Undefeated Soldier King

When Yang Xiangming saw Yang Wei, he was covered in blood, his limbs crippled, and completely unconscious—whether he would wake up was unknown. 

"Yang Chen, I want you dead!" 

Yang Xiangming's face twisted with fury as he turned to a middle-aged man behind him and roared, "Qian Biao, go to Jiangzhou yourself and bring that brat Yang Chen to me! I want to kill him with my own hands!" 

Qian Biao was the strongest fighter in the Yang family. Years ago, the Yangs had saved his life, so he had been working for them ever since. 

The Yang family's rise from a minor clan to a top-tier family was due not only to Yang Xiangming's ruthlessness but also to Qian Biao's presence. 

No one had dared to provoke the Yang family like this in all these years, which showed just how furious Yang Xiangming was now. 

"Master, perhaps we should wait for Yang Wei to wake up first, find out what really happened, and then make a plan?" 

The old butler spoke cautiously. He had a feeling that everything happening to the Yang family, including Yang Wei being beaten half to death and dumped at their doorstep, was the work of the same person. 

Yang Xiangming frowned, displeased. "I know what I'm doing. Do as I say!" 

Without a word, Qian Biao turned and left. 

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**Jiangzhou, Top Floor of Yancheng Group, Chairman's Office.** 

Yang Chen was reading a newspaper when his phone rang. He pressed the speaker button without looking up. 

"Mr. Yang, as per your instructions, Yang Wei has been crippled and left at the Yang family's doorstep." 

The respectful voice of Guan Zhengshan came through the speaker. Then he added, "But our informant in Zhoucheng just reported that Yang Xiangming has sent Qian Biao, vowing to kill you." 

Yang Chen didn't even lift his head, still reading the newspaper, and responded indifferently, "No need to report such trivial matters to me in the future." 

Guan Zhengshan felt a chill but continued honestly, "Mr. Yang, this Qian Biao is no ordinary man. He's extremely powerful. The Yang family was just a minor clan before, and their rise to a top-tier family was entirely due to Qian Biao. Anyone who crossed the Yangs was secretly assassinated by him." 

"Rumor has it that even the top families in Zhoucheng dare not act rashly against the Yangs because they fear Qian Biao. Some say his strength is unmatched even in the provincial capital." 

Guan Zhengshan didn't dare hide anything. After his experience in the death cell, he was utterly terrified of Yang Chen. 

Yang Chen could sense Guan Zhengshan's change in attitude and smiled faintly. "You just need to understand that no one in all of Jiuzhou can kill me." 

Hearing this, Guan Zhengshan shuddered, his heart pounding. Yang Chen's words were also a warning to him. 

"I overstepped. In that case, I won't disturb you further, Mr. Yang." 

With that, Guan Zhengshan hung up. 

Yang Chen's lips curled slightly. "Maybe I should let Samba test his skills." 

Given his and Ma Chao's strength, someone like Qian Biao could be obliterated in an instant. 

Samba, despite being the Black Country's boxing champion, was merely a public figure. Many hidden experts could easily kill him. 

Soon, Samba received Yang Chen's order and set off alone for the only road connecting Zhoucheng to Jiangzhou. 

"Keep an eye on him from the shadows. Don't let Samba get hurt." 

Still uneasy, Yang Chen gave Ma Chao an additional instruction. 

"Understood!" 

Ma Chao turned and left. 

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**One kilometer from the Jiangzhou Expressway exit, at a fork in the road, a black Jeep Wrangler was parked.** 

This was the only route from Zhoucheng to Jiangzhou. 

Leaning against the Jeep's door, Samba stared coldly at the passing vehicles. 

Suddenly, a black Lexus appeared. Samba flicked away his cigarette butt, picked up half a brick from the ground, and hurled it. 

*Bang!* 

The brick struck the Lexus's windshield, instantly cracking it like a spiderweb. At the center of the cracks was a hole—the brick had flown straight into the car. 

*Screech!* 

The tires screeched as the Lexus came to a stop on the roadside. 

A middle-aged man stepped out, his face dark as he glared at Samba before walking toward him. 

This man was none other than the Yang family's top enforcer, Qian Biao. 

The moment he stepped out, Samba felt an overwhelming murderous aura. His expression turned grave—this man was a true expert. 

"Did Yang Chen send you?" 

Qian Biao easily guessed Samba's purpose. 

Samba sneered. "You think you're worthy of killing Mr. Yang?" 

Without another word, Samba charged at Qian Biao, fists flying. 

"Overestimating yourself." 

Qian Biao's voice was icy as he strode forward, unfazed. 

In the next instant, Samba's fist shot toward him. 

*Thud!* 

In a flash, Qian Biao raised an arm and effortlessly caught Samba's punch. 

Samba's face paled. He knew exactly how much force he had put into that punch, yet the man had stopped it with ease. This opponent was far stronger than him. 

"Is this all you've got? And you dare block me?" 

Qian Biao smirked. His other hand suddenly produced a gleaming dagger, and without hesitation, he thrust it toward Samba's throat. 

Samba hadn't expected his opponent to pull out a blade so quickly. A surge of danger overwhelmed him as he threw another desperate punch. 

*Thump!* 

Samba's fist struck Qian Biao's wrist, barely altering the dagger's path—but not enough to stop it. 

Just as the blade was about to pierce Samba's throat, a figure shot forward like lightning. 

"Get lost!" 

Ma Chao, who had been hiding in the shadows, lunged like a beast, his fist slamming into Qian Biao's chest. 

Qian Biao felt an immense force crash into him, sending him stumbling back seven or eight steps before he regained his footing. 

Gasping for breath, Samba stared at Ma Chao—he had been a hair's breadth from death. 

"You're no match for him. Step aside." 

Ma Chao's eyes remained locked on Qian Biao. 

Even Ma Chao felt a sliver of danger from Qian Biao—proof of the man's terrifying strength. 

Qian Biao's blood churned, his face filled with shock. That single punch from Ma Chao had sent him reeling. 

"Who are you?" Qian Biao asked after steadying himself. 

"A warrior of the Northern Border, reduced to an assassin? You disgrace the name." 

Ma Chao's voice was icy. The moment Qian Biao struck, he had recognized the assassination techniques—they were from the Northern Border. 

Hearing this, Qian Biao trembled, his face twisting in disbelief. "Y-you… Who are you?"