerful smile.

Yang Fan did not answer immediately, continuing his practice.

Chen Hui, irritated by his lack of response, was about to speak when Lord Chen Yang stopped her.

Both stood quietly by, their eyes fixed on Yang Fan.

After ten minutes, Yang Fan finished his routine and turned to face them, his brows furrowed. “You’ve been watching me for a while now. What do you want?”

Lord Chen Yang smiled, “I see your skill in boxing is deep. I’d like to exchange techniques, if you’re willing?”

Seeing Yang Fan’s extraordinary boxing, Lord Chen Yang grew interested and wanted to spar.

Yang Fan did not agree, instead glancing at him and replying coolly, “Not interested.”

Chen Hui grew angry at Yang Fan’s indifferent attitude.

“My young friend, you’re clearly a martial artist, and I am as well. A friendly exchange between martial artists benefits us both,” Lord Chen Yang smiled. “I won’t use excessive force, just a light sparring.”

“You’re not my match,” Yang Fan replied calmly.

Lord Chen Yang was momentarily stunned by his audacity.

“Hmph, do you think you’re so great? My grandfather wants to spar with you—that’s your good fortune,” Chen Hui snapped. “Dealing with arrogant people like you doesn’t require my grandfather. I can handle you myself.”

Having looked down on Yang Fan from the start, Chen Hui could not endure his arrogance.

Yang Fan couldn’t be bothered with Chen Hui and started to leave.

“My young friend, please wait,” Lord Chen Yang called out as Yang Fan was about to go.

“I said, you’re not my match,” Yang Fan replied, impatient.

“How can you know that without sparring? Though I’m older, I still have some skills,” Lord Chen Yang protested.

Yang Fan regarded him, “You’re close to death. If you fight me, you'll die even faster.”

“You’re outrageous!” Chen Hui shouted in anger, attacking Yang Fan.

Yang Fan did not even blink, stepping back and easily dodging her punch.

Chen Hui pressed on, refusing to stop. Lord Chen Yang did not intervene, letting her attack.

Her movements seemed impressive, but to Yang Fan they were riddled with openings, easily avoided.

He never struck back, dodging with ease. Chen Hui grew increasingly frustrated, her spirit dampened. After a series of attacks, she couldn’t even touch Yang Fan’s clothes, her confidence shaken.

Finally, Yang Fan struck her shoulder with a palm, infused with spiritual energy. The force sent her stumbling back, landing painfully on the ground.

She looked disheveled, shocked but unwilling to concede. She stood to attack again.

“Xiao Hui, stand down. You’re not his match,” Lord Chen Yang stopped her.

He was secretly amazed. “This young man, so young, can already wield internal energy—remarkable! He possesses innate-level strength.”

Lord Chen Yang could not help but be astonished. Yang Fan’s palm carried a force and presence that only innate stage experts possessed.

The ability to project internal energy was the hallmark of an innate realm master.