Elder Chen's interference grew increasingly fierce.
If before he had been testing Zhang Beixing's footwork with the playful mindset of a prankster, now he was hell-bent on throwing Zhang Beixing off the Warrior's Bridge!
His feet stomped on the bridge faster and faster, nearly blurring into afterimages. He shook the Warrior's Bridge so violently that the structure seemed unable to withstand the force, letting out an anguished groan.
"CREAK... CREAK..."
Accompanied by the wooden bridge's groans, Chen family disciples were tossed into the river one after another, emerging like drowned rats.
Fewer and fewer people remained on the bridge; the young men of the Chen Family, Zhang Beixing's peers, had long since vanished.
By now, only Zhang Beixing, the middle-aged Chen Fenghua, and his three younger brothers were left.
