At that moment, the arrogant voice rang out again from the arena.
It was the burly man in the blue tank top mocking the people below. Clearly, he held no one in regard, adopting an attitude of self-importance.
Old Yuan, witnessing this scene, was livid, his face turning pale. Pointing at the burly man on the stage, he said to Lin Beichen, "Mr. Lin, do you see that guy? He is currently our number one enemy. If you can help us defeat him, we will definitely offer you one million."
Lin Beichen raised his head to look at the stage upon hearing this, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes. He smiled slightly and nodded, "Alright, let me meet this arrogant fellow." With that, he stepped towards the arena.
"If you give me fifty-one percent of the shares, I can help your club prosper; otherwise, I have ways to make your club collapse, believe it or not?" The tone was slightly arrogant and threatening.
This kind of demand for the majority of shares with the opening remarks was even more domineering than bandits.
Despite his anger, Old Yuan, considering the disparity in strength, had to temporarily suppress it and did not act immediately.
"You, Ye, are daydreaming." Old Yuan pointed to Lin Beichen beside him and said to Ye Shengguang, "Want the shares? Win against him first."
Ye Shengguang snorted disdainfully, walked down from the stage, glanced at Lin Beichen, and curled his lips into a sneer: "Little guy, it seems Old Yuan gave you a lot of benefits so that you have the courage to stand here."
He flexed his wrist, his bones crackling as if declaring his strength. He glared at Lin Beichen and threatened, "If you don't want to get hurt, leave now. Otherwise, I don't mind letting you taste my fists."
In Ye Shengguang's eyes, Lin Beichen was just a weakling temporarily brought in to make up numbers, a fool blinded by interests. He was confident, thinking he could knock the boy down with one punch.
However, Lin Beichen remained unfazed, raising his head to meet Ye Shengguang's gaze, coldly laughing: "You think defeating a few people makes you something special? You can be arrogant in front of me? Who gave you the courage? Is it Liang Jingru?"
"Bastard!" Ye Shengguang roared, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Lin Beichen. He charged at Lin Beichen with fists the size of casserole lids aimed straight for Beichen's head.
The power of this punch was like a knife slicing through the sky, the air seeming to tear apart, the sound of sonic booms ringing incessantly. The magnitude, speed, and cunning angle of this punch showcased Ye Shengguang's Taekwondo skills.
Yet at the moment the fist was about to hit the target, Lin Beichen abruptly reached out and grasped Ye Shengguang's wrist. The surging power seemed to disappear without a trace at that instant.
Ye Shengguang stared wide-eyed at Lin Beichen's mocking cold smile, his mind overwhelmed with shock.
He asked himself, was this punch not enough to shatter stone slabs, let alone flesh and blood?
But the guy in front of him easily caught his fist and completely neutralized its force.
"Impossible!" Ye Shengguang shouted, unwilling to accept this reality. He stomped heavily on the marble floor, which shattered instantly underfoot, using the counterforce to leap up and kick towards Lin Beichen's chest.
This kick carried the might of wind and thunder, its momentum overwhelming, seemingly intent on destroying everything.
The spectators gasped and exclaimed repeatedly, unable to imagine what kind of damage this kick would inflict on a human body.
Yet faced with this terrifying strike, Lin Beichen just coldly chuckled, extending his hand to grab Ye Shengguang's ankle.
With a "crack," the sound of bones breaking was followed by Ye Shengguang's piercing scream.
Lin Beichen swept his hand, and Ye Shengguang flew out like a kite with a broken string.
Immediately, Lin Beichen kicked Ye Shengguang in the chest, sending him flying a dozen meters away to crash heavily on the wall.
The wall instantly showed several crevices, as if it would collapse at any moment. Ye Shengguang lay limp on the ground like a pile of mud, unable to move.
"An ant-like being dares to be arrogant in front of me?"
Lin Beichen walked up to Ye Shengguang, gazed down at him, and said calmly, "Take your people and get out of here. Dare to come here again, and I'll hit you each time I see you."
The crowd had fallen into a dead silence, unable to comprehend that this seemingly frail young man possessed such terrifying strength.
Old Yuan too stared at Lin Beichen, face full of shock, realizing he had misjudged terribly.
So young, yet possessing such incredible strength, truly unbelievable.
In Old Yuan's mind resounded Zhou Haiping's words: "This person's strength is comparable to ancient grandmasters, capable of shattering stone tablets." Now, this is not just figurative but a true portrayal.
Ye Shengguang struggled to stand with the help of the wall, eyes filled with horror. He looked at Lin Beichen, his voice trembling as he asked, "Who are you really? How can you possess such great strength?" Self-titled as a leader in Port City's Taekwondo world with some international fame, yet now, before Lin Beichen, he seemed so vulnerable.
Lin Beichen glanced at Ye Shengguang coldly, his lips curling into a disdainful smile, pointing towards the door, he said coolly, "You still haven't left? Want me to personally escort you?" That glance seemingly placed Ye Shengguang into endless fear, as he mechanically stood and staggered towards the door.
Almost at the door, it seemed Ye Shengguang regained some sense, turning to point at Lin Beichen, shouting fearfully, "Devil, he's a devil!" The voice, full of hopelessness and dread.
At that moment, a tall and muscular man entered, dressed in a long white sleeve, and short hair like thorns, exuding a strong sense of oppression. It was Luo Ren, an important figure of the Luo Family, also Ye Shengguang's boss.
Luo Ren glanced at Lin Beichen, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, and he said, "Such skilled martial arts, even Shengguang is not your match. Your abilities would have qualified you as a grandmaster a hundred years ago." He paused, then extended a hand saying, "Rare to encounter such a master, why don't we spar?"
Seeing Luo Ren appear, Old Yuan's face immediately turned unpleasant, glaring at Luo Ren, he said angrily, "Luo Ren, what are you doing here? You're not welcome!" Knowing Luo Ren came with ill intentions.
Yet Luo Ren ignored Old Yuan's fury, kept his eyes on Lin Beichen, waiting for his response. Lin Beichen looked Luo Ren over from top to bottom, then sneered and said, "You? You're no better than Ye Shengguang, what qualifies you to spar with me?"
This remark caused a commotion. No one could believe their ears; Lin Beichen dared to ridicule Luo Ren like this! To know, Luo Ren is a key figure in one of Port City's four major families! His status and position are significant in Port City!
Luo Ren's expression instantly turned sullen, he frowned at Lin Beichen, saying, "Youth's confidence is good, but overconfidence is arrogance. I hope you can realize reality and not do things you'll regret."
"Mr. Lin." Old Yuan hurriedly went to Lin Beichen's side to quietly advise, "The Luo Family is not to be trifled with, quickly apologize. Otherwise, if Luo Ren truly gets angry, the consequences are unimaginable!"
However, Lin Beichen seemed not to hear their words, coldly gazing at Luo Ren and Ye Shengguang, disdainful smiles on his face. This kind of smile made them inexplicably fearful, like being eyed by a ferocious beast.
At this moment, Ye Shengguang suddenly roared, holding a metal lamp weighing dozens of pounds, fiercely smashing it towards Lin Beichen's rear head! This sudden sneak attack dumbfounded everyone!