Chapter 104: The Crimson Commander

At this moment, Chen Erpao had no finesse or technique to rely on—only an endless, relentless charge forward. Pain flickered across Chen Liu’s face, but she gritted her teeth and forced a smile, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. It was unclear whether they were tears of pain or happiness.

After Chen Erpao’s cultivation in the first level of the Nirvana Saint realm reached completion, his physique improved dramatically. His skin now bore a faint bronze hue—a sign that he was on the verge of ascending to the second level of Nirvana Saint. Once he reached the second level, the hardened energy generated by Nirvana Saint would permeate his entire body, his skin taking on a bronze glow. Should he achieve the legendary state of ultimate perfection, his body would transform profoundly, somewhat reminiscent of the eighteen bronze warriors of Shaolin portrayed in television dramas. Though not as exaggerated, the transformation was wondrous and unlike ordinary martial arts.

After a long while, both their bodies twitched simultaneously, reaching a peak together. A faint blush appeared on Chen Liu’s pale, bare skin. Though she had long since lost her innocence to Li Ziyang and was no longer a virgin, today she experienced pain no less intense than that first time. Yet her heart was filled with immense joy and happiness.

Chen Erpao lowered his head, resting between Chen Liu’s breasts, feeling the energy that had been concentrated in his lower body. Except for a tiny fraction that entered her, the rest softened instantly and flowed back through his body. His strength, constitution, and other attributes surged once again. With the help of the absorbed snake blood energy, his Nirvana Saint cultivation broke through from its first level to the second.

In an instant, Chen Erpao unleashed the hardened energy generated by Nirvana Saint to its fullest extent. His skin changed dramatically, bronze spreading across every inch of his body, giving him the awe-inspiring presence of an ancient martial god descended upon the mortal realm, imbued with a hint of sanctity.

Chen Liu stared in astonishment, her mouth agape. The man before her had completely shattered her previous understanding. At this moment, he stood tall and proud, extraordinary and imposing, as if everything in the world paled before him.

Chen Erpao paid no mind to her expression, his heart brimming with excitement. He immediately gathered all the hardened energy into his right palm. Suddenly, something even more astonishing appeared. His right palm transformed as if forged from golden bronze, starkly different from the skin on the rest of his body, standing out prominently.

He slowly placed his right palm on Chen Liu’s exposed skin. “Ah, it’s so hot,” she exclaimed. Where his palm touched, the skin flushed red. Though he merely pressed lightly, a faint palm imprint was left behind.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” Chen Erpao quickly withdrew the hardened energy, apologizing as he gently rubbed the reddened spot.

Chen Liu smiled faintly and shook her head. “No, it just felt hot for a moment, like a great mountain pressing down on me.”

Chen Erpao looked thoughtful. He hadn’t expected the Nirvana Saint’s second level to have such a potent effect. Anyone struck by that palm would suffer damage no less than from top-tier palm techniques like the Heartbreaking Palm or the Fierce Fire and Ice Palm.

Having absorbed the snake blood’s energy three times, only a small amount remained unassimilated within him. One more absorption would likely complete the process. To be honest, Chen Erpao was deeply grateful to that giant python. Without it, his rapid strength increase would have been impossible. Now, having reached the second level of Nirvana Saint, his power had grown exponentially. By the standards of the martial world’s realms, Chen Erpao had risen to the mid-tier Grandmaster level. Achieving this before the age of thirty was rare among the countless martial heroes and prodigies throughout history.

After their encounter, Chen Erpao maintained his habit of smoking a cigarette, paying no attention to Chen Liu lying quietly beside him.

Chen Liu, exhausted and weak from his almost beast-like, relentless intensity, suddenly felt a surge of energy enter her body as Chen Erpao’s Yang energy released. Not only did it instantly restore her weary form, but it made her even stronger than before. Looking at the man beside her with his broad chest that seemed to shelter her from all storms, she instinctively leaned upon him, enveloped by his powerful presence.

Chen Erpao gazed at the snow-white beauty before him, his desire stirring once more. Chen Liu turned her head with a faint, alluring smile and suddenly bent down...

“Ah,” Chen Erpao softly murmured, surprised by her unabashed boldness. He thought to himself that perhaps having her as the woman behind him was indeed worthwhile.

After another passionate encounter, Chen Erpao rejected Chen Liu’s plea for him to stay the night. By the time he returned to the city garden, it was nearly midnight.

At this time, two Blood Hall elites dispatched by Liu Huagang were tailing the mainlanders who had been severely beaten earlier on campus. They had followed them to the entrance of a rented apartment.

“I’ll keep watch here. You quickly report back to the hall master,” one Blood Hall elite whispered before the other nodded and swiftly departed.

Chen Erpao received Liu Huagang’s report the next noon. According to the intelligence, the group consisted of fifteen people, all speaking with mainland accents. They appeared to be affiliated with several mainland factions, including the Iron Sword Sect and the Tongbei Fist Sect.

Chen Erpao did not order an immediate strike but instructed Liu Huagang to quietly surround them. These people intended harm against Wang Xuemei, which he would never tolerate. He planned to personally deal with them that night, hoping to extract information about the other major mainland alliances from their mouths.

After work, a stretched Bentley with the license plate bearing five eights pulled up in front of the rental house. Nearly a hundred Blood Hall members, long stationed nearby, swiftly emerged from the surroundings.

“Brother Pao, these men come from three mainland factions. They’re spread across the second and third floors. We’ve also stationed guards at the back. They won’t be able to escape even if they sprout wings,” Liu Huagang said solemnly. After countless bloody battles recently, his aura of menace was second only to Chen Erpao. His strength even surpassed Wang Xing. Under his leadership, the Blood Hall had earned the nickname “Blood Squad” in Hong Kong’s underworld, and he himself was known as the Crimson Commander. His fearsome reputation had grown immensely in recent times.

Chen Erpao spoke calmly, “Begin.”

To show mercy toward any enemy who sought to harm those close to him was nonsense. He would never allow the tragedy that befell his parents and family to repeat.