chapter 32 Warrior level?

"I think I understand the situation between Brother Cao and you. Let me offer a suggestion," James Yuan continued. "I'll have Roger give you two five million, and we can put this matter to rest. What do you think, gentlemen?" "Haha, if my calculations are correct, he must have pocketed over a billion in that community alone," Randy Ling said, raising his teacup to take a sip. "And now you want him to settle for five million? What do you think my response will be?" "Brother, peace is of utmost importance!" A hint of anger began to creep across James Yuan's face. He had already lowered his tone considerably, but it seemed that Randy Ling wasn't buying it just yet. Even a humble person has their limits, especially someone who has held a high position for a long time! "If you're going to take care of this, then instruct your people to act swiftly. After this discussion, I need to get some rest, as I have to wake up early to be with my daughter tomorrow!" "Huh!?" James Yuan's patience had worn thin, and an icy demeanor radiated from him. "Alright, I don't have time to waste with you here!" Randy Ling's tone grew stern. "No matter who discusses this matter, it won't work. If I don't see him going to the community to repay the money tomorrow, I'll shut down his company!" "In that case, let me see what you're capable of!" After James Yuan finished speaking, he turned to the lean old man behind him. "Old Ying, please handle this." "Of course," the lean old man nodded and walked out, his eyes gleaming as he glanced at Ling Hao and Randy Ling. Although Randy Ling and Sherod were formidable, it didn't mean he had to swallow his anger every time. After all, he was also the king of Dongzhou's underground world. How could he tolerate two youngsters being so audacious? "Not bad," Randy Ling remarked, calmly studying the situation. "With half a foot into the combat master level, he should be considered the top figure in Dongzhou." The term "martial arts practitioners" certainly didn't apply to ordinary folks. "If my guess is correct, both of you are martial arts practitioners, am I right?" "My name is Hou Ying, and may I have your names?" Each realm was divided into five levels: initial achievement, minor achievement, major achievement, peak, and perfection. To ordinary people, some martial artists could only be considered beginners, while common thugs weren't even in the same league as warriors. Martial cultivation began at the lowest level with combatants, progressing to warriors. Beyond warriors were battle instructors, followed by battle commanders, and then battle deities... There were no limits to martial arts. "Huh!?" Hou Ying didn't expect Randy Ling to gauge his cultivation level so easily, causing his eyes to narrow slightly. "While your cultivation may pass for ordinary people, you're still too weak," Randy Ling continued calmly. Randy Ling had just mentioned that the old man was nearly at the battle instructor level, which surprised him. They were well aware of Elder Ying's prowess. While they wouldn't claim he was invincible in Dongzhou, he could undoubtedly be ranked among the top three. Among the so-called gold medal fighters in the underground world, no one could hold their own against Elder Ying for more than a minute. Whoosh! As Randy Ling spoke, everyone on James Yuan's side stared at him with expressions that suggested they thought he was mentally challenged. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! As these words left Randy Ling's mouth, a pair of hands formed into eagle-like claws, leaving several afterimages in the air as they swiftly lunged toward Randy Ling. And now, a young man under thirty was claiming that Mr. Ying was too weak. He was both ignorant and fearless! "It's not often I meet fellow martial artists; it's a good opportunity for us to learn from each other," the old man said, taking a deep breath and narrowing his eyes. "Please, enlighten me." "Huh!?" Sherod Lu's aura fluctuated, causing the old man's pupils to shrink into pinpricks. It was at that moment that he finally realized the gravity of the situation. It was absurd for him to think he could compete with the other party. It was sheer recklessness! "Can't you have a little self-awareness? Why don't you accept that you're too weak?" Before Randy Ling could make a move, Sherod Lu spoke calmly, then unleashed a powerful palm strike. The seemingly casual palm contained explosive energy, and it swept toward the old man like a hurricane, producing a sharp whistling sound. There was a muffled thud, and Hou Ying was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. After soaring more than ten meters, he crashed heavily into the ground, coughing up a large mouthful of blood. This was clearly the result of Sherod Lu restraining himself; otherwise, Hou Ying would have been a lifeless corpse by now! He had tried to evade, but the gap in their cultivation levels was insurmountable, leaving him with no chance to dodge. Bang! The number one fighter in Dongzhou's underground world had been effortlessly dispatched with a single casual palm strike!? Unless you witnessed it firsthand, who would believe it? Silence. The room fell into an eerie silence, where you could hear a pin drop. "You... you're actually at the battle instructor level?" the old man lying on the ground exclaimed in horror, his heart in turmoil. "Battle instructor level? Haha..." Sherod Lu shrugged dismissively, ignoring the old man. As the right-hand man of the West's King, if he were merely at the Instructor level, he would have been the subject of ridicule long ago! He never imagined he would encounter a legendary battle instructor-level fighter in his lifetime, and he could now die without regrets. James Yuan let out a heavy sigh, his face turning extremely unpleasant. "Brother, in Dongzhou, fists aren't everything. If you truly want to get things done, I, James Yuan, am not as intolerable as you think. I..." "Eighth Master, it seems your men aren't up to the task. Would you like to call for reinforcements?" Randy Ling interjected, glancing at James Yuan with a faint smile. Whoosh! Simultaneously, a group of gangsters standing at the door, bewildered by the unfolding events, were sent flying into the hall one after another. They landed heavily on the ground, unconscious. After a moment, Webb Shen and an elderly man named Tang hurriedly approached. "James Yuan, have you lost your mind?" a voice interrupted. Bang! Bang! Bang! In particular, James Yuan had a history from about a year ago when Webb Shen arrived in Dongzhou. He had tried to assert dominance over Shen Le but had ended up with a knife at his throat, courtesy of Webb's associates. At that time, if someone hadn't intervened on James Yuan's behalf, he would have been in dire straits. "Master Shen!?" James Yuan and Roger Cao were both astonished when they saw Webb Shen. As prominent figures in Dongzhou City, they instantly recognized Webb Shen, understanding that he was a revered figure they held in high regard. After that incident, James Yuan had his people thoroughly investigate Webb Shen's background, and when all the information was gathered, he felt incredibly fortunate to be alive. Not only in Dongzhou, but even in the broader territory, Webb Shen's background was a renowned presence. With Webb Shen's power, eliminating James Yuan would have been as effortless as squashing an ant. From that moment onward, James Yuan had fully submitted to Webb Shen. Over the past year, he had undertaken several tasks to help Webb Shen and had finally gained some recognition from him. "Master Shen, do you know them?" James Yuan took a deep breath and quickly approached after a pause.