CHAPTER 406: CHAPTER 393 SIXTH ENERGY LEVEL [ABYSSAL BLACKSMITH]

An Guangtian looked disheveled, holding a wine glass in his hand, his expression glazed as he sank into the sofa.

The An Family had already moved out of their original floating island mansion, plummeting from the clouds to the dirt in just one day.

The reason for this swift downfall was entirely because the Principal was eager to head for the Star State, so he accelerated his handling of affairs within the Confederation.

As a result, under the personal supervision of the Principal—a Ninth Power Level expert—all departments, trembling, worked with unprecedented efficiency. They quickly concluded several cases, leading to the arrest of key figures from the An Family one by one, including An Guanghai.

The An Family’s industries were consequently sealed off, becoming tasty prey that various behemoths were fighting to snatch.

These industries had extremely high profits and were very high-quality assets, available to anyone willing to pay; they would go to the highest bidder.

The money went directly to the Principal, who would use it to rebuild the school.

An Guangtian had always felt the An Family wasn’t a pushover. The Principal, however, was not one to be intimidated by reputations and insisted on testing them, only to conclude with a curl of his lips, "I have a strong grip; all persimmons are soft persimmons to me."

An Guangtian personally experienced the An Family’s colossal collapse overnight. Utterly unable to accept it, his mind completely shattered.

In fact, the An Family had some premonitions about the situation. They had money but had always lacked "martial power."

This so-called martial power didn’t refer to the military but to high Energy Level professionals.

If the An Family had possessed one Ninth Power Level, or even an Eighth Power Level professional, they wouldn’t have collapsed so quickly.

It was for this reason that the An Family had wanted to curry favor with the seemingly rootless Huai Shan Branch School of the commoner faction. Little did they expect that this very move would lead to their downfall.

Thankfully, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Though fallen and kicked out of the ranks of the elite families, the Principal wasn’t intent on completely annihilating them. Andreyao was dead, and the Principal only wanted the An Family’s wealth to rebuild the school.

An Guangtian would remain a wealthy man for the rest of his life.

He still had over a dozen professionals protecting him, all of whom were powerful individuals cultivated by the An Family themselves. They were deeply entangled with the An Family, and no one else would take them if they sought to switch allegiances.

An Guangtian suddenly gulped down a mouthful of alcohol, gritted his teeth, and said, "My An Family is not finished yet!"

"One day, my An Family will rise again!"

He violently smashed the wine glass, then staggered to his feet and shouted outside, "Get An Debine to see me!"

Before long, a young man with an indifferent face walked in.

He was one of An Guangtian’s illegitimate sons; his mother had been a dancing girl. Twenty years ago, after An Guangtian got drunk, he had assaulted her. Unexpectedly, he had fathered a child with her.

The dancing girl, however, was no simpleton. Instead of reporting to the authorities, she quietly gave birth to the child and continuously blackmailed An Guangtian, seeking an astronomical sum in compensation.

An Guangtian, "experienced" in dealing with such situations, ruthlessly sent out assassins.

The dancing girl was inevitably killed, and the child was brought back. An Guangtian named him An Debine and raised him alongside the family’s professionals.

Unexpectedly, An Debine exhibited tremendous professional talent from a young age, already reaching the Third Energy Level in his early twenties!

An Guangtian immediately took steps to suppress him.

An Guangtian hoped his favorite son would inherit the An Family, and if An Debine became a high Energy Level professional, he would pose a threat to this cherished child.

Despite the suppression, An Debine still managed to advance to the Fourth Energy Level not long ago.

However, An Guangtian had now changed his mind. His legitimate sons were all imprisoned, and since they were flowers raised in a greenhouse, the An Family couldn’t count on them to rise again.

"I will support you with all my might!" An Guangtian, reeking of alcohol, came before his illegitimate son, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted fiercely.

An Debine’s eyes were cold and indifferent as he looked at him and asked, "What must I give in return?"

"I want you to enhance your strength as much as possible. To what extent can you achieve this?" An Guangtian’s eyes blazed with ferocity.

A powerful confidence suddenly burst forth from An Debine. "Within thirty years, I will surely reach the Ninth Power Level!"

"Hahaha!" An Guangtian laughed loudly. He didn’t even consider whether this was just An Debine’s "arrogant delusion," because what he needed now was hope, and at last, there was hope!

"Good! Good! Good!" An Guangtian said repeatedly. "I want you to revive the An Family. The day you reach the Ninth Power Level, I will give you a knife, and you can personally kill me to succeed as the An Family Head."

An Debine nodded firmly, "It’s a deal!"

Just then, a series of gasps came from outside, followed by a loud bang. The wooden door of the room was shattered by two bodies crashing into it. Both individuals fell to the ground, screaming in agony, many of their bones broken, unable to stand up again.

"Who is it!" An Guangtian roared angrily. Through the broken door, he saw that the dozen or so professionals guarding him had already fallen to the ground. A tall, middle-aged man strode in majestically.

His eyelids were half-drooped, as if nothing in this world could arouse his interest enough to make him open his eyes and take a serious look.

An Debine’s usually impassive face twitched a few times. "Sixth Energy Level?"

Chen Jixian raised his hand, pointed at An Guangtian, and said earnestly, "Andreyao is a disgrace!"

An Guangtian was baffled, yet he felt that this statement seemed to be in response to what he had once told Shentu Lu: "Andreyao is a good kid."

As An Debine forcefully stimulated his power, Chen Jixian had already turned to him, slowly raising his fist—it was like a sledgehammer!

THUD!

An Debine was smashed away without any power to resist. Under Chen Jixian’s hand, he was like an iron ingot that needed to be hammered.

"PFFT—" An Debine spurted out a mouthful of blood, his entire body instantly becoming listless.

A Fourth Energy Level was no match for a Sixth Energy Level.

An anomaly like Chen Gu was rare indeed. Even if An Debine was extraordinarily gifted, a genius among ordinary people, his defeat was utterly inevitable when facing the family vengeance fist of the Sixth Energy Level Abyssal Blacksmith.

Gritting his teeth, he looked at his opponent. "Who exactly are you? What grudge do you have with the An Family? For a Sixth Energy Level to strike a Fourth Energy Level is beneath your dignity!"

In the face of his accusation, Chen Jixian did not even lift his eyelids. He then took another step forward, bringing down his hammer-like fist once again.

As An Debine faced Chen Jixian’s attack, a chilling sensation filled his heart, for he realized he couldn’t move at all!

It was like a red-hot iron ingot thrown on an anvil, waiting to be hammered.

THUD!

With the second punch, An Debine felt his strength dissipate. His eyes widened as he glared at Chen Jixian with bitter resentment, "Wh-why..."

He couldn’t understand. His opponent’s punch could have easily killed him, but it had only scattered his energy. Once he recovered from his injuries, he would merely be an ordinary person. Even if he could become a professional again, he no longer had the confidence to aspire to the Ninth Power Level.