Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 347 Full of Confidence

Then, as if looking down on Yang Tian, who lived like a salamander in the master bedroom, he slapped him with one palm, brimming with confidence in his strength. His palm seemed akin to the Buddha’s hand, believing Yang Tian—the great monkey—could never escape its clutches.

Bang!

The wooden tables and chairs around Yang Tian instantly shattered into countless pieces under his palm, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The sheer force and impact left everyone present stunned with their mouths agape.

Yet, when they turned their gazes to Yang Tian, their jaws dropped even further.

Yang Tian still sat firmly in place, unmoving. Despite the obliteration of the furniture surrounding him, neither his chair nor the table cloth showed signs of disturbance.

As for Deng Bingqiu’s empty-handed strike? It had done absolutely nothing.

Was it a failed performance?

The thought immediately surfaced in everyone’s minds.

Deng Bingqiu had not anticipated Yang Tian’s levelheadedness, casually resolving such a strike. The shock in his eyes grew even deeper.

To be honest, having heard earlier from Master Ji about an eighteen-year-old prodigy like Yang Tian who climbed to the pinnacle of the world, Deng Bingqiu had initially been skeptical.

The so-called divine realm, synonymous with the God Kingdom, was one that transcended worldly morals.

An eighteen-year-old youth, even with specialized training since infancy, could not possibly reach such heights. Otherwise, what had the countless seniors of the past been doing? Were they wasting lifetimes training dogs?

This was precisely why he had come with resolute intent to crush Yang Tian.

But witnessing Yang Tian resolving his attack so effortlessly, he immediately suppressed his disdain. With a sardonic smile, he said, "Amazing! It appears my years of experience have finally encountered a strong young talent like yourself. But, as the proverb goes, a young heart is unawakened, unaware of how vast the heavens are and how boundless the earth is. Do you really believe your strength grants you absolute freedom?"

With that, Deng Bingqiu shifted his hand technique, transitioning to a sword stance.

Suddenly, a streak of blue light converged at the tip of his fingers, forming a three-foot-long blade of sword light, slicing directly toward Yang Tian.

Boom!

The sword light erupted, and the energy it radiated was even more formidable than before, so much so that the surrounding audience could barely keep their eyes open.

After unleashing his attack, Deng Bingqiu maintained an air of detachment, commenting indifferently, "This is my Waterblue Sword, sharp and infused with my life essence. Let me reassure you, I am only using 50% of my strength right now. Its aim is but to cripple your cultivation and shatter your bones and muscles, making you a normal human again capable of reflecting upon your actions.

Upon finishing his statement, Master Ji’s face lit up with a smile. He laughed and commented approvingly, "Elder Deng, your brilliance truly leaves one humbled!"

"Haha, where—this is simply a casual strike... uh?"

Deng Bingqiu initially intended to display his elegance, but his gaze twitched slightly. His vision landed back on Yang Tian seated at the same position.

The same wooden table, the same chair—Yang Tian remained seated steadily, untouched. Except for the increased destruction around him, there was no other change.

"How... how is this possible?"

Witnessing Yang Tian unharmed after enduring the blue sword energy, Deng Bingqiu finally lost his composure, staring at him in disbelief.

Enraged, he clenched his fists.

A mere eighteen-year-old boy had rendered his two strikes useless, throwing into disarray not just his dignity but also his standing as an elder of the Xuantian Sect.

His eyes glinted with determination as he gripped the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

The failure of his strikes to harm Yang Tian had embarrassed and angered him, making him resort to his trump card techniques.

But suddenly, a massive, ethereal hand materialized out of thin air. It swept toward him like a swatting godly force, landing a direct slap across him. Like a home run, Deng Bingqiu was sent flying out of the Emperor Dragon Villa, disappearing into the sky like a bright star.

Yang Tian extended his hand amidst the shocked and horrified gazes of the crowd, casually glancing at Jilao. A faint smile graced his lips as he remarked, "What’s this? The afterglow of a wedding performance?"

