Undefeated Soldier King

At this moment, Qian Biao's face was filled with shock. Over all these years, his identity had never been exposed. 

Yet today, the moment he made his move, he was recognized—and by someone so young, no less. 

Ma Chao sneered, "Who am I? A deserter from the Northern Frontier has no right to know!" 

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Chao vanished from his spot in a flash. 

Qian Biao felt as if a ferocious beast had suddenly unleashed its full power, its overwhelming aura completely suppressing him. 

Not daring to be careless, he gripped his dagger tightly and swung it wildly, engaging Ma Chao in fierce combat. 

"Is this all you've got?" 

Ma Chao sent Qian Biao flying back over ten meters with a single punch, his expression icy. 

After their brief exchange, Qian Biao's eyes were filled with horror. "Northern Frontier combat techniques!" 

Only now did he realize that his opponent also hailed from the Northern Frontier. 

During his time there, Qian Biao had been recognized as the King of the Night, one of the strongest warriors at the peak. Yet now, he was facing a young man around twenty-five years old who was even more powerful than him. 

It was clear that this man was no ordinary figure in the Northern Frontier either. Fear flickered in Qian Biao's pupils. 

He feared neither life nor death, but he dreaded the shame his actions over the years might bring to the Northern Frontier. 

"Again!" 

Seeing that Qian Biao remained silent, Ma Chao suddenly darted forward, charging at him once more. 

Feeling Ma Chao's overwhelming fighting spirit, Qian Biao had no choice but to fight back, even if he was outmatched. He had to give it his all. 

Nearby, Senba watched with wide eyes, his face filled with astonishment. 

The sheer combat prowess displayed by both Ma Chao and Qian Biao was beyond anything he had ever imagined. 

He couldn't even track their movements clearly—only two blurred figures clashing repeatedly, leaving his vision spinning. 

"Enough playing around!" 

Ma Chao suddenly let out a cold laugh. As his voice fell, he threw a devastating punch. 

**Boom!** 

Qian Biao's chest was struck as if hit by a sledgehammer, sending his body flying backward. With a **clang**, his dagger fell to the ground. 

Ma Chao strode over to Qian Biao, looking down at him with disdain. "The so-called King of the Night is nothing special." 

"Who the hell are you?" Qian Biao wiped the blood from his lips and gritted his teeth. 

"A deserter has no right to ask for my identity," Ma Chao retorted scornfully. 

"Shut up! I'm not a deserter! I'm not!" Qian Biao roared furiously, his emotions boiling over. 

"In the Northern Frontier, the name of every martyr is engraved in the hearts of every soldier. Your name—King of the Night—is among them. I could recite your life story from memory!" 

"Qian Biao, male, Han ethnicity, thirty-five years old. King of the Night in the Northern Frontier. Awarded first-class merit once, second-class merit three times, first-class military honors six times, second-class military honors ten times." 

"Comrade Qian Biao participated in one hundred and eight assassination missions, succeeding in every single one. He repeatedly competed in international combat tournaments, placing second three times and winning the championship twice. He took part in numerous rescue operations..." 

Ma Chao listed every achievement in Qian Biao's life, and with each one spoken, Qian Biao's face twisted further in agony. 

By the end, Qian Biao was in utter anguish. "Shut up! Stop talking! Just stop!" 

These honors had been buried deep in his heart, a source of eternal pain. Now, Ma Chao was dragging them all into the light. 

Ma Chao sneered. "In the Northern Frontier, you're a hero mourned by all. Yet you? You became a deserter. You let everyone remember you as a legend, weeping when they speak of your deeds. You're not just a deserter—you're a fraud!" 

His words were like daggers, stabbing straight into Qian Biao's heart. 

"Please... stop..." 

Qian Biao knelt on the ground, tears of torment streaming down his face. 

"Originally, just for attempting to assassinate the Guardian of the Northern Frontier, I would have the authority to execute you on the spot. But the Guardian has said that the Northern Frontier never turns on its own." 

Ma Chao continued coldly, "But if there's a next time—even if it means disobeying the Guardian's orders—I won't let you off." 

With that, he turned and walked away. 

Qian Biao stood frozen, Ma Chao's words echoing in his mind. The phrase **Guardian of the Northern Frontier** shocked him to his core. 

The Yang Family had sent him to Jiangzhou to assassinate Yang Chen. Ma Chao had been waiting for him here, and now he had said that the target was the Guardian of the Northern Frontier. 

Did that mean... **Yang Chen was the Guardian?** 

By the time he snapped out of it, Ma Chao had already boarded the black Wrangler, and Senba drove off. 

**Boom—CRACK!** 

A bolt of lightning split the sky, and torrential rain poured down instantly. 

Qian Biao knelt in the downpour, drenched to the bone. He raised his head and let out a heart-wrenching roar, his face twisted in grief. 

--- 

When Ma Chao met Yang Chen on the top floor of Yanchen Group, he recounted everything about Qian Biao's background. 

Yang Chen narrowed his eyes. "The Northern Frontier doesn't produce cowards. I refuse to believe the King of the Night would desert." 

This wasn't blind confidence—it was his faith in the Northern Frontier. 

"He must have some unspeakable reason. When I listed his achievements, he seemed tormented. It's clear he still has deep feelings for the Northern Frontier," Ma Chao added. 

"Investigate immediately. Find out what trouble he's in," Yang Chen ordered. 

"Yes, Brother Chen!" 

After Ma Chao left, Yang Chen stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing northward with a hint of nostalgia in his heart. 

--- 

**Yang Family Mansion, Zhou City.** 

Seeing Qian Biao return suddenly, Yang Xiangming grinned arrogantly. "As expected, Mr. Qian never fails!" 

Yang Wei was still in the ICU. His life had been saved, but his tendons had been severed, and his bones crushed beyond repair. He would be bedridden for the rest of his life. 

Since Yang Wei was Yang Xiangming's most favored grandson, his current state had filled the old man with murderous rage toward Yang Chen. 

Just as the Yang family members were about to thank Qian Biao, he walked straight up to Yang Xiangming and said calmly, "Patriarch Yang, I apologize for disappointing you." 

Yang Xiangming's smile froze. Displeasure flickered in his eyes. "Qian Biao, what do you mean by this?" 

"This mission... I cannot accept it." 

Qian Biao spoke impassively. "I have served the Yang family for eight years. I've saved your life and accomplished many tasks for you. The debt I owed for your family saving me has long been repaid. It's time for me to leave." 

Yang Xiangming's face darkened. Over the years, with Qian Biao by his side, he had acted without fear, making many enemies. If Qian Biao left now, his position would become precarious. 

"What happened that would make you abandon my family?" Yang Xiangming asked, unwilling to accept it. 

"You've offended someone—someone far beyond your reach. The Yang family... is doomed." Qian Biao stated flatly. 

**"Outrageous!"** 

His blunt words enraged Yang Xiangming. "My Yang family rose from obscurity to where we are today. What kind of powerful figures haven't we seen? Forget a small place like Zhou City—even across the entire Jiangping Province, who dares claim they can destroy my Yang family?"