"I'll be right back."
Wang Yiwu stood up and walked out, but Wen Lianmu remained seated and did not move. He even elegantly ordered a cup of tea for himself and savored it carefully. The tea in the Grand Marshal's residence was naturally a rare delicacy.
Just as he was confident in his own judgment, he had no doubts about Wang Yiwu's strength.
Wang Yiwu himself walked with a majestic gait and a calm demeanor.
Being invincible in the same realm was what Jiang Mengxiong wanted him to do, and it was also what he had always been confident in.
Countless battles had been recorded with this title, and countless challengers had achieved this title.
From the Wandering Meridians to the Heavenly Circulatory Realm, and from the Heavenly Circulatory Realm to the Heavenly Reaching Realm, there had been no exceptions.
The Heavenly Reaching Realm was the limit of history.
There was no exception when one reached the Soaring Dragon Realm.
What Zheng Shangming? He couldn't even be bothered to look at him.
He didn't care how you didn't rely on connections, how hard you worked, how stubborn you were.
So what?
More than one or two geniuses had been defeated by him.
Even that fatty Chung Geng Sheng. If it weren't for Jung Genzun, who would he know?
He could hear the clamor outside the residence.
"How dare you! How dare you act so presumptuously here? "
The servants in the Grand Marshal's Mansion were also shocked and angry. As the saying goes, "Officials in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion have three ranks." The servants in the Grand Marshal's Mansion were also influential figures. They had never seen anyone who dared to make a ruckus in front of the mansion.
Only Zheng Shangming's voice was unrestrained. "You don't deserve to talk to me. Tell Wang Yiwu to get out here!"
Wen Lianmu was right. This person was contradictory and awkward, as if he could endure anything and endure any hardship. But when he really lost his temper, he didn't care about anything.
Wang Yiwu thought to himself, but his face was expressionless. His steps were neither fast nor slow. Every step was constant. From the moment his feet touched the ground, he kept himself in the most convenient state for exerting force.
This allowed him to launch the most powerful attack at any time and any place.
When he walked out of the Marshal's residence under the respectful gazes of the servants, he immediately saw Zheng Shangming, who had an aggressive aura and did not even have time to change his clothes.
Dressed in the clothes of a porter, he ran from there to here without stopping.
He looked like he was in a sorry state, and he was also furious.
Wang Yiwu looked at him without a ripple in his eyes. He only asked, "You're looking for me?"
The moment Wang Yiwu appeared, everyone in the Grand Marshal's Residence remained silent. It could be seen that his position as the master of this place was deeply rooted.
It was no wonder that people in Linzi called him Young Marshal and regarded him as Jiang Mengxiong's son.
Zheng Shangming was unable to restrain his anger.
No matter who it was, it was impossible for them not to be angry after being framed for no reason and treated as a chess piece.
Especially when he was Zheng Shangming.
The arrogance in his heart was no less than that of those young masters. Instead, it was sharper and more intense.
He had rushed over directly from the military camp and did not stop at all. The more he thought about it, the more upset he felt, and the more the anger in his heart burned.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked angrily.
Of course he recognized Wang Yiwu. He believed that Wang Yiwu could not not recognize him.
No one could belittle him or frame him for no reason.
Even the military god himself could not do so! Not to mention the military god's disciple!
"Who are you?"
Wang Yiwu was still asking, but he took a step forward and raised his fist without hesitation.
"You dare to cause trouble in the Grand Marshal's Residence, no matter who you are!"
Once the fist was thrown, the wind and clouds surged.
Invincible and selfless.
Zheng Shangming had already made preparations to pay a visit to settle the score. For this, he did not hesitate to fight.
It was not that he had not heard of Wang Yiwu's strength, and it was not that he had not predicted it.
But power, fame, and strength should not be a reason to casually frame him, Zheng Shangming.
He was very angry.
This anger made his blood boil.
It made him clench his fists.
It made his fists filled with strength.
His Dao essence erupted, and his blood surged like a torrent.
His momentum and strength were perfectly unified. All of his anger was accumulated in this punch.
Then, he threw out a punch, meeting force with force, meeting Wang Yiwu's fist head-on!
He didn't dodge, and Wang Yiwu didn't either.
The moment the two fists collided, it was as if everything froze.
Time slowed down, and space expanded.
His voice and aura had been lost … and found again.
Zheng Shangming seemed to have heard a crisp sound, and he felt an incomparably tyrannical force crushing over. It was unstoppable and unavoidable.
He even felt that his entire arm had been smashed to pieces by this punch!
But that was just an illusion.
He quickly realized this fact.
Because Wang Yiwu had already retracted his fist.
After easily defeating his fist momentum, his fist, and his fist force, he easily retracted his fist.
The difference in strength was so huge!
Zheng Shangming thought that he might lose, that he might not be a match for Wang Yiwu, but he would do his best to not let Wang Yiwu have an easy time.
But he never thought that the difference would be so huge.
Wang Yiwu looked at Zheng Shangming, and there was no sense of accomplishment in his eyes. He only asked coldly, "You are very proud, but what is the basis of your pride?"
Zheng Shangming felt as if he was struck by lightning.
His fist was defeated, and his anger was also shattered, along with his pride that he didn't easily reveal.
He never doubted himself. He completely rejected any connections from his family and climbed up from the bottom of the army on his own.
He joined the Rain Beheading Army on his own and became a captain on his own. Even with his strength, he should at least be a lieutenant. And if he used his father's connections, he could choose any of the nine soldiers he wanted. Not to mention other things, he would definitely be a lieutenant.
He thought that he was a hero who wouldn't compromise with the world.
But he had never heard of a hero who couldn't withstand a single blow.
In front of Wang Yiwu, who framed him and manipulated him, he didn't even have the strength to fight back.
This cruel reality almost destroyed the pride hidden in the bottom of his heart. In fact, up until now, everything was within his calculations, including the change in his mentality.
After this, how to manipulate Zheng Shangming's mood and control his emotions … Naturally, he had a complete plan.
And Wang Yiwu had given Wen Lianmu enough trust, so everything was going according to the established plan.
First, he would let Zheng Shangming see the difference in strength, crush his confidence, grind his hatred, and reduce the negative impact. Then, he would capture him, lock him up, and begin the follow-up.
Looking at Zheng Shangming's dazed expression, Wang Yiwu completely lost interest in saying another word. He only stretched out his hand and grabbed in front of him. "You trespassed into the Grand Marshal's residence. I will lock you up for a few days first!"
"Wait!"
An abrupt voice sounded from afar.
The voice was very loud, dignified, and righteous.
The first sound came from afar. When the voice faded, the person was already in front of him.
One of his palms straightened like a knife and slashed down diagonally.
Although it was a palm of flesh, it was like a heavenly knife.
Because everything in front of him seemed to be separated by this "knife"!
This was the cycle of nature. It was destined to be like this.
Wang Yiwu had no choice but to withdraw his hand.
He even had to take two steps back so that he could maintain his peak attacking posture in front of the fierce aura.
…
In the Grand Marshal's residence, Wen Lianmu, who was drinking tea, suddenly stood up.
"How could it be?"
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