A show?

Upon hearing Yang Tian’s words, the crowd sensed neither anger nor arrogance from him.

The obscure sect elders who had seemingly targeted Yang Tian were now being dismissed as celestial entertainment by him?

But even if someone wanted to argue, they couldn’t refute the statement.

It was clear as day to any observer that, despite Deng Bingqiu’s immense strength, Yang Tian’s power overshadowed him completely. He was dominant, unrelenting!

Deng Bingqiu’s two devastating attacks failed to harm Yang Tian in the slightest.

On the contrary, Yang Tian merely flicked his wrist, sending Deng Bingqiu flying.

Such overwhelming strength made Yang Tian’s comments feel entirely justified—they sounded like a playful critique of an amateur’s performance.

The ranking officers who had harbored slight doubts about Yang Tian’s status immediately rose to their feet, their eyes blazing with reverence!

This was the true value of Mr. Yang, a genuine hero beyond mere mortal comparison.

As officials in charge, they had all received firsthand reports of the East Sea First Battle.

A single man. A lone blade. Ravaging an entire fleet led by Japan!

He had downed sixty F-35 fighter jets!

Captured the flagship destroyer!

Most legendary of all, Yang Tian stormed the Japanese capital Kyoto, single-handedly obliterating their commanding authorities and annihilating their naval forces entirely.

This act directly dismantled Japan’s military power.

With Japan no longer possessing a standing navy, its threat to China had been reduced to zero!

Yang Tian’s unparalleled accomplishment was reported to the Central Military Department, throwing the entire organization into an uproar.

Though Yang Tian himself remained unaware, the military officers knew well—Yang Tian’s stature within the hierarchy now eclipsed even the nation’s revered War God, Chenn Bangguo.

Many soldiers had now begun to worship Yang Tian as their idol and hero.

How could these officers not feel exhilarated in his presence? How could they not feel reverent?

So, led by none other than these military minds, one of them finally spoke out. "Clang!" All military officials rose simultaneously, saluting Yang Tian with an earnest call: "Salute to Dragon Admiral Yang of the Seas!"

Dragon Admiral of the Seas?

The guests hearing this were left dumbfounded.

They had pondered Yang Tian’s identity but had never imagined that the young man before them already held the title of Dragon Admiral—a rank within the navy.

How many Admirals did the Central Military Headquarters even have in its ranks?

It was no wonder these officials dared to kick down the doors of the Royal Dragon House, interrupting a wedding, and even taking away the bride.

This level of status and audacity was enough to cow anyone, certainly enough to crush the Ji Family thoroughly.

Suddenly, the big families ruling Yunzhou, staring at Yang Tian, no longer held their heads high. Instead, they lowered their gazes humbly, behaving with discretion akin to mere peasants.

Yang Tian caught sight of this change but paid it no mind. Instead, he focused his attention on one of the men with two bars on his uniform. Seeming curious, Yang Tian asked, "Brilliant? I recall I should still be the Major General of Dragon Admiral."

"Mr. Yang, your achievements during the East Sea First Battle provided monumentally critical contributions to the nation. Not long ago, upon Chen’s suggestion and higher approval, you were promoted two full levels to Admiral directly! At present, even War God Chenn Shen is only a Vice Admiral."

The officer’s fervent admiration for Yang Tian was reflected in his fanatical gaze.

Hearing such news, Yang Tian remained calm.

This two-tier promotion likely wasn’t just due to the merits of the East Sea First Battle—more significantly, it had probably been facilitated because of his private $1 billion contribution to the nation.

Still, titles such as Admiral or General meant little to Yang Tian. They were nothing more than honorary symbols to him.

He had far more pressing concerns at hand. Redirecting his focus, he turned to Elder Ji, faintly smiling as he remarked: "Elder Ji, now that the entertainment performance has ended, can we finally bring Ji Yanran out and let this ceremony proceed?"

"You..."

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