Previously, Ning Beichen hadn't known that Ryan was a Golden Knight of the Holy See, and his desire to kill him hadn't been so intense. Now that he knew he was a Golden Knight, Ning Beichen had officially added him to his death list.
Even without these incidents, Ning Beichen would never have let him get away with tormenting Feng Wu.
There was absolutely no room for reconciliation between them. Ning Beichen flickered his steps, moving along a strange pace on the ground as he charged towards Ryan.
Ryan swung his fists repeatedly, Saint Power continuously erupting from his fists like cannon fire, blasting everything around them into pieces.
A shelf was blown apart by his punch in mid-air. The Saint Power shot through from behind the cabinet, leaving traces of its explosive impact on the walls and the ground.
However, no matter how Ryan attacked, Ning Beichen was like a slippery fish, his fists never landing on Ning Beichen's body.
"Had enough? Let's see how much Saint Power you have left to waste."
Ning Beichen had closed the distance, knowing that Ryan's Saint Power was finite and couldn't be used endlessly.
"Enough to kill you!"
Ryan felt a sense of impotent rage, roaring loudly in an attempt to mask his inner unease.
Only those within the Holy See knew such things. He didn't understand how a mere bodyguard from the ancient Eastern Kingdom had obtained this secret information.
"It's just Saint Power, isn't it? I'll show you what real power is!"
To make him die with conviction, or perhaps without peace, Ning Beichen didn't use any other moves. Instead, he met Ryan's punch with a punch of his own.
*Boom.*
It was as if a bomb had exploded between them. Ning Beichen stood motionless, his hair flying, while Ryan slid along the ground for seven or eight meters before stopping.
Ning Beichen retracted his fist, blew on it, and said to Ryan, "See? This is the human cannon. What is your little bit of Saint Power compared to this?"
"Yaaah! I'll kill you!"
Ryan was almost driven mad. He scrambled to his feet, tore open his clothes, revealing a golden armor beneath.
Ning Beichen stared at him, dumbfounded and speechless. How terrified of death was this guy to wear armor under his clothes without it being noticeable at all?
Indeed, the Golden Knights of the Holy See were in a completely different league from the Silver Knights.
Moreover, Ning Beichen knew that within the Holy See, Golden Knights weren't the strongest. Before them, there were even more formidable Dark Knights.
These Dark Knights originated from the ancient Crusades. They were few in number and generally only guarded the safety of the Holy See, rarely appearing in the world.
"Golden Knight, is it? I've already slain more than one or two Golden Knights, so adding you to the count doesn't make much difference!"
Ning Beichen lunged forward, instantly appearing before Ryan. He feinted a move, tricking Ryan, and then moved to his side, grabbed his arm, and tripped him with his leg, using the principle of yielding to overcome strength to throw Ryan outward.
*Clang.*
Ryan slammed heavily against the wall with a loud noise, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
For Western knights like them, combat was typically direct, meaning whoever had stronger power was more formidable.
However, for Easterners, technique was paramount. Power without technique was not true power; otherwise, it was just brute force.
Ryan was utterly enraged. He possessed immense strength but couldn't unleash it. Every full-powered punch felt like hitting cotton; Ning Beichen never met his attacks head-on.
Furthermore, the armor he wore made him less agile. In terms of flexibility, he couldn't keep up with Ning Beichen's movements, and he was being toyed with.
"Kid, don't you dare dodge if you have the guts!"
Ryan roared in frustration.
Ning Beichen couldn't be bothered to waste words with him. Using leverage, he pushed Ryan to the ground, then leaped high into the air, landing his entire weight on Ryan's armor.
"Thousand Pound Drop!"
Ning Beichen wore a ferocious expression. He exerted force with both feet. Ryan let out a scream, feeling as if he had been crushed by a large truck, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
His armor had caved in, directly damaging his internal organs.
Ning Beichen had shown him that his turtle shell couldn't protect him in his presence.
However, thanks to the Saint Power imbued in his golden armor from the Holy See, it had absorbed half of Ning Beichen's force. Otherwise, he would have been dead by now.
"Sleeping Arhat!"
Ning Beichen wasn't finished. He pressed down from the side, this time causing Ryan to vomit blood repeatedly, turning the Golden Knight into a beaten dog.
Ning Beichen pulled him up from the ground and smashed him heavily against a shelf. He then grabbed a chain from the shelf, wrapped it around Ryan's neck, and pulled hard, hanging him up.
Ryan's neck was bound by the chain, and he dangled in the air, his legs kicking erratically, but there was nothing below him.
Gradually, Ryan's movements slowed. Regardless of whether he was a Golden Knight, anyone who couldn't breathe would become a lifeless dog.
Just as Ryan was about to die, a voice suddenly rang out from behind Ning Beichen.
"Stop, or I'll kill her."
Ning Beichen immediately turned around and saw Liu Yilin being held hostage by an old man, a gun pressed against her head.
Ning Beichen was greatly shocked. Wasn't Liu Yilin at the company? How had she suddenly been taken hostage?
When Liu Yilin saw Ning Beichen, her face was filled with regret and annoyance. She had secretly followed Ning Beichen here and had witnessed the entire event from hiding.
She hadn't expected Ryan to be so despicable. Ning Beichen was right; he wasn't a good person at all. She had simply been deceived by his gentlemanly demeanor and bearing.
However, just as she saw Ryan being beaten severely by Ning Beichen, this old man suddenly covered her mouth from behind and took her hostage.
Unable to make a sound, Liu Yilin could only convey her apologies to Ning Beichen with her eyes.
"Let her go!"
Ning Beichen quickly calmed down. This was not the time to calculate or ponder such matters.
"First, you release Young Master Ryan."
The old man threatened Ning Beichen, holding the gun to Liu Yilin's head.
Ning Beichen hesitated for a few seconds, then released the chain. With a *clatter*, Ryan fell to the ground from the air.