Huang Pingliang was flabbergasted.
His gang of over a hundred underlings had been taken down in less than ten minutes, all defeated.
And they were beaten so brutally at that.
This fucking idiot, his combat strength is actually this ferocious?
Seeing Qin Feng stride forward, step by step towards him.
Huang Pingliang imdiately broke into a cold sweat as his legs shook uncontrollably, almost as if he was having a seizure.
"You... don’t you ss around!"
Huang Pingliang said as he stepped back.
But as he took a step back, he stumbled on a rock.
With a thud, he fell to the ground, sitting abruptly.
"Mr. Huang, what’s wrong with you? Can’t even walk steadily? What were you saying just now? You asked to kneel down, right? And beg you for a chance to touch my wife?"
With these words, Qin Feng swung his hand in a slap.
"Smack!"
It landed squarely on Huang Pingliang’s face.
Huang Pingliang was sent sprawling to the ground, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
"That’s for telling to kneel!"
"Smack!"
"That’s for wanting to ss with my wife!"
"Smack!"
"That’s for being arrogant with !"
"Smack!"
"That’s for calling people to hit !"
"Smack!"
...
Qin Feng kept alternating slaps on either cheek, drenching Huang Pingliang’s mouth with blood.
His yellowing teeth were knocked out by several.
"Smack!"
After delivering another heavy slap, Qin Feng asked, "Still want to ss with my wife?"
"ss with her."
"Smack!"
"You still want to?"
"Smack!"
"You dare to?"
"Smack!"
"You dare to ss with my wife?"
"Smack!"
"I will fucking kill you!"
Huang Pingliang’s face was completely swollen into a pig’s head, barely recognisable as human anymore.
"If you’ve got the guts, don’t run; I’m calling for backup."
Huang Pingliang was still defiant, his face full of resistance.
The over a hundred people he had called, although nurous, didn’t include any experts.
Qin Feng being able to take down over a hundred n by himself only ant that this idiot had so training, and his skills were decent.
But even if the skills were decent, at most he was just a martial master.
Could it be that this idiot, so young, could have already beco a Grandmaster?
Becoming a Grandmaster not only requires an impressive master but also extrely high talent. Even if one had both, it would still require several decades of hard training to possibly beco a Grandmaster.
A man in his twenties becoming a martial master was already a huge stroke of fortune.
The help Huang Pingliang intended to call for was the head of the Great General Martial Hall he invested in, Grandmaster Linghu Xiang, a fifth-tier Grandmaster.
He believed that once Linghu Xiang arrived, he could surely beat the shit out of Qin Feng.
By then, he wanted to beat Qin Feng to a pulp, forcing him to kneel and beg for rcy.
He also intended to play with Qin Feng’s wife ruthlessly right in front of him.
Slapping Qin Feng with one hand while ssing with her on the other.
It was certain to be thrilling!
With his hands in his pockets, Qin Feng said indifferently, "Fine, go ahead and call."
Half an hour later, another convoy arrived.
The leader was a BMW 7 series car, and a man dressed in a white robe, looking like a master, got out with a pretentious air.
He was the fifth-rank Grandmaster, Linghu Xiang.
Upon exiting the car and touching down, Linghu Xiang secretly exerted his power.
From the soles of his feet, a wisp of white smoke arose.
This was True Qi Release.
The cent ground he stepped on was left with a footprint half a centiter deep.
Linghu Xiang did it on purpose, he was intentionally displaying his strength to everyone!
Only a Grandmaster could leave footprints on a cent ground.
Being able to leave a half-centiter deep footprint indicated that one must at least be a fifth-rank Grandmaster to possess such strength!
Upon seeing Linghu Xiang, Huang Pingliang imdiately rushed over like he had seen his own father, plunging towards him.
"Grandmaster Linghu, look at what they did to ! You must avenge ; you must beat the crap out of that asshole!"
Hearing that Huang Pingliang had been beaten, and that it was more than a hundred people who were beaten, Linghu Xiang was sowhat surprised.
He wondered who had such great ability to take on more than a hundred people at once, especially when they were disciples of the Great General Martial Hall.
Seeing Qin Feng, Linghu Xiang naturally beca even more shocked.
The young man in front of him appeared unremarkable.
Most importantly, there was not the slightest sign of a master about him.
If one were truly a Martial Tao master, there would at least be so semblance of True Qi around their body, however faint.
But this young man had none.
With his hands behind his back, Linghu Xiang spoke in a condescending tone, "Was it you who knocked down these hundred-plus people and turned Mr. Huang’s face into that of a pig’s?"
Qin Feng nodded indifferently, replying, "Yes."
"How dare you injure over a hundred disciples of my Great General Martial Hall? What audacity! Kneel imdiately and accept death!"
These words actually amused Qin Feng.
"What did you say? Told to kneel? And to accept death? My knees are bad; I can’t kneel down. As for accepting death, that’s even more impossible. After all, I haven’t lived enough yet!"
"If you kneel and accept death, I can grant you a swift end so you can die comfortably. If you refuse, don’t bla for being impolite. Soon, I will make you beg for life in vain and beg for death without release!"
No sooner had his words ceased than Linghu Xiang lightly stepped on the ground, and like a nimble swallow, leaped up effortlessly.
He made an arc in the air and ultimately landed in front of Qin Feng.
"Not bad lightness skills!" Qin Feng said with a laugh.
"Take my palm!"
Linghu Xiang couldn’t care less for conversation, launching a palm strike directly at Qin Feng’s chest.
The palm strike seed gentle, even sowhat soft and powerless.
But it was incredibly fast and brought trendous force.
When masters make a move, it’s hidden needles in cotton, blades behind the smile.
Just as the palm wind was about to hit the chest, Qin Feng took a step back and evaded it.
The first palm actually missed?
Linghu Xiang was a bit taken aback.
"You run quite fast? But you may escape the monk, yet you can’t escape the temple!"
Having said that, Linghu Xiang followed up with a lunge and another palm strike at Qin Feng.
This ti, his palm wind was a feint; it seed like he was aiming for Qin Feng’s chest, but in reality, he targeted Qin Feng’s waist.
Qin Feng couldn’t be bothered to dodge again and casually returned a palm strike of his own.
Their palms t, fingers interlocked.
"Bang!"
A sound explosion occurred in the air, and a wisp of white smoke burst forth.
Linghu Xiang was sent staggering back several steps.
His palm, as if scorched by smoke and fire, turned black.
Also, a stinging pain spread out.
Linghu Xiang was shocked.
He had not expected Qin Feng to dare to clash palms with him directly.
And what was key, from the outco of their exchange,
this round went to Qin Feng; he had lost.
Looking at his blackened palm, Linghu Xiang let out a cold snort.
"Heh!"
After the laugh, he said unconvinced, "It seems you are a bit stronger than I expected, young man. That palm strike just now, I was careless. But even though I was caught off guard, and you succeeded in your sneak attack, you still haven’t hurt one bit! Now, you have no chance!"
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