Elder Shen stood to the side with the Shen Family, his expression as calm as still water. His deep eyes were fixed intently on the figures locked in the fierce struggle, and he did not speak a single word. He was well aware of his grandson's capabilities; he knew how much hardship Shen Ye had endured since childhood to hone these skills. It was precisely because he lacked a place for real combat that Shen Ye had chosen to join the military for five years—all for the sake of live action. It was that five-year tempering in the field that allowed him to perfectly integrate his martial arts with combat techniques, forging the astonishing and formidable strength he possessed today.
Long Che stood with his arms crossed, a meaningful curve touching the corner of his mouth as he watched the three men fighting. "Heh," he chuckled softly. He knew Shen Ye’s strength well; it was no exaggeration to say that Shen Ye was even a cut above himself, because he had truly fought on the front lines of a battlefield. In his daily life, Shen Ye wore a gentle, refined mask, burying his edge so deeply that others rarely sensed the immense power hidden beneath. Yet, only those who had crossed paths with him as deeply as Long Che, or who had caught a glimpse of his other side through rare circumstances, knew exactly how ruthless he could be once he took action.
At this moment, Long Che watched the chaotic brawl with cold detachment. He understood that Shen Ye was not using his full strength, merely …
Chapter 239