Everyone knows that this investigation is of great importance. The traitor is likely a Half-Saint, and to contend with such a figure in a battle of wits and courage, these few people are simply not enough. Therefore, they all pinned their hopes on this new Special Envoy, but unexpectedly, this envoy is just a child?

How can such a character lead them? Lead them to their deaths?

The training ground is vast, and the gale howls.

Ling Chen walked thirty steps ahead of the crowd and stopped, looking at the people before him. It seems these are the strong individuals Ling Yuan arranged to assist him in the investigation.

Slightly tilting his head upwards, Ling Chen's gaze swept around, finding that the group's strength was decent; there were four individuals above the Eighth Layer of Sky Apex Realm. However, Ling Chen was mainly concerned not with their strength but their ability to assist in the investigation.

"I am Ling Yu, the Special Envoy sent by the Family. I trust you all have much to say. Speak now! I won't hold your words and actions against you. If you don't speak now and act contrary in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Ling Chen's eyes glinted. He knew that upon first meeting, these people would certainly not be obedient. Establishing authority was a necessary thing.

The crowd looked at each other, not expecting Ling Chen to be so straightforward.

"Special Envoy, do you know whom you're facing?"

A middle-aged beautiful woman hesitated for a moment and then asked.

"I do."

Ling Chen nodded indifferently.

"And you still dare to be here? Pardon my frankness, young people like you have no idea how deep the waters are. I advise you not to meddle in this matter."

Ling Chen was, after all, the Special Envoy and was sent down by the Ling Family above, so the speaker considered carefully, trying to make the tone more tactful, not directly mentioning Ling Chen's insufficient strength but saying he's too young, at least to save face.

"I am here because I am confident in resolving this matter. As for all of you, you just need to follow my commands. As for the issue of youth, as long as the strength is enough, why care about age."

Ling Chen replied noncommittally.

"Enough strength? I doubt it."

At this point, the burly man stepped forward, originally to make Ling Chen quit, but unexpectedly, Ling Chen had some unknown confidence in his strength.

Ling Chen asked back, "Then what level of strength do you think is required to meet your standards?"

"Defeat me in three moves."

The burly man pondered for a moment and then spoke.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged beautiful woman and the scholar did not oppose. The burly man's cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the Eighth Layer of Sky Apex Realm. If Ling Chen could defeat him in three moves, it would be considered gaining their approval.

"Why three moves, one move is enough."

Ling Chen shook his head.

"What, one move?" The burly man was stunned, and his expression changed slightly. Defeating him in one move was sheer foolishness.

"Make your move."

Ling Chen knew if he wanted this group to genuinely follow his command, it was necessary to demonstrate surprising prowess.

"Be careful."

The burly man's weapon was a giant axe. He stepped out of the group slowly, standing twenty steps in front of Ling Chen, and shouted softly. His body seemed like a small mountain pressing towards Ling Chen. The violent wind was enough to flatten a large stretch of buildings. Approaching ten steps near Ling Chen, he raised the giant axe, chopping down with a swing, the deep yellow axe energy forming a curved arc due to its speed.

Shaking his head, Ling Chen pointed lightly.

"Arrogant."

"Too arrogant."

The crowd frowned at Ling Chen's use of a finger against the attack. They were well aware of the burly man's strength; this axe strike was extremely powerful. Ling Chen using just a finger to counter seemed too casual, surely risking the loss of his arm.

Only Ling Xue was unsurprised, knowing Ling Chen's real strength.

The burly man was evidently furious, and his strength unwittingly reached its limit. An axe strike came forth, earth-shattering, changing the wind and clouds.

"Fall!"

The axe quickly reached Ling Chen's front.

Crack!

Ling Chen's finger clashed with the axe energy. To everyone's surprise, the indestructible axe energy shattered like tofu upon contact with Ling Chen's finger. Immediately, a sharp sword qi extended from the fingertip, touching the giant axe's blade, which quickly distorted and curled, producing a nerve-wracking metallic explosion.

Bam!

Eventually, the burly man couldn't hold the giant axe, loosened his grip, and the axe flew backward, smashing into the ground, raising dust.

He himself, with blood at his lips, followed the axe backward, crashing into the crowd just as he came.

"What?"

The beautiful woman and middle-aged scholar were both shocked. When Ling Chen said he would solve it in one move, they absolutely didn't believe him. Yet unexpectedly, Ling Chen truly did defeat the burly man in one move.

"I, Kong Xuan, wish to learn of the envoy's great skill."

The middle-aged scholar holding a folding fan stepped forward.

Defeating the burly man in one move, Ling Chen's displayed strength was shocking enough, but he still wanted to personally test whether the opponent's strength was really as strong as it appeared.

"I excel at Light Skill."

Kong Xuan reminded Ling Chen.

Ling Chen nodded.

"Be careful."

Kong Xuan moved, leaving only a shadow at the original spot. His Light Skill incorporated a trace of True Meaning of Wind, losing his form entirely, becoming an invisible, intangible gale. The wind was pervasive, attacking Ling Chen from all directions as if a hundred phantoms were targeting him.

"This time he certainly won't solve the fight in a few moves," the beautiful woman thought to herself.

Kong Xuan was stronger than the burly man in terms of Light Skill; few could match him, even some half-saints would not easily defeat him. One should know, among all martial arts, Light Skill is the hardest to cultivate to profound levels, not to mention Kong Xuan's Light Skill carried a trace of the True Meaning of Wind.

Ling Chen smiled indifferently at this; in martial arts, only speed is unbreakable, but speed is relative. Kong Xuan's Light Skill is fast, yet its carrier is still a man, how could it be faster than his sword. Ling Chen didn't even look, joining the index and middle fingers in his right hand, pointing in mid-air, retracting the index finger, extending the middle finger, shooting out two strands of pale cyan True Qi.

Puff!

Kong Xuan seemed to be struck out from the void, spewing blood as he flew backward, his chest clothes shattered, and skin covered in a layer of cold ice.

Ling Chen's first finger hit Kong Xuan's thigh, breaking his Light Skill, while the second finger accurately landed on the chest, defeating Kong Xuan.

In the blink of an eye, Kong Xuan's seemingly outstanding Light Skill was instantly broken.

As for Ling Chen, he remained calm and composed, as steady as Mount Tai.

Hiss!

The remaining beautiful woman drew a cold breath. She knew exactly how formidable Kong Xuan's Light Skill was. On Qinglong Island, no one below half-saint could break Kong Xuan's Light Skill, yet the Light Skill so high of Kong Xuan couldn't resist Ling Chen, not even the opponent's finger—what kind of situation is this.