The city's number one tycoon

Chapter 540

Bang!

The black ribbon collided violently with Ma Yunteng's body, as if causing the surrounding air to tremble violently.

Seeing that Ma Yunteng could easily deflect his attack, the old man couldn't help but be surprised. He hadn't held back at all in his attack just now; even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would turn into a cloud of blood mist in front of him.

However, Ma Yunteng managed to deflect this attack so easily.

"Young man, I must say you have truly impressed me." The old man looked at Ma Yunteng, who stood motionless in place, and couldn't help but sigh. "How about this, if you are defeated and become my disciple, I will impart to you unparalleled cultivation and make you the man standing at the very top of this world!"

At that moment, a bold idea came to the old man's mind.

Since Ma Yunteng's plan had nothing to do with it, it meant that Ma Yunteng had not yet entered Wangyue Pavilion, let alone become a disciple of that old man. He believed that if Ma Yunteng was willing to become his disciple, he could train Ma Yunteng to become one of the most powerful people in the world.

At that time, Ma Yunteng will become the most mysterious killing weapon in his hands.

Even destroying Wangyue Pavilion wouldn't be a problem!

"Are you an idiot?" Hearing the old man say this, Ma Yunteng suddenly felt ridiculous. The old man's words made it seem as if he had already won, and he was actually shamelessly asking Ma Yunteng to become his disciple.

The question is, is it even possible?

"Young man, you probably don't know who I am!"

The old man withdrew his hand, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at Ma Yunteng with a deep gaze. He proudly said, "I am the president of the Mitsui-sha! Ichiro Michimoto! As long as you become my disciple, I can give you endless money, countless women, and boundless wealth and luxury!"

"Ha ha!"

Ma Yunteng couldn't help but burst into laughter!

That name is absolutely disgusting!

"Ichiro Michimoto?" Ma Yunteng looked at him exaggeratedly and shouted, "Is it because your wife has been with someone else that you gave her such a fitting name?" Ma Yunteng felt that the Japanese were really shameless. How could they come up with such a name? The film and television culture of the island nation is really everywhere.

"You're courting death!" The old man could naturally hear the mockery in Ma Yunteng's words. Immediately, his face darkened, and his figure vanished from Ma Yunteng's sight. His hands slammed towards Ma Yunteng's chest in an extremely tricky arc. This palm technique was called the Mountain-Shattering Palm, which only cultivators at the Nascent Soul Realm were qualified to practice. Its power was immense and unparalleled, capable of directly shattering a mountain peak.

"Holy crap!"

As he watched the hand grow larger and larger in his pupils, a look of caution appeared on Ma Yunteng's face. Just now, when the old man struck out, he noticed that the river water beside him suddenly surged with two rows of turbid waves more than ten meters high! His body was as if it were in the center of a whirlwind. If it weren't for his heroic aura protecting him, Ma Yunteng would have been killed by this terrifying aura.

"If you don't want to become my disciple, then die!" the old man sneered, his palm, imbued with terrifying energy, slamming directly towards Ma Yunteng's chest.

He was absolutely confident that this palm strike would instantly kill Ma Yunteng.

"Old man, I'm here." Just then, a faint, cold laugh suddenly came from behind the old man.

The old man turned around in alarm and saw Ma Yunteng appear behind him. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You'll soon find out that in the face of true strength, any tricks are just fancy!"

With a flick of his hand, the old man unleashed a series of terrifying black streaks that hurtled towards Ma Yunteng.

Bang bang bang!

Sensing the opponent's increasingly fierce and terrifying attacks, Ma Yunteng focused all his attention on dodging them. His body was like a ghost, disappearing as soon as he regained his footing. He knew that if he were hit by any of the opponent's attacks, he would die instantly.

"Damn, that's ruthless!"

Ma Yunteng felt that every attack from his opponent was aimed at killing him. He dodged left and right, but couldn't find any chance to fight back. After about a minute, Ma Yunteng was already breathing heavily from exhaustion.

"Still trying to dodge?" Ichiro Michimoto stopped attacking and looked at Ma Yunteng with contempt in his eyes!

"Damn it, I'll kill you!" As Ma Yunteng fled, his arm was accidentally slashed by a black streak, instantly slicing off a large patch of skin, and bright red blood was slowly oozing out!

Seeing the blood dripping from Ma Yunteng's arm, the old man couldn't help but sneer. But the next second, his sneer froze, because he saw a ball of white flame burst out from Ma Yunteng's palm. Before he could react, the flame had already reached his eyes! 百镀一下“The City's Number One Tycoon爪书屋”最新章节第一时间免费阅读。

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Chapter 413 Absolutely True

Sizzle...

The pale white flames engulfed the old man.

Before the old man could even react to what the pale white flame was, he was instantly burned to ashes.

A few wisps of white powder slowly drifted down from the air.

"A Nascent Soul cultivator is terrifying indeed." Seeing that his opponent had been burned to dust by the cold fire, Ma Yunteng breathed a long sigh of relief. For a moment, he felt that he could no longer deflect the opponent's attack. Fortunately, he had the trump card of the cold fire, otherwise he would definitely have been defeated here today.

"Host, please clean up the traces." The system's voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

Ma Yunteng nodded. Just as the system had told him before, many people were already watching him, so he had to be careful in everything he did. If his secrets were discovered by others, it would definitely bring him immeasurable trouble.

After regaining his composure, Ma Yunteng no longer hesitated. He gently shook his hands, and a powerful burst of heroic energy suddenly emerged, instantly blowing the scattered white powder into the river, where it disappeared without a trace.

Boom!

In a secluded room of the Sanjin Society, a jade slip inscribed with the name of Ichiro Michimoto on the table shattered with a crash, scattering across the floor.

Damn it!

An old man in black suddenly appeared at the scene. Looking at the jade slip that had suddenly shattered, a murderous intent suddenly surged in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Master?" a member of the Mitsui Society asked in confusion.

"The president is dead, and he died a horrible death!" The old man in black was named Daoben Tairou, the biological older brother of Daoben Ichiro. There were three brothers in total. He was the eldest. His younger brother, Daoben Ichiro, had the highest talent in cultivation and became the president of the Mitsui Society. Daoben Saburo died because he forcibly broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm. As the biological older brother of the two, he had average talent and hid in the Mitsui Society for decades, but he was still unable to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

"What..." The Mitsui-sha member stared at Domoto Taro in shock. "How is this possible? President Ichiro has already broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm. In the entire island nation, who could kill the president?"